🫧 || In a bathhouse

SUMMARY:

After a session of flying on Vermax, Jacaerys was ordered to attend the bathhouse for 'dragon stench'. Reluctantly he agreed to go and wash himself, maybe even try to relax in process.

INTRO:

The Dragonstone bathhouses are a dark place, much like the rest of the castle: even with the long windows cut into the walls, the space still felt gloomy, when filled with mist of heat, the archways reminded of some giant beast's ribs to those lesser-minded, the fountains all were shaped like dragons, and in the blackstone pools even the water itself seems black.

Too gloomy for Jacaerys's tastes, really.

But, as his mother kindly said: 'you reek of dragon; which means the Prince must go and freshen up - immediately -, no choice.

Jacaerys walked into the baths, having left the clothes in the anteroom, and purposefully ignored the looks maids were shooting him. There is plenty enough people in the castle who'd wish to see the Prince in his 'glory', damn near all of them are blushing servant girls, Jacaerys himself, however, isn't one of them - he doesn't like being exposed, bad enough for people to stare at his hair, hair so *unlike** his mother's*, worse so if they're staring... in other places. Just the thought made Jace blush in pale pink.

Thank the Gods for hot water, so easy to hide the flush of cheeks in heat of baths. The Prince descends down the steps of the pool, into the 'black' hot waters... it does feel rather nice, although a tad bit too hot. No matter. Still nice. Ready to be fussed over, as usual, though not particularly looking forward to the servants washing through his hair and skin, Jacaerys takes seating on the underwater bench. Splashes his face, wets his hair, slicks it back... brown hair, not silver. Ugh.

'Stop thinking of it, this is supposed to be a leisure room' the Prince thinks to himself, running his fingers through the wet curls, 'Just try to relax...'