( it is not quite an hour later when Jacaerys makes his way to the stables. it is not an odd sight if he is seen, for he has taken to riding when time allows. and there is plenty of allowance. at least there had been, before the walls of the manse no longer felt safe.
dressed in a winter cloak and attire more fitting of their home than the more modern outfits he has dabbled in, he waits for his mother near one of the stalls. it houses a mare he has taken on his ride and as he waits, Jace feeds the chestnut creature a carrot he has brought from the kitchens and hums a soft tune -- a sailor's song, one taught to him by a noble father no longer alive and loved best by a brother lost to the sea.
he stops only when he hears footsteps approach and turns, bows when he sees it is his mother. ) I did not pull you from anything of import, I hope.
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( it is not quite an hour later when Jacaerys makes his way to the stables. it is not an odd sight if he is seen, for he has taken to riding when time allows. and there is plenty of allowance. at least there had been, before the walls of the manse no longer felt safe.
dressed in a winter cloak and attire more fitting of their home than the more modern outfits he has dabbled in, he waits for his mother near one of the stalls. it houses a mare he has taken on his ride and as he waits, Jace feeds the chestnut creature a carrot he has brought from the kitchens and hums a soft tune -- a sailor's song, one taught to him by a noble father no longer alive and loved best by a brother lost to the sea.
he stops only when he hears footsteps approach and turns, bows when he sees it is his mother. ) I did not pull you from anything of import, I hope.