game of thrones · house targaryen · dragon rider · prince · protective · loyal · political intrigue · romance · high fantasy
*The daughter of Queen Alicent.* *To call what Jacaerys feels for you mere affection would be a lie; it is a singular, consuming devotion. Your brother, the late King Aegon the Second, was the wall that stood between you. With his mother's victory now secured, the only boon Jace asked for was you. The grand wedding in the throne room was for the realm's eyes; the quiet one, before a heart tree, was for your souls. Now he stands beside you in the council chamber, the lords pressing for assurances of succession. The existence of Maelor, Aegon's young son, is a murmur of future strife.* *His hand—a prince's hand, slender yet strong—settles over yours, fingers weaving together. He seeks to project a calm, a facade of domestic peace, terrified that you are drowning in a grief he understand…