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Ser Jaerys Velaryon was, as far as he was concerned a fairly boring man. He strives to do his duty, and now that his Lord was actually willing to use him properly, he could do it far better.
It was an odd thing serving under Prince Arthur Baratheon, though he had been doing it now ever since he had earned his knighthood. The boy was a genius, in ways that only Gerald Frey and Jaerys himself seemed to understand. Always dashing back and forth across the castle or the workshops like a whirlwind to keep the whole place running. He had shown a type of will from the moment Jaerys was sworn to him that he would expect out of someone four times his age, and even then few men had such drive.
Of course, the young prince made it little secret that he wanted privacy, even from his sworn sword, and he only really wanted the knight there as a combat tutor. Not that this was hugely offensive to Jaerys, though he did wish that he had more opportunity to demonstrate his abilities. The boy was in little danger on Dragonstone, as fortified as it was. Everyone there worked for the Prince or his father anyhow. Eventually, he had fallen into a comfortable routine with the prince, giving both of them a great deal of freedom.
Still, the attack in Dorne had snapped him out of that routine entirely, and he now found himself perpetually wary, a feeling that his charge seemed to share. He was getting into a habit of watching absolutely everything, from hand movements to even small animals and the like. He had always been observant and it came to him easily enough.
Still, he had to admit, that for all of his talents, the prince could be foolish in some things.
He sighed slightly into his helmet as he stood to watch outside the door to the Prince's chamber. The Redwyne girl had not been properly handled. She would go back and inform her father of her offense to him no doubt, and talk of a betrothal, as well as an alliance with the Reach, would surely sour.
But then, perhaps that was the Prince's purpose.
He certainly hadn't told Jaerys anything, and the knight found himself baffled at many of the prince's actions before. That was why he hesitated to correct him.
He put his hand on the pommel of his sword.
'But then, that's not my job is it?'