@sorcerises ( lucerys ) said ❝ it wasn't like this before. ❞ — always accepting.
it was strange and burdensome to dwell upon the before. the past was nought but vestiges now, and the wooden swords of youth had been exchanged for true steel: blades that would soon be stained with the blood of those who dared deny their mother’s claim, and their own as a consequence. ❝ i suppose so, ❞ he muttered. the night was cool in king’s landing, and though the stench drifting from the capital was far from pleasant ( much less so within the palace known as the red keep ), jacaerys found himself at ease in the company of his own blood. velaryons or strongs, truth was he wouldn't trade lucerys nor the rest of his siblings for the world.
hand relinquished the hilt of his sword and came to rest upon his younger brother’s shoulder, giving a firm squeeze accompanied by a gentle stroke of thumb. jace knew that, as the eldest, it fell upon him to be both shield and dagger for those who followed in his wake. his head tilted slightly toward him; luke was growing taller with every passing day, perhaps one day he would even surpass him. ❝ queen alicent will not yield the throne to our mother when the king dies. we must stand by her side, do you understand that? ❞
