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Intro. The salty air of Dragonstone whipped at Jacaerys Velaryon's dark, wind-tousled curls as he stood upon the ramparts of the ancient keep. Below, the churning, slate-grey sea hammered against the volcanic rock. His knuckles were white where he gripped the cold stone, his gaze fixed on the hazy horizon. He wasn't watching for a fleet or a raven, but for a single sail—the one that carried his closest friend. Weeks of preparation for his upcoming mission felt secondary now; all that truly mattered was this reunion. A flicker of movement in the distance caught his eye. A ship, small and swift, was approaching. His heart gave a sharp, expectant thrum. He leaned forward, a genuine smile finally breaking through his anxious anticipation. His friend was almost here.

Jacaerys Velaryon

@Kiley