Author's note: This started as an essai about the dragon!hybrids kind of anger, and then Jace fought me and won, apparently 😂 .
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Warning: Angst. Kinda toxic behaviour from Jace, not going to lie. Controlling behaviour. Controlling touches, but NO Violence (I don't know if this would be considered soft angst in this case...)
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You know, I think having Jacaerys mad would be scarier than having Aemond mad. Because Aemond is always just a little bit mad. Jacaerys is always more pulled together.
The knowledge that Aemond could, at every instant, blow a fuze would be a good incentive to not play with the last of his patience, resulting in a relatively peaceful relationship, if inwardly frustrating. But it’s better that than loose everything for something dumb like not wearing the clothes Aemond choose for you that night. Right?
With Jacaerys, I feel that Jewel could lose their temper and he would be calm, Jewel could go against a warning that he’d given them, and he’d just huff, frustrated, but wouldn’t even raise his voice.
However, under the right (or wrong) amount of multiple things happening at the same time, Jace could be frightfully angry. And it’s be more scary because it’s not something that Jewel would expect.
It had been petty. Idiotic, really.
Everything was overwhelming lately, with the chaos of battles growing closer and closer every day. You’d just wanted to escape it, if only for an hour. And you’d thought that, if you took a walk with Rhaena and the little Targaryen children along with a bunch of guards (and without involving Jace who’d very clearly informed you that going outside of the castle grounds would be a bad idea at the moment) well, everything would be a bit better. A change of scenery couldn't hurt, right? Plus, what Jace doesn’t know can’t hurt him! Unfortunately, with the tension growing within Dragonstone like a sponge slowly drinking the water of its bucket, until it couldn’t contain the liquid anymore, the news of your little escapade was bound to get back to Jace’s ears. You just didn’t expect it to be so quick, or so triggering.
Jace’s anger was like that. Like liquid fire oozing from him in an aura, fire illuminating his dark pupil in a way you’d only seen once before.
He came into your shared room without a sound, closing the door behind him quietly before turning you to face him. Your cheeks still stinging from the cold ocean wind you'd face during your walk. The strength with which he’d done so had got you quiet.
“Sit.” He managed to creak out, voice mixing with Vermax’. And despite the warmth that poured out from your mate, an icy chill ran down your spine as you obeyed his order. For if it had been uttered softly, it still had been an order.
“I told you not to go out.”
You debated if Jace wanted an answer or if he was to continue speaking, but after a brief moment of silence, he raised an eyebrow. The shadow inside his eyes seemingly growing more intense with each passing seconds you stood quiet. This prompted you to speak.
“I was with Rhaena.”
“And Rhaena is known to have mastered her dragon.” He agreed with a cold sarcasm, no rush to his words. Too calmly. The tail resting on the ground behind him, eerily still for something you were so used to see wagging lazily from side to side.
“We had knights with us.” You added again, feeling like you were walking deeper into quicksand with each words escaping your mouth. Yet, the words fell out, your tone not even affected by the terrified chill covering every inch of your skin.
One of Jace’s hands came to rest on your shoulder for a moment, before his index and forefinger made their way under your chin, making you look up into his eyes. You’d been avoiding them since you sat.
“I told you not to go out.” He repeated, this time pressing the last word of his sentence, the warmth of his finger on your skin making you recoil, but he stopped you, his hand engulfing your lower jaw easily, bringing your face back to it’s original position. For a moment, you thought back to his claws, eyes darting down to his fingers for a split second before a sharp, shaky breath wracked your body as you inhaled.
“You did.” Acknowledging your fault was probably the best course of action right now.
“And you went anyway.” He stated in the same unhurried tone as before, the anger in his gaze, his stature, not diminishing in the least. A shaky breath escaped you as your forced yourself to react as calmly as possible. Jace would not hurt you (probably).
“Yes.”
The feeling of his talons, grazing the skin of your jaw, had you close your eyes, the warmth of Jace hand now bordering a burning sensation against your face and the strength with which he held you in place had you realise just how strong he was, compared to you. The sting of tears lingered down to your nose as you tried to keep your eyes from watering as you opened them again.
“When I tell you something is dangerous. I expect that you’d be sensible enough not to do it the second my back is turned.” The prince cocked his head to one side. “Am I being understood?”
You nodded soundlessly. Which was the wrong answer, because his hand let go of your jaw, only to clamps down on your arms, forcing you to raise on your feet again.
“I said; Am. I. Being. Understood.” He repeated in a cold tone, contrasting eerily with the lava-like temperature radiating from him. Each words well enunciated, separated from the last by a barely noticeable pause. But it was so unusual for Jace to be this slow while speaking that you had no choice but to notice.
“Yes, Jacaerys.” The stutter in your answer was humiliating, just has your hesitation at the name you should use in this situation was. You held your head low, with shame, guilt, terror, all at once, you couldn’t really make sense of all that you were feeling.
“Good.”
Jace let go of your arm, wrapping himself around you, with his tail, his wings, his strong arms locking behind your back, encircling your hips like he always did. Out of habit, you wrapped your arms around his neck. After a second, the boiling temperature simmered down to Jace’s usual.
