#hotd jace

[yearningfinalboss]

need fics about jace miraculously surviving that arrow to the neck and gets found by reader and they fall in love and live happily ever after by my desk RIGHT NOW!!!

[lustedbby]

JEALOUS, JEALOUS BOY

based on the request

jace is impulsive, quick to burn. his blood runs hot, fierce, and unyielding. he is everything a real targaryen means. 

he speaks before he thinks. acts before he weighs the cost.

but he is a prince. a loving prince. and princes are seldom free from the weight of expectation.

jace tries. he truly. to be the prince they need him to be.

and then he sees you smile at some stranger, some lordling who arrived with the morning mist and will leave just as quietly, forgotten, his name never to be inscribed in any chronicle worth reading. something in jace’s chest catches fire. he blinks, once, twice, hoping his eyes have deceived him. it would be almost laughable, almost endearing. if only that smug lord would stop regaling you with tales, his eyes alight with such eager interest that it turns jace’s stomach.

he is a prince. he must hold steady. the thought spins through jace’s mind.

and so he does. he keeps his promise to himself, masters the art of wilful blindness. when his gaze finds yours across the crowded hall, he smiles as if nothing in the world is amiss. gentle. kind. you would never guess the turmoil coiling beneath his skin. everything is perfectly fine.

but the moment the feast is over, jace is gone, striding swiftly, almost fleeing, back to his solitude. and later, if you happen to look up, you will only catch the distant shadow of vermax’s wings against the fading sky.

he doesn't return until you're already tucked beneath the sheets, the fire burned low and the candles guttering. he's still simmering with that same quiet irritation, though he tries so very hard to be composed, courteous. every inch the prince he was raised to be.

but you know him. you know him so well that you catch the faint, taut edges beneath his calm, the way his jaw works just a little too tightly.

"jace… what's wrong?" you pull the blanket up to your nose, chasing away the chill that sweeps into the chamber the moment the door swings open.

he steps inside, fingers already working at the buckles of his dragon-riding leathers with hurried, almost restless movements. "oh, nothing," he says, barely glancing your way, offering only a thin, strained smile.

he tries so hard.

you roll your eyes, pushing yourself upright against the pillows. "jace." your voice firms, carrying an edge he knows well. "you know i hate it when you keep things from me. it's infuriating."

something in his resolve crumbles. he sinks onto the edge of the bed beside you. your words alone have that power over him as if he's a hound well-trained to heel at the mere sound of your command.

your hand finds his, giving it a gentle, reassuring squeeze. one brow lifts in silent question.

jace exhales heavily, as though bracing to confess some shameful secret. "i simply… didn't care for the way you spoke with that lord tonight." the words come out clipped, and almost at once, his gaze drops, a flush of embarrassment creeping across his cheeks.

you let out a soft laugh, shifting closer until you can cup his freckled face in both your hands. "jace, you absolute fool." your thumbs trace the hollows of his cheeks. "but i love you anyway."

you tilt his face toward yours and press a quick, fleeting kiss to his lips.

[saltydawg69]

Everything and More

Witch!reader x J. Velaryon

Summary: After the Battle of the Gullet, when your lovers body is returned to Dragonstone, you resort to old rituals that you had previously rejected for most of your life. “Everything has a price” you were always told. But hell, he’s worth everything and more. 

Contains: regular ASOIAF family relationship bs, dead body, angst, death magic, blood/gore, harsh language

Words: 2K ish

A/N: Not proof read! Last week when I was trying to cope with Jace's death in the first episode, my brain immediately went to magic, and it made me think of Rapunzel saving Flynn Rider. And then I was looking into the actual magic of the ASOIAF universe. So this is going to be something, somewhere between that. Reader is Daemon’s only bastard child, but they are the child of a witch so…. Anyways, I just got around to writing it and this IS some main character y/n bullshit but hopefully in a good way… ENJOY!! 

“Everything has a price, child,” your Mother told you as she laid down a dead mouse next to a dog she had found on the street. A mutt that had succumbed to its injuries not many hours before. It was your eighth name day, and as her gift to you, she thought it good to show you the power that runs through your veins, gifted by the Lord of Light. “Whether you pay it now or later matters not, but a debt will be owed. So pay the price you choose to set; otherwise it may come back for more,” she warned before she placed her hands over the mouse and began recounting words in a language that you did not know at the time. Suddenly, the mouse burst into flames, and she just watched. "Death by fire is the purest death." 

This ritual was one you would never forget. As each day passed and your life changed, you never forgot what she told you, and you never forgot your vow to never use such power. 

Until today. 

All the air in your lungs dissipated as you looked down at the lifeless boy before you. Holding in the sobs of your own, fighting back their desire to spill as the Queen cried and screamed over her boy. Preferring to hold back in order to not overshadow the grief of a Mother with your own, no matter how painful. When her Queens Guard offers to give up his life, you pay no mind to it, your eyes never leaving the greyish tint of a soul leaving someone. It is not until the words she speaks next spark an old memory in your mind that you finally turn to her once more. 

“And what good would that do?.. Will it change the truth of his folly and yours? And yours!” She screams, pointing at everyone in the room. “All of you who knew what Jacaerys had done and stood by. Are your lives too, not forfeit? Have you not betrayed your Queen?!” 

Silence overtakes the room for a few moments before her sobs continue. It is not until she holds her boy once more that you pull your feet from their frozen place on the ground and step forward. If you are to save him, you need to try it now, before you run out of time. As you walk around to the place on the opposite side of him, everyone looks on in horror at your bravery. 

“Your Grace,” you begin, your voice breaking with emotion as you sit on your knees. Her eyes shoot into you for a moment before she realizes who you are and grows sad again. A shaking exhale turns into a sob as you place your hands on your lap. 

“I could… try something, Your Grace,” you say, speaking as clearly as you can. She looks at you, confused for a moment, before her eyes flare slightly in remembrance. “I cannot p-promise that what I might do should work, and if it does not… Then I will take whatever punishment you see fit for the illegitimacy. But I ask you for permission to at least.. Try-” your voice breaks for a moment as you glance at his face up close, the blood and discoloration evident. “T-try saving… ” 

You feel her eyes on you as you look down, trying to pull yourself together. She looks back at her boy, moving some hair out of the way of his face. Moments of silence go by as she looks at him, her eyes glassy, as she looks him over. 

“Try it…” she says quietly, her words cutting through the room and pulling you right back to attention. It takes you a moment to realize what she said before nodding hastily and rising, your feet wobbly, but you manage. “Everyone else out,” her voice booms, causing everyone else to bow and do as she says without a second thought. 

A few moments later, you find yourself sitting beside him, tools at the ready. The Queen has taken a spot behind you, not wishing to leave Jace’s side but granting you space to work. Candles are lit all around, and a large fire burning in a cauldron sets light all around you. You exhale, slowly taking his coat and undergarments off where his injuries are. The arrows were fatal in two spots, one near his neck and the other by his heart, and another puncture was found on his back. Seeing his marked skin caused your stomach to turn, tears burning your eyes as you softly dabbed away the blood and pus on his skin. 

For most of your life, you had left the memories and practices of your Mother behind, just as she had done to you. You never wanted to feel tainted by power or in debt to some all-seeing being that you were not sure was really there. At least that is what you have always told yourself. But here you are, realizing now that maybe that was not true. The calling was always there. In the hours spent learning Old Valyrian songs, rhymes, and histories. Hours spent watching the maesters work on injuries and illnesses from the shadows. Nights spent feeling the presence of a mother you do not know, a presence that felt so apparent that you could reach out and touch her. You were something that you could not quite name, something that others might call a “witch.” But now, in this moment, as you clean the fatal wounds that litter the body of your greatest love, you care not what titles might be bestowed upon you; only that he will be breathing tomorrow. 

Once you finish cleaning them, you patch them all up, whispering words of prayer in High Valyrian for each one. Not necessary for the ritual, but it aids in your heart feeling like maybe, just maybe, this all will work. You then move to the next part. The offering. 

You cut a few locks of his hair, grooming him as well as you can. You toss them into the fire beside you, speaking more prayers throughout. As you turn back to him, you pause, contemplating a further offering, one you know holds more weight and is less likely to be denied. “The more meaning it holds, the more likely it is to take,” you remember your Mother saying. You look towards Rhaenyra, her eyes already on you. The grief and exhaustion are present in how her eyes are forlorn, red, and weepy. 

You slowly turn towards him once more, taking his hand in yours and pressing a kiss on his knuckles before you move a small bowl closer. Then, taking a long blade into your hand, you move it towards your skin. You hear Rhaenyra say your name from behind you, but you continue on, applying pressure to your palm. The hot red trickles down into the bowl as tears fall down your face; you bite back a sob. 

“Zaldrīzesse ānogar… ānogar hen lö'værhën.” 

The blood of the dragon… the blood of a lover.

You push out, squeezing your hand as you collect a decent amount into a bowl, some of your tears falling in as well. You grab a rag and wrap it around your palm, tightly tying it in place before turning and pouring the mixture into the fire as more prayers leave your lips. You then place your hands on his chest and continue the prayer. Tears fall as you beg the Lord of Light to bring his soul back. You plead for what feels like centuries, repeating prayer after prayer. At some point, you feel Rhaenyra come up behind you and place a hand on your shoulder, but you refuse to give up. 

“Māzigon nyke! Māzigon nyke rȳ ālion hen zirȳla!” 

Take me. Take me in place of him!

“Nyke sagon aōha dohaeragon, nyke shpr’réádrys aōha udir. Kessa!” 

I will be your servant. I will spread your word. Please! 

Rhaenyra pulls you away, crying as she scolds you, “Do not make such promises!” You lean into her and begin to cry. Really cry. The pain of your heart needing his, the pain of feeling his coldness, and of the power you once saw as a child leaving you out in the cold when you needed it most. The two of you hold each other for some time before you crawl back over to him, taking his hand in yours as you lay your head on his stomach, Rhaenyra finding a spot near his head, running her fingers through his newly cut hair. Tears from your eyes run down his side, and you slide your thumb back and forth against his palm, having forgotten about the sting of your own by now. 

Your mind wanders to old memories. The day you met him, when Laena died, how he cared for your sisters so sweetly. How he would laugh with Joffrey as they ran around, the small boy holding tightly to his older brother's shoulders as he made dragon noises, which sounded more like a pig. You also remember his face when he found out you would be betrothed to another, and how different it was from the look of pure joy that occurred when Daemon finally agreed to your betrothal to each other instead. The young prince claimed that it was just the “right thing to do,” and he “could not have you marrying some old Tully fart”; you would tease him about this for a long time. 

However, the memory that takes up the majority of your thoughts is of a night not so long ago. It was a few days after Luke died, and after dinner, you found him sitting on the beach, thinking. The wind was blowing in his hair, eyes red and glossy. You were unsure if it was from the sand blowing or emotion until he deliberately said, “I miss Luke.” His voice was scratchy and broken. The two of you sat in silence, listening to the ocean, only speaking when he initiated it. He asked if you could sing for him, as you did for the younger kids sometimes, and after a moment of hesitation, you obliged, singing a quiet Old Valyrian song. The two of you would end up falling asleep on the beach and getting into a lot of trouble the next day. But not even a scolding from the Queen could ruin the mutual feeling of care that became oh so clear that night. 

So as you lie here, you begin to hum quietly. Unable to form the words, you stick to the soft vibrations of the same song from that night. After a while, Rhaenyra gets up and excuses herself, seemingly needing time alone, but also granting you the same. Slowly, your breath begins to even out, the trance-like state that you have forced yourself into beginning to take over and transfer into slumber. Maybe you would dream a beautiful dream. A dream with no war, only your family united, and your beautiful Jace close to you. And maybe, just maybe, you could wake from that dream and find that none of this was real, and it was all a cursed nightmare. One you would wake from and find your Prince alive and breathing. “Maybes” filled your thoughts for a few more moments before you finally fell asleep, entering the blissful mountains of rest. 

Warmth. 

Warmth on your face and fingertips, the feeling of dried tears on skin accompanying them, as you begin to find yourself somewhere between the conscious and unconscious. 

Stirring. 

Stirring and breathing that confuse you as it is not your own. 

It is not until you hear a soft groan that you feel yourself pulled completely awake, jolting up as you look at the young man before you. Color having returned to his face and skin, as well as the fast rise and fall of someone returning to life. 

“Jace?” You mumble, your voice hoarse from all of the crying and pleading. He stirs, his eyelids fluttering. You sit up on your knees, moving closer to his face. “Jacaerys-” 

You are interrupted by a gasp, followed by his eyes darting all around in fear before landing on yours. You lean forward, tears already beginning to fall as you take his face in your hands.

“Oh Jacaerys! Oh my- Oh my gods!” You cry, holding him closely while trying to be careful as well. He tries to speak but winces, the injury on his neck making it painful. 

“It is alright, it’s alright, save your speech.” You say quickly, looking him over. You then turn away and yell towards the door. “Elinda! Mysaria, get the Queen! S-someone get the Queen!” 

You turn back to Jace, and tears are filling his eyes. He slowly reaches up and places a hand on one of your own that is holding his face. You smile a shaking smile before leaning down to kiss his face, planting a few kisses all over before placing one on his lips. Some would say it is inappropriate as you are not married yet. But you would tell them they can fuck off. You just lost him, and now you have him again. Whatever price you will have to pay can wait. 

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A/N: And then Y/N gets on her dragon and kills all of the Greens except Helaena and Gwayne, and the realm is in peace and prosperity under Rhaenyra, and they all live happily ever after!! Or something like that. Anyways, some jokes aside, my ass LIVES for drama and angst, so sorry you guys were subjected to that lol. Hope you enjoyed!

[aeralux]

jace is sloppy and messy when he fucks btw he’s spitting on your pussy and moaning into you jfc

Warning: smut 18+; p in v; sloppy sex; breeding kink; creampie

Jacaerys flipped you over onto your back, positioning himself between your spread thighs. He gripped your hips tightly, his fingers sinking into the flesh of your ass as he notched the thick head of his cock against your dripping entrance.

With a low, animalistic growl, he thrust forward, sinking into your tight heat in one hard, deep stroke. He threw his head back, groaning at the exquisite sensation of your walls gripping him like a vice.

“Fuuuuck... you're so fucking tight,” he grunted, his hips already starting to move, to thrust into you with a desperate, needy rhythm. “So fucking perfect...”

He leaned down to capture your mouth in a sloppy, hungry kiss, his tongue delving deep to taste you as he fucked you hard and fast. He could feel his balls slapping against your ass with each powerful thrust, the obscene sound of skin against skin filling the room.

He reached down to thumb at your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in tight, rough circles. He could feel you clenching around him, your body responding to his touch, to his cock splitting you open.

“Come on, baby... scream for me,” he growled against your lips, his hips never faltering in their desperate rhythm. “Let me hear how good it feels to have my cock buried inside this sweet cunt.

You went cross-eyed as Jacaerys's massive cock speared into you, your mind short-circuiting from the intensity. "Y-yesss!!" You wailed, back arching off the bed as you focused solely on the delicious sensation of his cock stretching your walls.

With each brutal, deep thrust, a whorish moan tore from your throat. "Ah, ah, ah!!" Your eyes rolled back in your head, fluttering as you felt him pounding nearly against your cervix.

"F-fuuuck, you're s-splitting me in half!" You gasped out, your nails raking down his back. Pleasure like you’d never known consumed you, your pussy clenching greedily around his plundering cock. The obscene squelch of him fucking into your soaked cunt filled the room. Plap, plap, plap…

Jacaerys's eyes locked onto the obscene sight of his thick cock disappearing into your dripping cunt with each brutal thrust, watching as he stretched you wide around his girth. He let out a desperate, whiny moan at the erotic image, feeling his balls draw up tight at the base of his shaft.

“Yes, fuck... look at how well you take my cock,” he gasped out, one hand snaking down to grip the back of your thigh, hiking your leg up higher around his waist as he leaned in closer. “Your hungry little pussy is swallowing me whole, like it was made just for me...”

He leaned down and spat crudely onto your clit, watching as the saliva mixed with your arousal, making the apex of your sex even slicker, even messier as he fucked into you hard and fast. The wet, sloppy sounds of his hips slapping against yours filled the room, punctuated by his whiny moans and the creaking of the bed frame.

“You feel so fucking good, baby... so perfect and tight... I can't get enough... can't stop... fuck... I'm going to fill this greedy cunt with my cum... pump you full... flood this pussy until it's dripping out of you... Fuuuck!”

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he fucked into you like a wild dog. Each snap of his hips pushed you further up the bed, your tits bouncing with each impact.

He reached down to squeeze your clit hard, pinching the sensitive nub between his fingers as he rutted into you like a man possessed. Come for me,” he demanded, his voice a desperate snarl against your skin. “Please come all over me…”

He could feel his climax building fast, his shaft pulsing and throbbing deep inside your clutching heat. With a roar, he slammed into you one last time, burying himself to the hilt as thick ropes of his hot seed erupt from his cock, painting your insides white.

Jacaerys threw his head back, his muscular body convulsing above you as he emptied his heavy, aching balls deep inside your spasming cunt. Jet after jet of his potent, virile cum pumped into you, your belly starts to swell slightly with the sheer volume of his release.

"Fuuuuck, yes... take it all, my little princess," he moaned raggedly, grinding his spurting cock against your cervix as he filled you to the brim with his essence. "I want to see it leaking out of this tight cunt when I pull out..."

He collapsed on top of you, hips still twitching and jerking slightly as the last weak spurts of his orgasm dribbled into your thoroughly used, messy pussy. He peppered your face and neck with soft kisses, still panting harshly from the intensity of his climax.

"Such a good girl..." he murmured, nuzzling under your jaw. "My good girl... all full of my cum now..."

His hand slid down to scoop some of the excess seed dripping from your stretched hole, pushing it back inside you possessively. "Mmmm... I could get used to this... to ruining this perfect pussy every single day until it's constantly dripping with my seed..."

[goonergigi]

The lady in the high tower|

Jacaerys x reader part 3

You and your betrothed get closer, him trying to help you though your fear. Your wedding not long after with the fears of your past creeping in behind you, in every corner of the Red Keep.

This marriage was never one of love, at least not for you. It was a simple bandaid over the open festering infection that was slowly making its claim onto the throne of Westeros. Another marriage between the blood of the dragon and the family who lights the way in the ancient city of Old Town. The second marriage of the two families, this one bringing in the house that over sees the waves. A marriage of princess Rhaenyra Targaryen’s oldest son, Jacaerys Velaryon, and the eldest daughter of Lord Ormund Hightower. A tie between the ruling family and one of the oldest and wealthiest families in the Realm. On paper it was a perfect match, but the two of you were not what was written about you in any family record.

You had wanted to stretch out the wedding process for as long as possible, not wanting to be married so young to a man you knew so little. Especially if the tale of him attacking his uncle was true, a man who would maim his own blood would have no qualm hurting those outside of it. You hoped that he wasn’t as cruel as the rumors said. Your betrothal lasted for four years before the actual wedding, when you were around ten and eight with Jacaerys being ten and five. A part of you felt too young to be married another part felt like you were too old, most of the other ladies being married quickly after their first blood. Jacaerys was a few years younger than you as well, typically the lady was younger than the lord.

The wedding planning had taken a long time, stretching over the past few years as a wedding between the heir’s heir and the richest house in the realm. There were plans to tour the entire realm with a carriage ride, one that the Targaryens had suggested to be on dragon back instead but your father has staunchly denied knowing your fear. Princess Rhaenyra and her eldest had visited Old Town a few times to talk to you and your father about it, staying for a month at a time. During which you and the prince were to get closer as a future married pair, but you couldn’t help being afraid of him.

The first time they had visited, Princess Rhaenyra’s dragon named Syrax had landed in a courtyard near the stables kept on the island housing the hightower. Shortly behind her was her eldest son Jacaerys on his smaller green Vermax, the dragon that had attempted to attack you so many years ago. No one had planned for the Targaryens to show up on this day, especially as there were no planned accommodations for the dragons nor their riders. You and your father had quickly come to the courtyard to greet the two royals, as soon as you came to the loose stones of the edge of the courtyard you were frozen solid. You stared wide eyed at the winged beasts and how the riders acted so casually around them, like the animals couldn’t kill them with one snap of their jaw. Your father had already met with Princess Rhaenyra in the middle of the court yard, bowing to her and asking why Old Town had been graced with their presence. Your eyes tracked Vermax as he took in his location, his rider having slipped off of his back and joined his mother. Jacaerys had noticed you watching from the edge of the courtyard, he could see the fear in your eyes. For a moment he wasn’t sure if it was directed at him or at his dragon. A sadness washed over him at the thought of either, he wished for you to love him like he loved you. Wished for you to love Vermax as he loved Vermax. Maybe he could convince you to let him take you on Vermax after the wedding, see the realm from above and understand that the dragon wasn’t that dangerous. He made his way towards you excited to see the girl he was spending the rest of his days with. He was practically skipping on his way over to you. Once he was beside you you finally noticed him, flinching a bit, finally taking your eyes off the green beast in the courtyard.

“You-your grace, welcome to Old Town.”

You got out, curtseying to the best of your ability, the brunette smiled at you bowing his head in thanks. Before you could ask why they were there or for how long the boy let out a sighful, “I missed you.” The sound of it made your face grow hot, it made you want to run away and hide. It made you feel vulnerable, something you hated feeling. You nodded at the boy, a shy smile on your lips. You couldn’t even get a word in before he grabbed your arm, looping his with yours, asking you “will you show me the keep? I wish to see your home.”

You blushed slightly before nodding at him, leading the prince away from the courtyard to one of the gardens you favored. There weren’t many spots in the hightower to be alone, especially alone with nature. The hightower sat on an island in the middle of Old Town, allowing you to look over the entire city when at a certain height. There wasn't much outside space because of this, if you wanted to be in nature you needed to leave the city or be fine with the man made gardens of the castle. The air in the city didn’t stink as much as King’s Landing but still held the aroma of the sea mixing with the incense of the Citadel and the smells of the city. It was home. Past Ladies of house Hightower had filled the garden with flowers from families all over the realm. Many bring the flowers grown at their home keeps to their new home. This had left the garden to be incredibly colorful. The garden had been your favorite place in the entirety of the Hightower; you could look out into the ocean with only the harbors around the edge of Old Town visible. It was peaceful, it made you forget almost everything when you spent time out here, all of the stress melting off of you. In the middle of the garden sat a small gazebo, barely fit for one let alone two people. You and Meredyth spend a good portion of your childhood in this gazebo, hosting private tea parties just for each other. House Mullendore had brought butterflies for the garden one year for your birthday, it had made you so excited at the time wanting to learn as much as you could about the little insects. Your maester was more than happy to teach you about the bugs. Every spring you and Meredyth would host another of these private tea parties to celebrate the coming of more butterflies and again in winter when they would fly south for warmth.

Now you were welcoming a man that had a dragon that attempted to kill you into your safe space, polluting it. You attempted to avoid the gazebo, not wanting one of the happiest spots of your life to be clouded as well. Jacaerys seemed happy to just walk with you, just to touch your arm slightly, just to be in your presence. The prince took in the flowers covering the garden, all differing colors and with differing flowering patterns, it was a mess but still somehow looked beautiful with how it was placed. Jacaerys paused in front of some tall red bundles. He moved, raising his hand up to the flower. Pressing his fingers to the sides of the flower, he smiled before turning to look at you. “It’s a dragon.”

You looked at him confused, “the maesters call it Antirrhinum.”

Jacaerys chuckled before motioning you closer, having you stand in front of him as he held the flower again. He flexed his fingers so that the petals moved closer together. “On Dragonstone we call them snapdragons. When you squeeze them like this, they look like the face of a dragon.”

You knelt down slightly to take a closer look at the flower, trying to understand what he was talking about. You blinked a few times, watching it as he squeezed softly. Finally you saw it, the differing shades of red forming into the muzzle of the scaled beast you feared. You gasped at the realization before pulling away from the flower in surprise. The prince laughed at your reaction, plucking the flower from its stem. He turned to you with it in between his fingers, he motioned you closer and when you took a step near him placed the flower behind your ear, moving your hair out of the way. He smiled, a blindingly beautiful thing that made you blush.

“There. A dragon from your dragon.”

You were certain he could feel the heat radiating off of your face. You nodded slightly, looking away from him to continue walking the garden. Jace happily follows behind your flustered self. The two of you spent the next hour in the garden, resting in the gazebo to talk to each other. Jace rested his face on hand, admiring you across the table as you drank some of the tea brought from the maids and watched the butterflies bounce between flowers. The two of you weren't even talking anymore, just basking in each other's presence. A voice cut through the silence suddenly, a voice you knew quite well. “Are you having tea without me?”

Meredyth Mullendore stood near the entrance to the gazebo, smiling at you. She looked over at the brunette sitting across from you and quickly curtseyed with a quick “my lord” slipping from her lips. Before you could say anything Jacaerys’ smile turned forced as he turned towards her. When he did, Meredyth could see the dragon emblem on the front of his chest proudly displaying his family. She gasped before falling into a deeper curtsey muttering out quickly, “your grace! I apologize I had no idea that we were being visited today. I will leave you two.”

She quickly made her way out of the garden, you know she’s going to interrogate you later. You watched the prince’s face as the annoyed look slipped away. You took a sip from the tea before placing it down on the table again. You ask him, “Does being called lord bother you, my prince?”

He looked up at you surprised, you hadn’t been very talkative since his dragon had landed, so leading you to speak up for a full sentence was shocking to him. He let out a sigh taking in what you asked before responding, “if I had the silver hair of my mother, no one would ever mistakenly think less of me.”

You hummed, agreeing silently. “That’s true, may I offer another perspective my prince?”

You ask, taking a sip of your drink again. He nodded at you, his eyebrows pinched together.

“Do you think having more…causal features might be helpful? You will look like the lords you rule over allowing them a sense of familiarity unseen with past dragon lords. As well, you will be able to hide in a crowd much easier than the likes of Aegon with his striking white hair.”

He blinked a few times, surprised from your perspective. After a moment he smiled and nodded, saying to you “you’re right. It could be useful to be a king without the colors of a traditional Targaryen.” After a beat he chuckled and said to you, “when I am king I should make you my hand, you’ll no doubtably be my most trusted and my wife. You give sage advice like no lord has before you.”

Deep down you would have loved that, to be the king’s hand to have a deciding vote in what happens to the realm, to truly have power. But you knew, you knew that Westeros would never accept a female hand let alone a queen ruling them. you don’t even think Jacaerys would become king, especially with the health of his uncles Aegon and Aemond, even little Daeron stood between the boy in front of you and the throne. You smiled at the boy in front of you, giggling slightly at his response. “Thank you, your grace, your praise is enough for me.”

He opened his mouth, ready to respond, but his mothers voice cut through the silence before he could get a word out. Princess Rhaenyra stood at the entrance to the gardens, smirking at her son’s red face. The boy shot up from the gazebo, quickly turning towards his mother. You slipped out from the gazebo to stand beside the prince, curtseying to the princess on the other side of the garden. She smiled at you before waving the two of you closer. You began making your way across the cobble stepping stones to her when Jacaerys offered his arm for you to hold, you took it gently. He seemed to shine once you touched him, beaming at his mother who attempted to cover her amusement at his reaction. Once the two of you were before her, her hand came to rest on your upper arm almost as if attempting to comfort you. She began to lead you two back towards the courtyard, back to their dragons. You attempted to stal at the edge of the courtyard, not wanting to come close to the monsters and have them lock on to you as prey. It seems the two dragon riders had a different idea as they lightly dragged you along with them. Rhaenyra says “that's no way to get over your fear of dragons, come you will meet them.”

You attempted to pull away from the two, watching as the creatures picked their heads up to look at you being dragged to them. Almost like a sacrificial lamb for the dragons to feast on, or at least that’s how you felt. You pleaded with them, “pl-please your grace. I will have plenty of time later to worry about this fear.”

Jacaerys laughed, keeping his hand over yours, “nonsense! There’s nothing to worry about! Both of them are quite well behaved, I assure you.”

They were not well behaved and you knew that. You heard the stories of their misbehavior, of Syrax almost attacking guards for separating her from her rider. Stories of Vermax nipping at the prince’s nursemaids as a child and growing even worse with the keepers of the dragon pit. The two beasts had gained their own nicknames for their behaviors, Syrax the spoiled and Vermax the ill-tempered. The behavior of the dragons was definitely a reflection of their owners and how they treated the creatures. Your hand came up to grip onto the prince's, causing the boy to grow flustered and loosen his hold. You were finally able to break free, running to your father’s side on the other side of the courtyard, holding onto him tightly. Your fathers hand rested over your, rubbing his thumb soothingly over the back of it.

“I ask that you refrain from traumatizing my daughter, your graces.”

The two looked a little sheepish, Rhaenyra smiling at you and waving off your father. “Ah she is to be married to a dragon! We cannot have her fearing them!”

The two royals left shortly after, they took to their saddles and began to rouse the dragons to take off. Jacaerys turned to you, a bright smile stretched across his face. He waved over to you shouting out a quick “see you soon, darling!” Causing your face to turn bright red, many of the people in the courtyard turned to look at you either in amusement or in judgement you couldn’t tell. You turned and fled to your chambers as quickly as you could.

—

Four years later you stood in the grand sept on Visenya’s hill. The sun was barely creeping up the sky when you had ventured out to the Sept, wanting to be alone with the Gods. You were kneeling at the candled altar, praying to the seven for a safe marriage. You prayed for a marriage that wouldn’t end with you in pain, that wouldn’t end with you being hurt. A part of you wished to not even be near him after marriage. But a bigger part had grown fond of him, in these four years you’ve grown to know him deeply. He would pay you visits and send letters often, discussing his role as heir, his struggles with learning the language of the dragon tamers, the arguments with the Velaryons about his brother’s legitimacy, and his restlessness to see you again. He would often bring gifts as well; dragon glass, sculptures and figurines, icons of the seven, and flowers, many many flowers. Maybe you possibly loved him. You would never admit it. This marriage was to keep you in your castle for as long as possible, keep you with your family, you didn’t care who you were married to. You could have married an eighty year old lord if it meant you didn’t need to leave Old Town. You finished your prayers lighting a candle before pulling away from the altar to return to your bridal suite.

You scurried across the courtyard of the sept coming across Queen Alicent on her way inside. She paused seeing you leave, sending you a soft smile. You stopped in front of her bowing to her, she chuckled, her hands grabbing your hands. “Congratulations, my dear. I believe marriage will suit you wonderfully.”

You looked down at your conjoined hands, a soft smile crossing your face. You nodded to her whispering out, “thank you, your grace.” She patted your hand and moved around you up to the great sept, her green dress pulling behind her slightly. You watched her take a few steps away, your family color pulling with her. You returned to your carriage waiting for you, Meredyth waiting inside for you. She was reading a small book, some novel of seemingly explicit material. This one was about a beast man, a half man half wolf, who takes a human woman into his cave to make her his lover. The idea was disgusting to you, marriage seemed painful enough not even having the choice in who you marry was worse. She smirked at you when you entered the carriage, beginning her tirade about the recent chapter of the filth.

“She is pregnant! The main character is locked inside the cave and is pregnant!!”

You winced slightly at her voice praying that no one outside the carriage could hear her exclamation. You sighed as the carriage started the trip back to the Red Keep, your nails picking at the skin around your fingers. “Please, it’s my wedding day Meredyth. I am stressed enough without worries of wolf men and pregnancy.”

She huffed slightly but indulged you, reaching over to grasp your hands to stand you from causing harm to yourself. She smiled at you reassuringly before saying, “it’ll be fine, you’re stressed over nothing. You will look so beautiful that there will be nothing to worry about!”

She was not good at comforting people. You loved her like a sister and would often seek her comfort but she was not good at giving it. Often brushing out her long coiled black hair as you complained, watching you through her vanity mirror. Her marriage was coming soon as well, her hand promised to a Cuy boy. He was six years her senior with flowing brunette hair that seemed to have strikes of blonde rushing through it. You had been with Meredyth the few times she met him, always comforting her through the awkward tension of meeting her betrothed. He had been kind and acted gentlemanly the whole time you met him, you hoped he would stay that way and treat your friend only kindly.

“Does lord Cuy know of your taste in books?”

You smirked at her, happy to take the focus away from yourself and your future. She glared at you for a second, fading away just as quickly as a giggle overtook her. You laughed with her, happy to share in the joy of a long time friend. She leaned closer to you and whispered, “he has written me rather raunchy letters, he is just as ready as I am to break in our wedding bed.”

You gasped, the idea of the couple sharing such intimate ideals with each other before their wedding feeling absurd. Meredyth was still giggling at you when she noticed the flustered look on your face, her eyes widened as she squeaked out, “you and the prince have not-?”

“No we have not!!”

Your were turning as red as possible, Meredyth giggling saying you’re turning as red as the Targaryen sigil. You brought your hands up to your cheeks to block the warmth, almost attempting to hide yourself from the eyes of your friend. The two of you were entering into the Red Keep, you quickly reminding her to hold her tongue in front of anyone else about what you two discussed. She was more than ready to walk you to the bridal suite and get you dressed for the big event.

The wagon stopped letting the two of you scramble out of it. Meredyth took your arm ready to pull you off the get you dressed up for your wedding, she began to pull you when you stopped her seeing Prince Aemond across the courtyard. He seemed to not have noticed you yet, giving you a moment to admire how he’s changed in these few years apart. He was walking with a king’s guard, Ser Criston Cole. Prince Aemond had grown tall in the time you’ve been separated. His long silver hair swayed with each of his steps. The black leather eyepatch stuck out against his pale hair and skin, drawing in your eyes even more. You wondered what it would have been like to be married to him, would he still be the soft gentle boy you knew growing up? Or had the attack changed him entirely?

The dark-haired girl next to you brought your attention back to her, subtly reminding her of the hungry eyes of the court looking to tear down you and your future husband at any point. You quickly turned away from the boy you once knew to prepare to marry the boy who had potentially taken his eyesight. You had never asked about that night, too scared to know the answer. You and Meredyth began making your way towards the chambers you had been staying in, a tradition in the faith of the seven for the husband and wife to not see each other the day of until they are married in the eyes of the Gods. You had spent all week with Jacaerys and his family, all of them excited for the new addition to them. It was nice to have a moment alone even if it was with your friend.

On the stairs up to the chambers, the two of you giggling between each other, you noticed a few people freezing up and scurrying away ahead of you. You quickly pull Meredyth closer, wanting to protect her from whatever was coming to you two. You could hear laughter from where the chaos was radiating from, unfortunately you needed to go through the center of the storm to get to the chambers. As you got closer you noticed the small body with striking silver hair riding atop a copperish scaled beast. Prince Jaehaerys and his dragon Shrykos. The two were content in terrorizing the guards and maids sent to protect them. If it was anything else but a dragon the sight would be hilarious, a young boy celebrating life with his close companion. The sight of the scaled beast froze you solid where you were. The beast seemed to be smiling, its claws scratching on the tiles of the hall making a terrible sound, smoke curled out of its nostrils, its mouth nipping at the air every once and awhile. Meredyth could see the fear in your eyes, watching the creature intensely. But she knew you couldn’t keep this fear, your husband was a dragon rider, any child you had would have a dragon, you could not stay frozen by this fear. She called out to the boy, “good morrow my prince! If we might, could we get around you to the chambers? Lady Hightower needs to ready for her wedding today!”

The prince stopped and scrutinized the two of you for a moment, his eyes scanning you. He called out, “who is she to marry?”

A simple question from a child, it shouldn’t scare you. It shouldn’t have you worried about how the dragon would react to your answer. You respond to him, “pr-prince Jacaerys, your grace.” The boy gasped happily crying out, “We are to be family!” He jumped from the back of his dragon to run up to the two of you, the dragon settling down behind him. Your shoulders dropped knowing the being wouldn’t attack you with the boy standing between you. You chuckled at the boy leaning slightly forward to be more face to face with the young prince. “We are already family, my prince. Your grandmother is my cousin.”

The boy gasped out happily, bouncing on the front of his feet. You smiled at him as he began rambling, not fully understanding everything he was saying. You wish you could have stayed with the young boy and learned all he wanted to tell you, but your wedding was coming and you needed to dress for it. You stood up straight, smiling at the young boy as you said, “I must prepare for the wedding, my prince, so if you’ll excuse us.” He nodded and moved out of the way, the two of you hugging the wall to stay as far away from the dragon as possible. The young prince waved at you when you were at the end of the hallway.

You let out a heavy sigh as you were free of the smoke of the dragon’s breath. Meredyth rubbing your arm to provide comfort towards you. Thankfully the chambers weren’t much farther and the two of you were able to enter without being stalled by another Targaryen family member. You rested against the heavy door once inside, you and Meredyth looking at each other before fits of laughter claimed you both. You were gasping for air but the time you calmed. Meredyth moved through the room to a table that held a variety of cheeses and fruit, with a wine bottle proudly displayed among them. Meredyth opened the bottle pouring the both of you a glass. After this night you would be a married woman, a woman forever tied to the blood of the dragon. The thought was horrific to a younger version of yourself. You took the drink from her thankfully. Maids entered the room soon after, removing the dress you wore to the sept to be replaced by your wedding dress.

It was a cascade of white fabric down your body, covering you entirely. The neck line was cut to show the top of your chest, your breast pushed together. On your chest sat the necklace Ser Otto had gifted you all those years ago, it holding one of the only pops of color on you. Around your waist a belt of seven pointed stars was cinching the waist of the dress in. The top of your sleeves were puffed out with them cutting in afterwards to hug your arms. The dress was beautiful and you spent a minute admiring yourself in the mirror. The maids quickly moved to your hair next, twisting it to wrap around the back of your head, any stray strands moving behind your ears. You looked beautiful, in a way you’ve never seen yourself before. Next the maids placed the sheer veil fabric over your head, it was your mother’s before you which she wore when she married your father. You wished she could see you here today. The veil was clipped in the side of your head so it wouldn’t slip with your steps. You slipped into a pair of white small heels with embroidering on the sides. The last step was the heavy coat with your family’s sigil which would be removed by your husband and replaced with his sigil. You let out a heavy sight once the shawl was on your shoulders, you looked over to Meredyth she had a frown on her face both from sadness and love. She was happy to see you being loved and adored, but also saddened that she would lose you as her closest friend. You would be taken from her and she from you. You felt tears prick your eyes looking at her, your face mirroring her frown. She rushed forward and collected you into her arms holding you tight, the two of you locked in this embrace. A knock at the large oak doors is what finally broke you apart, your father entering a moment later, ready to give you off to the Velaryon prince. You could see the pain on his face, the reality of giving away his eldest daughter hitting him harshly. He took in a sharp breath at the sight of your mother’s veil smiling sadly at you as he whispered,

“You look just as beautiful as she did that day.”

The simple sentence broke you, making tears slip down your face as you hugged your father tight. He held you to his chest, his hand coming to the back of your head to soothe you. Shortly after he pulled away his hands grasping your upper arms as he took in your entire form. He gave you a smile before moving his arm to you saying, “ready to go, my dear?”

You nodded, fighting back the tears as you whispered to your father, "I am.”

The march to the grand hall felt like the march of a prisoner to the gallows. With each step more and more fear rose in you. The fear was breaking you, your legs feeling heavy, almost water logged. Your father acting as an anchor for you so you wouldn’t float away. The two of you stood in front of the hall, taking a moment to prepare yourself. You looked at your father from the corner of your eye, his face hard. A soldier giving away a prisoner. The servants open the door after your father motioned for them to, starting the wedding officially. Starting the end and beginning of your life. You took a deep breath before diving into your new life. Preparing for whatever was to come.

Inside multiple houses, both big and small, were present. It was a royal wedding, the whole realm was to be a part of it. You kept your eyes forward not wanting to see the way people looked at you, not wanting to see the judgement, anger, resentment, or sadness in their eyes. At the end of the hall stood the prince, his curled brown hair standing proudly, the black leather of his wedding suit being cut with the bright red of his cape and sigil. He smiled as you grew closer, his eyes filling with love, his eyes being the only ones you could meet. His eyes were a brilliant brown, something that you would have found uninteresting in the beginning alas you had found yourself falling for how the light reflected off them and they changed under sunlight. His face lit up as you grew closer and closer, you could see his fingers fidgeting, craving to reach out and grab you from your father. To finally claim you as his wife. You weren't far from him when your father stopped, standing still before turning to boy to the king, you copying his actions. King Viserys had grown old, his body practically folded in half and almost all of his hair gone. He wore a gold mask that covered half his face, something you were thankful for as you heard rumors that the skin underneath was writhing with maggots. The thought of it sent a shiver down your spine. Next to the king sat Queen Alicent, she smiled at the two of you and nodded, urging you forward. You turn back to your future husband, him looking at you with soft gentle eyes. The look melts you seeing how much he longs to have you as his wife.

Jacaerys moved closer, holding his arm out for you to take. Taking you from your father care into his own. Your father let you go, his limbs slightly shaky, before he lowered his head in a bow to the prince and went to the opposite side of the royal family to sit with Ser Otto, your brother Lyonel, and others of your house. The prince led you up the small steps to the maester waiting for you. The older man seemed unimpressed with everything around him, as if royal weddings were something he saw every week. A reminder of how different your life was to become, how lost you were. The maester had the prince remove the coat with your family’s sigil off your back, it was replaced with one holding the Targaryen and Velaryon sigils. The prince’s hands sat heavily on your shoulders as he wrapped the fabric around you so as to not fall. You turn to face the boy again, seeing the light reflect off his brown eyes again. You studied them for a second noticing flecks of green and gold present. It made you soften seeing how beautiful his eyes were, you could spend years staring into them. He smiled at you, admiring you back for your gaze on his. His hands came up to move the veil off of your face, his breath catching in his throat at the sight of you without the cloth separation. Jacaerys held your hand in front of your bodies beginning the ceremony officially.

The old maester cleared his throat before saying, “In the sight of the Seven, I hereby see you these two souls, binding them as one for eternity. Look upon one another and say the words.” The ribbon was wrapped over your hands, binding the two of you together. Jacaerys and you began to say the rest of the words, “Father. Smith. Warrior. Mother. Maiden. Crone. Stranger. I am his/hers, and s/he is mine, from this day, till the end of my days.”

Your hands were bound to the other, Jacaerys looking at you with a soft look as he finished saying, “With this kiss, I pledge my love.”

He leaned forward and claimed your lips softly, not forcing, not demanding, just a sweet press of his on top of yours. He didn’t take anything from you, just placed his lips to yours before pulling away. You wanted to chase him down and continue the kiss, to know the feeling of him entirely. The wedding was almost over, you would do a tour of the realm with your husband and would be free of him soon. But first came the feast and bedding ceremony, which would be the hardest part of this union for you.

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Hey, can I please request Jacaerys x aunt!reader where he goes to her after the dance as she had been imprisoned in the dungeons and he offer her to let him have her or she'll be sentenced to death or sum. And reader is as pious and religious as Alicent and she is horrified by the idea of being sullied by ""bastard seed"" but she reveals to be c0ck-drunk by the end of it?

Jace Velaryon*Perfect Wife

Pairing: Jace x f!reader

Word count: 2809

Warnings: dub con, imprisonment, held at knife point (not during smut), praise, degradation, nipple play, p in v sex, hickeys, spanking, bruising, forced marriage, smut 18+c

Masterlist here

You weren’t much of a warrior. You had been raised the way a princess should have been. Well, that’s what your mother told you. However, when two days had passed since Aemond and Aegon had left to confront Rhanerya, and everyone refused to tell you what was happening you decided to get the hell out of there on your dragon.

Maybe you’d end up in Essos and sell a dragon egg for a home. Maybe even Dorne. You could try throw yourself on their mercy. After all, their ambassadors had always seemed to enjoy your company. However, all your plans soon crumbled when you accidentally flew into what you’d assumed to be an empty clearing.

You’d landed in a small field and had quickly tried to ‘borrow’ an apple from a local farm when you felt a strong grip on your arm and a sharp blade on your neck. So cold it had to be Valyrian steel. “And who do we have here?” you recognised Jace’s voice clearly. “Didn’t your mother ever tell you pretty girls shouldn’t go about dawdling?”

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The stone floors bruised your knees each time you knelt to pray but you didn’t complain or even wince at the pain. You’d counted the days you’d been here by etching marks in the stone with the corner of your Seven-star necklace your mother had given you. 27 days so far. Each morning you prayed. Well, what you thought was morning. Then each afternoon then evening. Each time to a different member of the seven. Even the stranger since perhaps the god of death was the one you truly needed right now.

“My lady,” a sing song voice called out, “Lunch is ready,” Jace said as he approached your cell with his usual grin. He didn’t come every day but when he did it only seemed to add to your punishment. “I made sure to pick you the freshest apple,” he crouched down, holding it out to you.

You kept your eyes on the ground as you tried to finish your prayer, “C’mon now. They’re clearly not listening to you,” he mocked, sitting down the tray in front of the bars to your cell.

Still, you ignored him as you wrapped them up. Jace sighed and just as you finished your prayers he stood, taking the tray with him. “Where are you going?” you called, moving to stand on your feet and grabbing the bars, “That’s my food,”

“No this is my food,” he said, as if he was calling the sky blue, “And you never took it,”

“I was praying!”

“Not fast enough,” he teased. “Maybe next time you’ll remember to acknowledge the heir to Westeros,” he said as he turned to leave.

“My brothers not here,” you mumbled, turning around to go take your place on the wooden bench they called a bed.

The wine cup clattered against the wall, missing your head by only an inch. You span on your heels to confront him, but the only trace was your food dropped on the ground in a head and the apple slowly rolling towards your cell.

It stopped just out of arm’s length of the bars as if the gods really were mocking you. It took you laying on the ground, stretching out the tips of your fingernails to manage to roll it closer so you could grab it. You consoled yourself knowing he never came twice in one day.

Yet this time he did.

Jace arrived with a meal so nice looking it almost reminded you of what you used to eat. There was even a whole chicken leg on it. when he saw the apple core in the corner of your cell Jace couldn’t help but laugh. “Here,” he said, reaching it out for you to try manoeuvre through the bars when he suddenly pulled it back, “Aren’t you going to thank your prince?”

“Thank you,” you glared, reaching your hand out.

Jace just smirked, “Thank you what?”

“Thank you, dear nephew,” you offered with a fake smile.

“Say it. say that I am the true heir, a true prince, and I will be most obliged to give you this chicken leg. Straight from the queens table,” he said, showing it to you once more just to rub it in.

You could feel your stomach rumble, but you couldn’t say it. not after all this time. Not after all the battles. Not for a chicken leg. “My mother isn’t here,” you said through gritted teeth.

Jace reached through the bars, grabbing your neck before you could react. His grasp was tight but despite his fingers digging into your skin you weren’t afraid, “I can only be so patient,” he warned before letting you go. He turned to leave, taking the food with him, “besides, who said your mother is even alive?” he mocked before slamming the door shut behind him.

The stalemate continued for another day and a half and suddenly you were regretting not rationing the apple. At least the guards had kept your water jug topped up, but you didn’t want to risk that being taken too.

“I have a new deal,” Jace said, walking in empty handed.

“Where’s my food?” you said, not even standing from where you sat on your bed.

“That’s not very polite,” Jace tutted, leaning against the bars, “How would you like to get out of here?” you couldn’t help your eyes widening at the idea. Something Jace seemed to revel in. he unlocked your cell and despite wanting to run you sat still as he closed the door behind him. “Come here. Let me get a closer look at you,”

You wanted to slap him but instead you stood up and slowly crossed the floor while Jace’s eyes scanned your frame. “Still so beautiful,” he mumbled before he finally brought his eyes back to yours as your cheeks burned, “I have a new proposal for you,” he said, reaching to stroke your cheek. He was gentle but you still flinched at his touch.

He stepped closer, moving his hand down till he was toying with your necklace, his eyes not so subtly on your chest, “Marry me,” he said, and you instantly grimaced at his words, “Be my wife and I will let you free,”

“I wouldn’t be free,” you snapped, “I’d be the wife of a bastard, a nobody, a waste of space- “you began to spit your venom at him only to be cut off by his tight grasp around your neck.

“I wouldn’t be so hasty if I was you,” he warned, “What I’m offering is generous. You should hear what Daemon had planned for you,” he dropped his grip and you instantly stepped back, trying to recatch your breath.

Jace slowly began to circle you, eyeing you up from every angle as you silently thought over his offer when suddenly a thought popped into your head, “What’s in it for you? Last time I checked you already had a betrothed,”

“Alliances can change, we both know that” he drawled, his chest pressed against your back while his hand grazed your hip. Not mine, you thought, but you stayed silent instead. “Besides I need a wife. Someone to show off in court,” his hand trailed up from your hip to your waist making you shudder through the thin dress they’d gave you, “Someone to bear children. Someone to warm my bed,” he said, his lips pressed against your ear.

His hand went to move to your front, but you grabbed his wrist before he could touch anything, “I’d rather die,” you spat.

Jace grabbed your hips, spinning you around and pulling you flush against his chest, “That can be arranged,” he warned but he still wore his teasing smirk, “You think you’d survive here without me? A pretty young things like yourself in nothing but her night dress roaming around court, think of the scandals. Gods help you if you even make it out the castle. What do you think the small folk would do with a princess like you?”

“Perhaps they’d save me. If they believed in the true king,” you said, trying to hold firm but feeling yourself shake.

He chuckled under his breath, “There is only a queen. C’mon, I can’t be that bad surely. You saying you’ve never thought about it?” he said, his hand moving down to your ass, his lips moving to your ear, “Its not just the gods who know your dirty little secrets,” he whispered, his hot breath fanning your neck.

“I want my dragon back,” you said suddenly making Jace lift his head from where he’d been dragging his lips across your neck, “If I’m to be your wife,”

“As soon as your belly swells with my seed,” he said, “Anything else?”

It felt like a trap, but you tried anyway, “And separate rooms. I don’t want to see you more than I have to,”

He chuckled this time, “That can be arranged, anything else?” you eyed him carefully before shaking your head no. one child and then you could escape with your dragon. It would take a year, maybe two, and then you’d be free. “Good. I shall have them draw up a treaty. But in the meantime,” he said, grabbing your ass so suddenly you gasped, “I want some kind of reassurance you won’t back out,”

“And what’s that?” you asked through gritted teeth.

“I want to fuck you,” he said making the words dry up in your throat, “And if I didn’t know any better id say you wanted me too,”

“And if I say no?” you asked.

Jace dropped his grip, but a smirk fell on his lips as he began to walk away. “Then no deal,” he said, reaching for the door.

“Wait!” you called, reaching out to grab his arm. Jace turned his gaze back to you with a knowing smirk, “I suppose if you are to be my husband. The gods, they’d understand,” you said, trying to rationalise it all.

Jace moved closer to you till his chest was flush against yours, “I’m sure they’d understand after all,” he said, pushing the hair out of your face, “Who could blame you for wanting some pleasure in your life?” he said, his hand trailing down till he grabbed your tit, squeezing it softly, “Why would something that feels so good be so wrong?” he whispered in your ear, his hand traveling lower to your thighs, toying with the hem of his dress.

His lips moved to kiss down your jaw, across your neck till he was kissing your undiscovered sweet spot making you moan softly. His arms moved to slip around your waist, pulling you somehow closer to him as your hands rested on his shoulders. You gasped when he squeezed your ass and winced at the quick slap, he gave it before his hands moved to the hem of your dress.

The cold air rushed over your frame, making your nipples harden as Jace pulled the dress over your head in one swoop. The only thing to cover you was your necklace but right now that felt even worse. Jace’s eyes travelled your frame, soaking up every inch, “The gods have blessed me with you,” he murmured.

“You do not know the gods,” you glared but Jace just chuckled as his hands went to cup your tits, stroking his thumbs over your perked nipples making you whimper.

“Perhaps you don’t either,” he said as he led you by your hips to your bed. He sat on it, his hands resting on your hips as he pulled you into his lap.

His lips moved to your collarbones, kissing and nipping at the soft skin. Your brain told you to push him away, but a strange feeling was overcoming your body as his hands moved to your hips. You could feel a hard bulge under his trousers as he began to move your hips, pushing your core onto his clothed cock. You moaned at the friction, his bulge rubbing perfectly against your clit sending shock waves up your body.

Soon you felt your hips begin to buck and move of their own accord. You felt his smirk against your skin as his hands moved to your tits. You gasped when he pinched your nipples, rolling them between his fingers making you moan. “Oh god,” you couldn’t help the moan that slipped out when he took one into his mouth, sucking on the perked bud.

You weren’t sure what had come over you, but you felt a knot tightening in your stomach, your moans growing louder as you took the gods in vain at the top of your lungs. You felt your peak hit you like a boulder before you slumped into Jace’s chest.

He moved to kiss your cheek with a chuckle. “Not even fucked you yet and look at you,” Jace said, slipping his hand down to rub against your sensitive core making your body lurch, “So wet for me,” he praised, his hand moving to unlace his trousers. “Can’t wait to see what my cock does to you,”

Before you could protest you felt his tip pressing into your entrance. You gasped, your hands moving to grab his shoulders, “Aw,” Jace pouted, “Does it hurt?” he mocked, pushing you down further, “Too fucking bad,” he practically growled as he used your hips to push you all the way down.

You almost screamed at the feeling, as if you were being split in half but Jace groaned, throwing his head back against the wall as you felt his cock twitch inside you, “Fuck you’re so tight,” he praised, giving you a moment to adjust. Your hips betrayed you again, moving without your mind thinking making him chuckle.

“Such a desperate little thing,” Jace mocked, grabbing your jaw as you tried to move away. His thumb ran over your bottom lip before using it to pry your mouth open, resting it on your tongue, “Good girl,” he praised, his free hand moving your hips.

“Fuck,” you gasped as you felt him hit all the right spots. You gave up trying to resit as your hips began to grind onto his cock.

Jace’s hands moved to your hair, grabbing it suddenly and pulling it back so he could have full access to your neck. You were sure by the way he kissed it there would be marks tomorrow but that didn’t matter now. Your hands went to his hair, tugging it softly making him growl against your skin.

His free hand went to your ass, grabbing it tightly before suddenly leaving stinging slaps against the soft flesh. You could feel your second peak fast approaching and when Jace moved to run quick circles against your sensitive bundle of nerves you felt your cunt squeeze around him as it came crashing down again.

“Fuck,” Jace mumbled, a stream of profanity tumbling from his lips as his hands moved to your hips so he could fuck you through your orgasm, “You feel so good,” he praised, resting his head in the crook of your neck.

You felt yourself coming down from your high and his movements began to slow, “Don’t stop Jace. Please gods don’t stop,” you began to beg, and you could feel his smirk.

“Begging suits you,” he teased, grabbing your jaw so he could make you face him, “You look so good right now. So drunk on my cock. Is that it?”

“Yes,” you whined, “I need you please,”

“Aw my poor baby,” he teased, “So desperate for her king,”

“Yes,” you weren’t even thinking any longer, and a spark ignited behind his eyes, “Need you. Want you my king,” you moaned.

Jace grabbed your hips tightly, standing suddenly before turning as you back slammed against the wall. You winced until you felt his hips begin to snap up against yours. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him tight against you. This new angle had him hitting newer spots that had your legs wrapping tight around him.

“So good,” Jace mumbled against your skin as you felt a third orgasm approaching, “My perfect little wife,” his words sent you tumbling over the edge.

Jace couldn’t resist anymore as your cunt squeezed around his cock and with a couple more pumps, he began to spill his seed. His thrusts became slow as he rode out his own peak, fucking his seed deep inside you. You were both panting as he pulled out, his forehead resting against yours as your feet finally hit the ground again.

“I always knew you had a dark side in you,” Jace chuckled as he pulled away.

“Tell anyone and I’ll kill you in your sleep, husband,” you threatened but the last word made him smile. Maybe this was a good trade after all.

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Hello!!! So I was thinking if you could do this +18 dic for Jace

So like reader is from a kingdom or land outside from Westeros (royalty not Dothraki) and to make alliances it’s decided that readers sister is gonna be betrothed to someone in the Targaryen family BUT reader is against making alliances with Westeros because of their culture and how women are inferior and after the feast jace shows her why Westeros and her land should make alliances if yk what I mean👀

It would be awesome if you could make this!!

Thanks bye bye!!

oooh love this idea! Hope you enjoy it <3

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when you come to westeros to arrange your sisters marriage in an alliance with westeros you find there customs to be anything but acceptable and start to question the need for an alliance, it takes jace to show you why an alliance is needed.

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CW: MDI 18+, smut, hate s*x, oral (m receiving), fingering, p in v, semi-public s*x, misogyny.

Jacaerys Veleryon x fem!reader

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Once queen Rhaenyra Targaryen took the iron throne she looked to Essos for alliances, particularly the free city of Bravvos. Your family was one of the most powerful of the sea lords, with deep connections and influence in the iron bank, and with Westeros in deep need of money following the war, it made your older sister the perfect candidate for said alliance.

She content with the match, the idea of one day being queen seeming to be very appealing, even if it was of Westros.

You however were anything but happy about it. You knew all about Westros, especially there views on woman, the purity culture, the fact that a husband by law could strike his wife seven times, one for each of their gods.

You had argued against the match, seeing little benefits for your family or Bravvos in the union, but your parents were insistent on it, deeming there to be more rewards than I could understand.

They had sent you alongside your sister to Westros despite this.

And though the climate was so different from what you and your sister were used too, Westros was beautiful. The red keep, though nothing compared to the architecture of Bravvos, was a sight to behold.

If only you could say the same about the company with in it.

The prince Jacaerys had not once left you alone, seeing to prefer you over your sister. Not that you could see why, not once had you expressed joy over the union, and in fact had very publicly declared your distaste of it. But Jacaerys seemed persistent to irritate you with his constant presence.

He had practically ignored your sister, not that she cared much, in fact she spent most her time with the princess Heleana, finding more in common with her than the few conversations Jacaerys had spaired her. She also had taken a full backseat in the betrothal, not caring to attend the meetings to discuss said marriage and the alliance it would hold, leaving it all too you. Meaning more time spent with Jacaerys, in a room full of men, despite their being a queen.

You scoffed as one of the lords mentioned a marriage between you and another lord of Westros, your were sure he was talking about himself, as he started to ramble on about the rock he called a castle, not that you were really listening, to focused on how Jacaerys had yet to take his eyes off you.

“I do not think a marriage between both sisters is beneficial for Bravvos” you interrupted, “in fact this marriage alliance is hardly giving us anything beneficial in the first place” you sneered.

“How so, my lady?” Jacaerys asked, as an amused look filled his face. “Though you are giving us a loan, that I shall admit will benefit us greatly, we are giving your family a daughter who shall one day be queen, and her sons shall be kings.” You had noticed how he never once referred to your sister when he talked about said marriage alliance, always using a general term, being unspecific in who exactly he was talking about. “Not only that but we have offered our dragon riders to support Bravvos in any militarily matters until the foreseeable future”

You shook your head, “so a queen and dragons is what we get, whilst you get one of the largest loans we have offered, with minimal interest. We are saving you and your kingdom from bankruptcy, and yet my sister shall be queen of a kingdom that can’t even respect her!” She shook her head in anger, “the sea lords however seem insistent upon it, so I believe discussions on the matter are at an end, the marriage will take place in a week and I see no reason for me to continue to attend these meeting” you said as you stood to stand, Jacaerys joined you.

“I’ll walk with you”

“I can walk by myself” you whispered to yourself, and heard Jacaerys laugh as he walked with you.

“Why are you so against the marriage?” He asked, as he walked with you to your chambers.

“Because I do not desire for my sister to be thrusted into a country where the customs are so… so anti-woman” you spoke, trying to remain calm.

He hummed “my mother is queen and she is a woman, that does not seem anti-woman to me”

“Was there not a war against her being queen?”

He laughed “there was, but we won, and all is now well”

“Really?” It was your turn to laugh “then explain to me why the order of westros is so heavily favoured towards men?”

“It takes a while to change peoples thinking, my mother has been queen for only a few years, and whilst things are changing, I shall admit it Is happening slowly”

You scoffed, as you reached the threshold of your chambers, “I shall see you at dinner” you dismissed done with the conversation. It was the same one you always seemed to have.

That night at dinner, your sister once again did not sit with her betrothed, favouring sitting with Heleana once more, granting Jacaerys the opportunity to once again sit next to you. An event that seemed to happen every night.

You tried to ignore him, but he seemed insistent upon talking to you, “how is it you like your tea my lady?” Your not quite sure how you got onto the topic of tea, perhaps it was because he noticed tea was your go to drink.

“Oh um, well I mostly take it with honey, but depending on my mood I have been know to mix lavender or peppermint into it.” You said casually, “do you like tea?” You found yourself asking.

“I normally have it in the morning, but I tend not to add anything to it other than sugar” he said, happy to have an actual conversation with you, “what about wine?”

“Wine? I drink it on occasion, such as tonight.” You said as you as flagged down a servant to pour you some, you rarely drank, especially here, with there watered down wine.

“Interesting, I too rarely drink” he said, nodding his head “and what about-“

“If your going to ask me another question about what drink I like I will slam your head against the table” you snickered, as he laughed at your tone.

“I apologise” he continued to laugh “perhaps you could tell me about your interest’s mayhaps?”

You shook your head “and why should I do that?”

“Because I wish to know you, other than how you take your tea and that you are incredibly headstrong-”

You scoffed “headstrong? I simple wish for woman to at least be treated the same way men are, and yet the whole of westros is so against it that I am the one causing an issue!” You whispered angrily to him, trying not to start a scene.

“And you are wrong, woman may not be treated the same as in Bravvos but we are making attempts to change it, trust me I am as against it as you are!” He whispered back.

You scoffed “oh please.” You said as stood to stand, declaring you wished to retire early.

Your practically stormed out of the room, nearly running down the hallway. You stopped in an alcove to catch your breath, and recover and wonder why so little words had made you so angry.

Then you heard footsteps, his footsteps.

“My lady, I am sorry to offend you.” He started “I know there are a great many differences between our to lands and I am sorry, I am striving to do everything I can to change this, but our lands need this alliance”

“And why is that?”

“Because I-“ stopped himself before looking at you, and suddenly, he kissed you, it was soft and passionate, full of the emotions you had long craved to believe where hate, but as you kissed him back, though some hate was there, it clicked, you liked him, and were jealous of your sister. You pushed away from him, your hands on his shoulders, your back pushed against the wall, breath heavy.

“I need you” he finally finished, his head leaning against yours.

“Your betrothed to my sister” you argued.

“The alliance does not state her name, I could marry either of you” he said, his mouth coming down to yours again “and your sister seems more occupied with others than me, I doubt she’ll mind”

It was true, and so you kissed him back, not caring to think much about what he was implying.

His hands descended to your waist pulling you closer to him.

Your kisses grew more heated, your bodies slowly grinding against eachother the as you kissed. His mouth descended to your neck, leaving soft marks as he descended lower, before finally coming down to were your bodice starts, his hands had moved up your back, toying with the strings of your corset.

“Please.” You begged.

His hands started to undo the ties of your corset, your bodice slowly loosened, allowing him to pull it down and take your breast into his mouth.

He licked and sucked at your breasts as you let out low moans, careful as to not alert passers by of your presence.

His hand moved lower, coming up under your dress, caressing your wet cunt. You shuddered as his finger descended to your hole, your mouth moving to his once again as you urged him on.

Pumping his fingers in and out of you, you continued to kiss him to cover up your moans, as you felt your cunt start to tighten around his fingers, your peak edging closer and closer, but just as you where about to cum, he withdrew his fingers causing a moan of protest to leave you.

He laughed, “if I am going to truly show you why we need this alliance, then the only way your going to be cumming, is around my cock.”

You moaned as he said that, kissing him once again as your hands went to untie his breeches.

Freeing his cock, you slowly started to stop kissing him, before sending him a smirk and going down on to your knees, and taking him into your mouth.

He moaned as you did, his hands coming to hold your head, as you started to pump in his cock in and out of your mouth, his hips shattering as you tongue wrapped around his tip.

“Gods!” He moaned, a little too loudly, as he started to thrust his cock in and out of your mouth, before swiftly withdrawing himself from, you stood up, laughing softly at the flushed look on his face.

He kissed your mouth softly, before picking you up, your legs wrapping around his waist, your dress bunching around your own, and his cock swiftly entered you.

You both moaned, as your walls wrapped around his length tightly. He moved after a moment, starting to pump his hips slowly into you.

“Faster.” You demanded, and he happily complied.

Pounding into you, you both moaning as his pace picked up.

He kissed your neck softly, hiding his moans in your shoulder, as you bit your hand trying to cover up your own.

You peak getting closer and closer.

You could feel his coming too, your cunt wrapping around his throbbing cock, as you both let out a moan.

“Where?” He asked, his peak getting closer and closer.

“Inside” you groaned, egar to cum.

As he continued to pump into you, he felt your walls tighten even more, and a high pitched moan leave your mouth as you finally came, and he was quick to follow.

“Jacaerys” you said, as he pulled out of you, his head resting on your shoulder.

“Jace. Please call me Jace”

“Jace” you corrected “what-“ you were cut off at the sight of Queen Rhaenyra and her husband Daemon, appearing in the entryway of the alcove.

Daemon laughed as he saw the two of you, what you had done seemingly obvious.

Rhaenyra shook her head, going to speak, before being cut off by your sister appearing.

She laughed herself, mainly at the shocked look on both your and Jace’s face. “Well, good thing I didn’t want to marry him anyway” she said, unconcerned with what she walked in on.

A week later you married Jace instead of your sister. And Rhaenyra had made you her key advisor on the matters you so strongly spoke about, as was agreed upon in the new terms of your alliance.

And though you hated most customs in westros you found instead of hating the company as you once did, you now rather enjoyed it, even falling in love with one of them in particular.

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One Mistake - Aemond Targaryen x Sister!Reader x Jace Velaryon.

Summary : You, the daughter of Alicent Hightower, once married to Aemond Targaryen, find yourself in a marriage born out of duty rather than love. The relationship with Aemond has always been a battleground of lies and heartache, and the arrival of a child born from his affair with Alys Rivers only deepens the chasm between you both.Heartbroken, betrayed, and feeling utterly alone, you escape the suffocating walls of King’s Landing, seeking solace in Dragonstone with your half-sister, Rhaenyra. In this new chapter of your life, you begin to heal, finding peace in the company of those who truly care for you. Among them is Jace, the son of Rhaenyra, whose quiet affection and steady presence begins to rekindle the spark of hope in your heart.

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The tension in the air was thick, and your grip on the dagger tightened with every passing second. Aemond stood before you, unnervingly calm, his cold, piercing gaze meeting yours without a hint of fear. His posture remained relaxed, almost as if the weapon at his throat didn’t even faze him. But you couldn’t hold back the wave of fury that surged through you.

“Aemond,” you hissed, your voice laced with venom, “you’ve crossed a line this time.”

Aemond’s gaze shifted, his lips twitching with an almost imperceptible smile. “You always knew who I was, my love,” he replied, his tone ice-cold. “Did you really expect me to be loyal to you when the world has so much more to offer?”

Behind you, you could hear your mother, Alicent, and your sister, Helaena, desperately trying to intervene, pleading for you to put down the dagger. Their words were mere background noise to the storm inside your chest. The rage that had been quietly simmering for so long had finally boiled over.

You had tolerated his affairs, his coldness, his absence, but this… This was unforgivable. Alys River, the woman from Harrenhal, had come to your doorstep, a newborn in her arms, declaring that Aemond was the father. The mere thought of him being involved with someone else, and now with a child, was enough to break you.

“Is this your child, Aemond?” you spat, the words dripping with anger. “Are you really that heartless? Alys River, that harlot… You never cared about what you did to me, did you?”

Aemond’s eyes flickered, a trace of something—guilt, regret—flickering in them for a moment before he schooled his features back into their usual icy mask.

“I never wanted this, you know,” you said, voice shaking with a mixture of hurt and fury. “I’ve tried, Aemond. I’ve tried to make it work. But you… you’ve made a mockery of everything.”

Your breath was ragged, and the dagger trembled slightly in your hand, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to step back.

Aemond finally spoke, his voice as cold and detached as ever. “Put the dagger down, sister,” he said, his tone almost bored. “You’re not going to do anything.”

But you were done listening to his calm and calculating words. The betrayal had cut too deep, and the anger was too overwhelming. You didn’t care if he thought you were weak or if you would never see him the same way again. You couldn’t forgive him for this.

In a brief moment of clarity, you heard your mother’s voice, soft yet urgent, trying to calm you down. “Please, my child, think about what you’re doing.”

But the damage was already done. There was no coming back from this.

With trembling hands, you dropped the dagger, the metallic clang echoing through the room as it hit the floor. You stepped back from Aemond, his gaze unwavering, his silence deafening. The image of Alys Rivers holding a silver-haired baby replayed in your mind, each recollection stabbing your heart anew. Despair consumed you, the weight of your shattered marriage pressing down on you like a crushing wave.

Without a word, you turned and fled the room, the voices of your mother and sister calling after you lost in the whirlwind of your emotions. Tears streamed down your face as you ran through the halls of the Red Keep, seeking solace, but finding none. The pain was overwhelming, the betrayal unbearable. After what felt like an eternity, your feet led you to the door of your old chamber, the sanctuary you once called home before your marriage to Aemond.

You pushed the door open, only to find Alys Rivers inside, cradling the infant in her arms. Her presence in what was once your refuge felt like a dagger twisting in your heart. She looked up, her expression calm, almost smug.

“Aemond asked me to stay here,” she said, her voice soft, yet cutting. “He wanted me to be comfortable.”

The finality of her words shattered whatever remnants of hope you clung to. Rage and grief intertwined, fueling your steps as you slammed the door shut and stormed back to your marital chambers. The hallways blurred in your vision, your emotions a chaotic storm.

Once inside your chamber, you shut the door and locked it, leaning against the cold wood as your breath came in ragged gasps. The room, once a symbol of your union with Aemond, now felt suffocating.

A soft knock on the door pulled you from your thoughts, followed by Aemond’s voice, calm and composed.

“Let me in,” he said.

You clenched your fists, your nails digging into your palms. “Why should I?” your voice broke, laced with anger and sorrow. “You’ve made it clear where your loyalties lie.”

There was a pause, then his voice came again, quieter this time. “You are my wife. This is your home.”

You let out a bitter laugh. “A wife you’ve betrayed, a home you’ve filled with deceit. How can you stand there and speak of loyalty?”

Aemond’s silence spoke louder than any words. You turned away from the door, wrapping your arms around yourself, seeking comfort in the emptiness of the room. The weight of his betrayal pressed on you, each moment more unbearable than the last.

You isolated yourself for days, the world outside your chamber fading into a blur. The persistent knocks at your door, the gentle pleas of your mother, the worried whispers of your sister—they all went unanswered. You sat by the window, gazing down at the sharp iron spikes below, their menacing points gleaming in the pale light. The thought crossed your mind, a fleeting, desperate idea, but you dismissed it just as quickly. You were heartbroken, but not mad.

The whispers reached you even in the silence of your solitude, the rumors carried on the wind like a cruel taunt. They spoke of Aemond visiting Alys Rivers’ chambers, cradling his illegitimate son with pride. Each word felt like a dagger twisting in your chest, a fresh wound on top of the ones that already bled.

You thought of the promises Aemond had made to you, the soft words of love whispered in the dark, the vows of loyalty and devotion. They felt like hollow echoes now, every one of them a lie. How easily had he cast aside those vows? How quickly had he turned to another, to Alys, and their child?

Your hand drifted to the windowsill, fingers tracing the cold stone as your mind spiraled deeper into despair. The betrayal consumed you, leaving little room for anything else. The image of Aemond, once a source of comfort and strength, now filled you with anguish. His eyes, once filled with affection, were now a haunting memory of deceit.

Each day felt longer than the last, the weight of his infidelity pressing down on you, suffocating and relentless. You thought of your love, the life you had envisioned together, now reduced to ashes. The future you had once dreamed of seemed distant, almost unreachable, as if it had belonged to another lifetime entirely.

You pulled the thin blanket around you tighter, as if it could shield you from the pain. But nothing could shield you from the truth. The man you loved had betrayed you, and no amount of time could change that.

The searing pain in your abdomen jolted you awake, sharp and relentless, unlike anything you had ever felt before. Instinctively, your hand flew to your stomach, clutching at the source of the agony. Each wave of pain grew stronger, rippling through your body and leaving you breathless. Desperation drove you to rise from your bed, to make your way to the door and seek help, but your legs gave out beneath you. You crumpled to the floor, the cold stone pressing against your skin as you gasped for air.

It was then you noticed the blood pooling between your legs, staining your nightgown and the floor beneath you. Panic surged through you, your breaths coming in short, ragged gasps as tears welled up in your eyes. You tried to call out, your voice weak and trembling, barely louder than a whisper. “Help,” you managed, your voice cracking under the weight of fear and pain.

Outside your chamber, your mother’s voice called to you, her tone laced with concern. She had come again, hoping to coax you out of your self-imposed isolation. But this time, as she turned the handle, she found the door unlocked. Pushing it open, she was greeted by a scene that made her blood run cold.

“Aemond!” she cried, her voice echoing through the halls as she rushed to your side. Her hands trembled as she tried to steady you, her heart pounding in her chest. “Someone, help!” she shouted, her voice breaking with desperation.

Aemond arrived moments later, his eyes widening in horror at the sight of you sprawled on the floor, pale and drenched in blood. His feet seemed rooted to the spot, unable to move as he watched you in your fragile state. The guilt in his eyes was unmistakable, but he didn’t dare approach.

The maester arrived swiftly, his presence a blur as he stand beside your bed and assessed the situation. His face was grim as he delivered the devastating news. “She has lost the child,” he said softly, the weight of his words hanging heavily in the air. “The stress and lack of nourishment have taken their toll.”

The words hit you like a physical blow, knocking the breath from your lungs. You hadn’t even known you were carrying a child, and now that life was gone, ripped away before you could even comprehend its existence. The sobs wracked your body, uncontrollable and raw, as the reality of your loss settled over you.

Your mother gathered you in her arms, her own tears falling silently as she held you close, offering what little comfort she could. You clung to her, your cries muffled against her shoulder, the pain too immense to bear alone.

Aemond remained on the periphery, his face etched with anguish. He reached out, but then drew back, the weight of his actions pressing down on him. He had betrayed you, and now, in your moment of greatest need, he was powerless to ease your suffering.

In your mother’s embrace, you felt a small measure of solace, but the ache in your heart was far from healed. You had lost your child, and with it, a piece of yourself. The pain would linger, a constant reminder of the love and life that had been taken from you too soon.

The days passed in a blur of pain and sorrow. You remained confined to your chambers, your heart weighed down by the unbearable grief of losing your child. The world outside your room seemed distant, muffled by the heavy fog of your sadness. Your mother, Alicent, and your sister, Helaena, visited frequently, bringing food and comfort. They tried to coax you into eating, but you could only lie listlessly as they fed you, your appetite lost in the depths of your despair.

Aemond had not come to see you since that fateful night. His absence was a bitter reminder of the distance that had grown between you. You had heard the whispers, the murmurs that he spent his nights with Alys Rivers and their illegitimate child. Each rumor cut deeper than the last, fueling your anger and deepening your sorrow. The betrayal burned in your chest, an open wound that refused to heal.

But today was different. As you lay in your bed, the door to your chamber creaked open. Expecting your mother or sister, you turned your head, only to find Aemond standing in the doorway. His expression was cold, his gaze hard as he stared at you.

“I lost my child because of you,” he said, his voice devoid of any warmth or understanding. The accusation hung in the air, heavy and cruel.

You felt your heart shatter anew, his words slicing through the fragile threads that held you together. “How dare you,” you whispered, your voice trembling with rage and sorrow. “How dare you blame me for this.”

The pain and fury erupted from you in a torrent. You screamed at him, your voice raw with anguish. “It was you! It was your betrayal that brought me here! Your lies, your infidelity! You destroyed everything, not me!”

Aemond stood there, silent and unmoved, as you poured your heart out, blaming him for your suffering, for the loss of your child, for the broken pieces of your marriage. The tears streamed down your face, your body shaking with the force of your sobs.

Finally, exhausted and broken, you collapsed back onto the bed, your cries filling the room. The pain was too much to bear, the weight of your grief pressing down on you, suffocating and unrelenting.

A soft voice broke through the haze of your sorrow. Your mother, Alicent, stood at the doorway, her expression a mix of concern and confusion. “Why are you not resting?” she asked gently. “Why are you shouting at Aemond?”

Her presence only seemed to heighten your despair. “Because he blames me, Mother,” you choked out, your voice thick with tears. “He blames me for losing our child, for everything that has gone wrong. But it’s not my fault. It’s not my fault.”

Alicent hurried to your side, her arms wrapping around you in a comforting embrace. She stroked your hair, murmuring soothing words as you sobbed into her shoulder. Aemond remained by the door, his face unreadable, but he did not approach. The distance between you was more than physical now; it was a chasm filled with unspoken words, broken promises, and irreparable pain.

As your mother held you, your tears finally began to subside, leaving behind a hollow ache in your chest. The pain would not disappear, but for now, you found solace in the comfort of your mother’s arms, even as your heart ached with the loss and betrayal that Aemond had left in his wake.

The pain of Aemond’s betrayal was no longer something you could endure. His indifference, the whispers of his continued affair with Alys Rivers and the child that belonged to her, cut deeper each day. You couldn’t bear to stay in the Red Keep any longer, not with the constant reminder of what you had lost. Tonight, you made a decision: you would leave. You would find peace away from the walls of King’s Landing, away from Aemond and the deceit.

The cold night air filled your lungs as you quietly made your way through the corridors of the Red Keep, your heart pounding with the weight of your decision. You couldn’t stay here. You couldn’t bear another day in that house of betrayal and lies. You had to go, and Dragonstone would be your refuge, the one place where you could find solace in the company of your sister, Rhaenyra, and her family.

With a heavy heart, you made your way to the stables. The quiet rustle of the night was the only sound that accompanied your footsteps. The guards, bribed and loyal, had cleared the way for you, their eyes flicking nervously around as they ensured no one would stop you. You quickly saddled your horse, the familiar motions of preparing your steed offering a brief distraction from the turmoil inside you.

Once mounted, you headed for the Dragonpit, the shadows of the night enveloping you as you approached the towering structure. There, waiting for you, was Sharapis, your dragon. His massive form loomed in the shadows, his eyes gleaming as you approached. You had always felt a connection to him, a bond forged from years of companionship and shared journeys.

“Sharapis,” you whispered softly as you mounted his back, the dragon’s scales glimmering in the moonlight. His wings stretched out as if eager to fly, and with a single command, you took off into the night sky, soaring toward Dragonstone.

The flight was exhilarating, the wind rushing through your hair as you felt the freedom that had long been denied you. But beneath it all was the ache of betrayal, the loss of a child you had never even known, and the quiet despair that had taken root in your soul. The journey felt both endless and too short, your thoughts lost in the vastness of the night.

As you descended toward Dragonstone, you could see the familiar silhouette of the castle looming in the distance. Your heart fluttered with a mix of relief and uncertainty. You had made the decision to leave everything behind, but now that you were here, would it be enough to heal the wounds Aemond had inflicted?

When Sharapis landed, you dismounted and quickly made your way into the castle. The cold stone floors echoed beneath your feet as you walked toward the heart of Dragonstone. The guards at the entrance saw you and immediately went to alert Rhaenyra and Daemon. The sounds of hurried footsteps soon followed as your half-sister and her husband arrived, her face filled with surprise and concern.

“Why have you come here?” Rhaenyra asked, her voice soft yet filled with urgency. She could see the state you were in, the exhaustion and pain written across your features. “What has happened?”

You took a deep breath, your eyes meeting hers. “I couldn’t stay there anymore,” you confessed, your voice breaking slightly. “Aemond… He’s with her again, and I can’t bear it. I lost our child, Rhaenyra, and I can’t stay in the place that reminds me of all the lies and betrayal. I need to get away, to heal, and I couldn’t stay in King’s Landing a moment longer.”

Rhaenyra stepped closer, her hands reaching for yours. “You are always welcome here,” she said with conviction. “You don’t have to face this alone. Whatever happened, whatever you need, we will help you through it.”

The warmth of her support was a balm to your broken heart. You felt the weight of the world slowly begin to lift as she surrounded you with love and understanding. She hadn’t asked for details, and she didn’t need to. You could see in her eyes that they understood.

Tears welled up in your eyes, and you couldn’t hold them back any longer. The weight of the journey, the betrayal, the grief of losing your child, and the decision to leave it all behind finally caught up with you. In the safety of Dragonstone, you allowed yourself to break down, to grieve openly, knowing that here, at least, you would not be alone.

Rhaenyra held you tightly, offering you the comfort you so desperately needed, while Daemon stood a few steps behind, his gaze never leaving you.

“You will find peace again,” Rhaenyra whispered. “Here, with us, you are safe.”

As the morning sun cast its golden light over the Red Keep, your mother, Alicent, made her way to your chamber with a calm determination. She had come to check on you, as she did every morning, hoping that today might bring a glimmer of progress in your healing. However, as she gently pushed open the door, she was met with an empty room. Her heart skipped a beat, a sense of unease creeping in as she took in the sight of your untouched bed and the quiet stillness of the space.

Her eyes quickly fell upon a piece of parchment resting on the pillow. With trembling hands, she picked it up, unfolding it carefully. The words written in your familiar hand made her breath catch in her throat.

“Mother, do not worry about me, and do not try to find me. I have gone where I can heal and find peace. Please, annulled the arrangement of my marriage with Aemond. It is over. There is nothing left for me here.”

Alicent’s fingers tightened around the letter as a surge of emotions washed over her—relief that you were safe enough to leave a note, sadness at your departure, and a rising fury toward the one who had driven you to such despair.

Clutching the letter tightly, Alicent turned on her heel, her face set in a mask of anger. She knew exactly where to find Aemond. Her footsteps echoed loudly in the hallways as she marched toward your old chamber, the one where she knew Aemond was staying with Alys and their illegitimate child. Each step fueled her anger, her mind racing with thoughts of how Aemond had betrayed not only you but also the family’s honor.

When she reached the door, she didn’t bother to knock. Instead, she pushed it open with force, her eyes blazing as she entered. Inside, she found Aemond standing near the window, Alys seated with the infant in her arms. The air in the room grew tense as they turned to face her, Alys’s expression a mixture of surprise and smug satisfaction.

Aemond’s usual calm demeanor faltered as he saw the letter in Alicent’s hand and the fire in her eyes. “Mother,” he began, but Alicent cut him off, her voice cold and sharp.

“Do not ‘Mother’ me,” she snapped, holding up the letter. “Explain this. Explain why my daughter, your wife, felt the need to flee from her home in the dead of night because of your actions.”

Aemond’s jaw tightened, but he said nothing, his gaze flickering briefly to Alys, who remained silent, cradling her child.

“You have disgraced our family,” Alicent continued, her voice trembling with controlled rage. “You have broken her heart, her spirit. And now, you will face the consequences. I will see to it that this marriage is annulled. She deserves better than this, better than you.”

Aemond’s lips pressed into a thin line, but he did not argue. The weight of his actions hung heavily in the room, and even Alys seemed uncomfortable under Alicent’s furious gaze.

“I will not allow this to continue,” Alicent declared. “You will leave her be. You will not pursue her, and you will not bring further shame upon this family.”

With that, Alicent turned on her heel, her grip on the letter unrelenting as she strode out of the room. Her heart ached for you, for the pain you had endured, but she was resolute. She would do everything in her power to protect you and to ensure that you found the peace you deserved.

Almost two years had passed since you left the Red Keep behind, finding solace and a new beginning in Dragonstone. The pain and betrayal you once felt had slowly been replaced by the warmth of your family, especially Rhaenyra and her children. Your days were now filled with laughter and peace, and the exchange of letters with your mother had become a comforting routine. She had informed you that the annulment of your marriage to Aemond had been finalized, a message that brought a profound sense of relief. You were free, truly free, from the chains of a past that had once broken you.

Life in Dragonstone had become your sanctuary. The walls, the sea, and the skies felt like home, a place where you could breathe and live without the shadows of your past looming over you. In this haven, you had grown close to Jace. His kindness, his understanding, and his gentle presence had slowly woven their way into your heart. He had been a constant source of support, offering you companionship and care as you healed from the wounds Aemond had left behind.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue over the castle, Jace asked you to walk with him along the cliffs. The salty breeze played with your hair as you strolled side by side, the silence between you comfortable and familiar. Jace had always been thoughtful, but tonight there was a certain tension in the air, a nervous energy you hadn’t felt from him before.

He paused near the edge of the cliff, the crashing waves below providing a soothing backdrop to the moment. Turning to face you, he took a deep breath, his eyes searching yours with a mix of hope and vulnerability.

“I’ve been thinking about this for a long time,” he began, his voice steady but laced with emotion. “You’ve been through so much, and yet, here you are, strong and resilient. Being with you these past two years has been the happiest time of my life.”

Your heart began to race, a mixture of anticipation and surprise swirling within you.

“I know you might think it’s too soon, or that you’re not ready, but I need you to know how I feel,” he continued, reaching for your hands and holding them gently. “I love you, and I want to spend my life with you. Will you marry me?”

His words hung in the air, filled with sincerity and love. You could see the earnestness in his eyes, the way he waited anxiously for your response, hoping you felt the same.

For a moment, memories of the past flickered in your mind, but they were quickly overshadowed by the warmth of the present, the life you had built here, the love that had grown between you and Jace. He had been patient, never rushing you, always understanding.

A soft smile spread across your face as you squeezed his hands. “Yes, Jace,” you whispered, tears of joy welling in your eyes. “I’ll marry you.”

His face lit up with relief and happiness, and before you knew it, he had pulled you into a tight embrace, holding you as if you were the most precious thing in the world. In his arms, you felt safe, loved, and ready to begin this new chapter of your life, a chapter filled with love, hope, and the promise of a future together.

As you and Jace walked hand in hand back into the castle, your hearts were light with joy and anticipation. The corridors of Dragonstone felt warmer tonight, the stone walls echoing with the soft whispers of your shared future. When you reached the great hall, Rhaenyra and Daemon were seated by the hearth, engaged in a quiet conversation. Their attention shifted as you both entered, Jace leading you forward.

Jace’s hand squeezed yours gently as he addressed his mother. “Mother, we have something to share,” he began, his voice filled with excitement. “We’ve decided to marry. She has agreed to be my wife.”

Rhaenyra’s eyes lit up with happiness, a broad smile spreading across her face. She stood and stepped forward, taking both your hands in hers. “This is wonderful news,” she said, her voice warm with genuine joy. “I am so happy for both of you.”

Her embrace was tight and filled with love, as if welcoming you fully into her family. It was a moment of acceptance and celebration, her blessing clear and heartfelt.

However, as your eyes shifted to Daemon, his expression was more reserved. His jaw tightened slightly, and though he didn’t speak immediately, you could sense the conflict within him. The legacy of your mother, Alicent, and the tensions that had long simmered between their families were not easily forgotten. Yet, he held his tongue, his gaze meeting yours with a guarded intensity.

“Congratulations,” Daemon finally said, his tone measured, but his words carrying a hint of reluctance. He rose to his feet, standing beside Rhaenyra. “I trust you will make each other happy.”

Though his words were polite, there was an underlying tension. He didn’t openly oppose the union, but it was clear he harbored reservations, likely due to the history that bound your families in strife.

Jace, sensing the unease, stepped closer to you, his arm wrapping protectively around your waist. “We understand this isn’t easy,” he said, addressing Daemon directly. “But we love each other, and we want to build a future together. That’s all that matters.”

Daemon’s eyes flicked to Jace, then back to you. After a long moment, he gave a slight nod, perhaps acknowledging the sincerity in Jace’s words, or perhaps choosing to set aside his reservations for the sake of peace.

Rhaenyra, ever the peacemaker, placed a hand on Daemon’s arm, a silent plea for understanding. “What matters is that they’ve found happiness in each other,” she said softly. “Let’s celebrate that.”

Daemon exhaled, the tension in his shoulders easing ever so slightly. “Very well,” he conceded, though his tone was still tinged with reluctance. “Let it be a union of love.”

Relieved, you smiled, feeling Jace’s reassuring presence beside you. Rhaenyra’s enthusiasm and Daemon’s begrudging acceptance were enough to make this moment a hopeful beginning. The path forward wouldn’t be without challenges, but together, you knew you could face whatever came your way.

The day of your wedding dawned quietly, the morning mist wrapping Dragonstone in a serene embrace. Unlike the grand, ostentatious ceremonies you had once known, this day was intimate, marked by simplicity and the presence of only those closest to your heart. The small gathering was a reflection of the love you shared with Jace, a quiet yet profound celebration of a new beginning.

As you prepared in your chambers, Rhaenyra stood by your side, her presence a comforting anchor in the swirl of your emotions. She watched as you adjusted the delicate fabric of your gown, a soft smile playing on her lips. “You’ve been through so much,” she said, her voice gentle yet firm. “But today is about you—your happiness, your future. You deserve this joy, and I’m so proud of you.”

Her words were a balm to your nerves, and you felt a wave of gratitude for her unwavering support. She had been more than a half-sister; she had become a true sister, a confidante in your darkest hours. Her hand found yours, squeezing it reassuringly. “This is your moment,” she whispered. “Take it, and let yourself be happy.”

When the time came, you walked towards the small altar where Jace awaited, his eyes fixed on you with a mixture of love and awe. His presence was calming, his steady gaze promising a life of mutual respect and affection. The warmth of his smile as you reached his side steadied your racing heart, and the nervous flutter in your stomach eased as he took your hands in his.

The ceremony was brief, the words spoken simple yet heartfelt. Rhaenyra and Daemon stood beside you, their presence a testament to the new family you were building. Alicent’s absence was felt, but her blessings had been given through her letters, and you carried her love in your heart.

As the vows were exchanged, you felt a profound sense of peace wash over you. This was not a union born of duty or political gain, but one of genuine affection and shared dreams. Jace’s hand in yours was a promise, a symbol of the partnership you were forging together.

When the ceremony concluded, and you were declared husband and wife, the small gathering erupted in soft applause. Jace leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that sealed your new bond, a gentle reminder of the love that had brought you to this moment.

Later, as the day faded into night and the candles in the great hall flickered softly, you found yourself beside Jace, the simplicity of the day leaving you content. The weight of the past began to lift, replaced by the promise of a future filled with hope and love.

Rhaenyra’s words echoed in your mind, a reminder that you had earned this happiness. And as Jace’s arm wrapped around your waist, drawing you closer, you knew that this was the beginning of a new chapter—one where you could finally find the peace and joy you had longed for.

Time seemed to slip through your fingers like grains of sand, each day blending seamlessly into the next. It felt as though only yesterday you and Jace stood before the small gathering, exchanging vows. Yet, here you were, sitting in the sun-dappled garden with Rhaenyra, her laughter mingling with the soft coos of little Aegon in her arms. The gentle breeze carried the scent of blooming flowers, and you rested a hand on your growing belly, feeling the life stirring within.

Rhaenyra’s teasing smile was as radiant as ever, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “You know,” she began, a playful lilt in her voice, “Daemon and I couldn’t sleep for weeks after your wedding. The walls here are not as thick as you might think.” Her laughter was infectious, and you felt your cheeks flush with warmth as you looked away, embarrassed yet unable to suppress a giggle.

“Rhaenyra!” you protested, your tone a mixture of shock and amusement. The memories of those early days—filled with love, passion, and whispered promises—were vivid in your mind. The bond between you and Jace had deepened quickly, the love you shared blooming into something even more profound.

“But look at the result,” Rhaenyra continued, her gaze dropping to your rounded belly. “It seems all that…enthusiasm bore fruit.” Her hand reached out, covering yours as it rested on your stomach. “You’re glowing, and soon you’ll have a little one of your own.”

The thought filled you with a mix of excitement and nervousness. The prospect of becoming a mother, of bringing a new life into the world, was both thrilling and daunting. But the support of Jace, Rhaenyra, and the family you had found in Dragonstone gave you strength.

Rhaenyra’s voice softened, the teasing edge replaced with genuine warmth. “You’ll be an amazing mother,” she said. “This child will be so loved, surrounded by a family that cherishes them.”

You nodded, a small smile playing on your lips as you felt a kick from within, a gentle reminder of the life growing inside you. The future was filled with promise, and as you sat there, surrounded by love and laughter, you felt a profound sense of peace.

“Thank you, Rhaenyra,” you whispered, your voice filled with gratitude. “For everything.”

Rhaenyra squeezed your hand, her expression one of sisterly affection. “We’re family,” she replied. “And we take care of our own.”

As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the garden, you leaned back in your chair, contentment washing over you. The journey had been long and fraught with challenges, but now, with a new life growing within you and a family that stood by your side, you felt ready to embrace whatever the future held.

Jace had grown into a devoted and attentive husband, always watching over you with a protective fervor that bordered on overbearing. His love and concern were palpable, and while you appreciated his attentiveness, there were moments when you wished for a bit more freedom. Today was one such instance.

As you sat in the garden with Rhaenyra, basking in the afternoon sun, you heard Jace calling your name. His voice, laced with a mixture of worry and relief, reached you before he did. You turned to see him striding towards you, his brow furrowed, still slightly sweaty from his training session with Luke.

“Where have you been?” he asked, his tone gentle yet firm. “I looked for you in our chambers, but you weren’t there.”

You offered a reassuring smile, hoping to ease his concerns. “I was just spending some time with your mother in the garden. I didn’t want to disturb your training, and I felt like getting some fresh air.”

Jace knelt beside you, his hands gently cradling your face as he searched your eyes for any sign of discomfort or distress. “You should have told me,” he murmured. “I don’t like you wandering around alone, especially not now.”

His gaze flicked to your growing belly, a tender smile tugging at his lips. The worry in his eyes softened, replaced by the gentle adoration he always showed when thinking about the child you were carrying.

“I’m fine, Jace,” you reassured him, placing a hand over his. “Rhaenyra was with me the whole time.”

Rhaenyra chuckled softly from her seat, watching the exchange with amusement. “Jace, she’s perfectly safe here. You don’t need to hover over her every moment.”

“I can’t help it,” Jace admitted, his cheeks coloring slightly. “I just…I worry.”

You squeezed his hand, appreciating his concern but also wanting him to understand. “I know, and I love that you care so much. But I need you to trust that I’ll take care of myself too.”

He nodded, sighing softly as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll try. But I’ll always worry about you.”

Standing, Jace offered his hand to help you up, his protective nature not allowing him to let you rise on your own. “Come on, let’s get you inside. It’s getting cooler.”

With his arm around your waist, guiding you carefully back to the castle, you felt a sense of warmth and security. Jace’s love, though sometimes overwhelming, was steadfast and unwavering. It was a love you cherished, knowing that it came from a place of deep devotion and care.

As you entered your shared chamber, Jace guided you gently to the bed, urging you to sit and rest. He knelt before you, deftly removing your shoes, his fingers tenderly massaging your ankles. His touch was soothing, filled with care, as he leaned in to place a soft kiss on your growing belly. His hands caressed your abdomen, his lips following with a whisper meant for the baby you both eagerly awaited.

“You’ve been so good to your mother,” Jace murmured, his voice full of affection. “We can’t wait to meet you.”

You smiled down at him, your fingers threading through his hair as you basked in the warmth of the moment. The quiet intimacy was interrupted by the sound of the door opening, and a servant entered, carrying a sealed letter. The servant handed it to you with a respectful bow before retreating.

Curiosity piqued, you broke the seal, recognizing the familiar handwriting of your mother, Alicent. The contents of the letter were an invitation to return to King’s Landing for a grand celebration in honor of King Viserys’s birthday. Your heart skipped a beat as you read her request, knowing the importance of the occasion. It was not just a celebration for the realm’s ruler, but a family gathering—a chance to reconnect with your roots.

You looked up at Jace, who had been observing your reaction closely. “It’s from my mother,” you explained, handing him the letter. “She’s inviting us to King’s Landing for my father’s birthday celebration.”

Jace’s eyes scanned the letter, his brow furrowing slightly as he considered the implications. “Do you want to go?” he asked, his concern evident. “I know things are… complicated with your family.”

You sighed softly, placing a hand over his. “It’s complicated, yes. But it’s also important. Rhaenyra and Daemon will likely want to attend, and it’s a chance for me to see my family, despite everything. I think we should go.”

Jace nodded, his expression thoughtful. “If that’s what you want, we’ll go. But I’ll be by your side the whole time. I won’t let anything happen to you or our child.”

His protective nature reassured you, easing some of the anxiety that had begun to creep in. “Thank you, Jace. I feel better knowing you’ll be with me."

As the two of you sat together, contemplating the journey ahead, a sense of anticipation mingled with the lingering tension of old wounds. The road to King’s Landing would not just be a physical journey, but an emotional one as well—a step towards confronting the past and embracing whatever the future might hold for your family.

The towering spires of the Red Keep came into view, casting long shadows over the bustling port of King’s Landing. You stood at the edge of the ship’s deck, the sea breeze tugging at your gown as you gazed at the familiar yet distant city. Jace was at your side, his arm a comforting presence around your waist, his hand resting protectively over the swell of your belly. His touch was a constant reminder that, no matter what awaited you in the capital, you were not alone.

You turned your head slightly, catching sight of Rhaenyra and Daemon nearby. They, too, were watching the city approach, their expressions a mix of resolve and nostalgia. For them, like for you, this was more than just a visit—it was a return to a place filled with memories, both bitter and sweet.

Leaning into Jace’s shoulder, you allowed yourself a moment of quiet respite, closing your eyes as his arms encircled you. The journey had been taxing, especially given your current condition, and the looming prospect of facing your past weighed heavily on your mind. Yet, in Jace’s embrace, you found a sense of peace and strength, a reminder of the life you were building together, far removed from the shadows of King’s Landing.

Jace pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, his voice soft and reassuring. “We’ll get through this together,” he whispered. “No matter what happens, I’ll be here.”

You nodded, clutching his hand a little tighter. The city grew larger, its walls drawing closer as the ship made its final approach. The sight of it stirred a whirlwind of emotions within you—anticipation, dread, hope. As the Red Keep loomed ever nearer, you took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the days to come. You had left this place as a broken woman, but now you were returning stronger, with a family of your own to protect and cherish.

Whatever awaited you within those stone walls, you knew that with Jace by your side, you could face it.

As you stepped down carefully from the carriage, the bustling courtyard of the Red Keep greeted you with its usual cacophony. Servants scurried about, arms laden with decorations and provisions for the grand celebration planned for King Viserys’s birthday. The air buzzed with excitement, yet you felt a weariness settle over you, the long journey from Dragonstone taking its toll.

Jace was immediately at your side, his hand steadying you as he helped you out of the carriage. His eyes searched yours, concern etched across his face. “Are you all right?” he asked gently, his voice barely audible over the din around you.

You nodded, though exhaustion weighed heavily on your shoulders. “Just tired,” you admitted softly.

Rhaenyra and Daemon approached, their expressions a mix of anticipation and something else—perhaps trepidation—given the complex dynamics that awaited within the Keep. As they prepared to make their way toward the throne room to greet King Viserys, you turned to Rhaenyra with a small, apologetic smile.

“Would it be all right if we went straight to our chambers?” you asked. “I need to rest.”

Rhaenyra’s face softened with understanding, and she nodded. “Of course,” she said. “Take your time. We’ll see you at the feast later.”

Daemon gave a brief nod of agreement, his gaze lingering on you for a moment before he turned to follow his wife into the heart of the Keep.

With Jace’s arm firmly around your waist, you made your way through the familiar halls of the Red Keep. The grand corridors seemed both unchanged and yet different, imbued with memories that felt like they belonged to another life. As you walked, you couldn’t help but notice the way the servants’ eyes widened in shock at the sight of you. Whispers followed in your wake, their astonishment clear as they took in the sight of the daughter of Alicent Hightower, once married to Prince Aemond, now heavily pregnant and walking arm in arm with Prince Jacaerys Velaryon.

Jace’s grip on you tightened, a silent show of support against the unspoken judgments that hung in the air. He leaned in close, his voice a low murmur meant only for you. “Let them stare,” he said, a hint of defiance in his tone. “They don’t know your strength, or ours.”

You glanced up at him, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips despite your fatigue. His unwavering support was a balm to your frayed nerves, and you found comfort in the steady rhythm of his steps beside you.

As you finally reached the familiar doors of your chambers, Jace opened them for you, ushering you inside before closing the door firmly behind you. The quiet of the room was a welcome reprieve from the noise outside. He guided you to the bed, helping you sit before kneeling in front of you, his hands resting on your knees.

“You’ve been incredible through all of this,” he said, his eyes full of admiration. “Rest now. I’ll be right here if you need anything.”

You nodded, your heart swelling with gratitude and love. As you lay back against the pillows, Jace settled beside you, his presence a reassuring anchor in a world that still felt uncertain.

As you turned, the door to your chambers slowly creaked open, and there, standing in the doorway, was your mother, Alicent, her eyes filled with unshed tears. Beside her stood Heleana, your sister, who looked at you with a mixture of concern and love. They both stepped inside, and without a word, they enveloped you in a warm embrace.

The familiar scent of your mother’s perfume and the comforting presence of Heleana brought a sense of peace you hadn’t realized you longed for. You felt a lump form in your throat as your mother spoke, her voice thick with emotion.

“I’ve missed you so much,” she whispered, her hand gently brushing through your hair. Heleana joined in, wrapping her arms around you, her voice soft but filled with affection. “We’ve both missed you.”

Tears welled in your eyes, not just from the pain of the past but from the sudden realization that despite everything, they were here, with you now. You had built a new life, but the love of family—those who truly cared—was something that always remained.

Your mother, pulling back slightly, gazed at Jace, who had stood silently by your side, his protective arm still around you. She took a deep breath before speaking again, her voice steady but laden with regret. “I… I want to thank you, Jace,” she said, her words sincere. “For giving her what she truly deserves. For loving her the way she should have always been loved.”

She paused, her gaze shifting to the floor briefly before lifting it again to meet his eyes. “I’m sorry,” she continued, her voice now tinged with sorrow. “For everything. The way I treated you, and your family. You did not deserve that.”

Jace, ever the steady presence, simply nodded, his eyes softening as he met her gaze. “It’s in the past,” he replied gently. “We move forward now.”

A brief silence followed, the weight of the past few years hanging between them. But in this moment, there was understanding, a step toward healing. Your mother’s apology, though not easy for her to give, had an undeniable sincerity. You could see it in the way her hands trembled slightly as she clasped her own in front of her.

Heleana, who had been silently observing, finally spoke up, her voice gentle. “You deserve happiness, both of you,” she said, her eyes filled with warmth. “I’m happy for you. For the family you’ve created.”

Her words were like a balm to the wounds that had been left untreated for so long. And as the room settled into a peaceful silence, you felt an overwhelming sense of relief. It wasn’t just the apology or the reconciliation—it was the simple truth that, despite everything, you had a family that still cared for you, and that love was worth rebuilding.

Your mother’s gentle hand traced your growing belly, her touch warm and tender, as she smiled softly at you. “You look radiant,” she said, her voice full of affection, her eyes glimmering with love. She kissed your forehead, a motherly gesture that made your heart swell. “I’m so proud of you,” she added quietly, her voice filled with emotions she didn’t often let slip.

Rhaenyra, who had been moving around the room, paused to look at you. Her expression softened, a knowing smile curving on her lips. “You should rest,” she said, stepping forward to help with your things despite your protests. “Let us do this. You’re carrying the future, after all.”

You tried to decline, wanting to take care of things yourself, but Rhaenyra was insistent, and her tone was kind but firm. “It’s not about what you can do—it’s about what we can do for you now.” With that, she motioned to her attendants, who began to unpack your belongings and arrange them carefully.

Despite your desire to remain independent, there was something comforting in the care they showed you. Rhaenyra’s presence felt like a reminder of the family bonds you had begun to rebuild, and your mother’s soft touch was a reminder that, despite everything, love had endured.

You sighed, a sense of peace settling over you as you allowed them to help. It was clear that both your mother and Rhaenyra wanted to support you—especially now, during this delicate time. Their kindness, in its simplicity, was more than you had ever expected. It was healing in its own way, allowing you to finally feel at ease, even amidst all the changes in your life.

As the room began to take shape with the items that had been moved and arranged, Rhaenyra smiled at you. “You deserve this happiness. You deserve to rest, to be cared for.”

Your heart swelled with gratitude, and you reached out, squeezing Rhaenyra’s hand gently. “Thank you,” you said softly, knowing that no matter the journey you’d been on, this moment—this sense of family—was the true gift.

You let out a small, frustrated sigh as you looked at the dresses hanging before you. The reality of your growing belly settled in as you tried on one gown after another, only to find that none of them fit quite like they used to. Each attempt left you feeling more disheartened. The grand celebration tonight, your chance to present yourself to the court and your family, was approaching, but the idea of not having anything suitable to wear only made you feel more exposed.

You muttered under your breath, cursing softly at the fact that none of your formal gowns fit anymore. “Why did it have to be tonight?” you mumbled, feeling a growing sense of annoyance. The last thing you wanted was to feel like you were drawing attention to the changes in your body—something that had already been the source of too many complicated emotions.

As you stepped out of the gown you had just tried on, you caught a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror. For a moment, you stared at yourself, unsure of how to feel. The weight of everything—the pregnancy, the marriage, the responsibility—had taken its toll. And yet, beneath the surface, there was a flicker of excitement. Tonight was about celebrating, about reclaiming some sense of joy after everything you had been through.

You shook off your frustration and took a deep breath. You needed to find something, something that would make you feel confident. After all, this night was not just about appearances—it was about embracing who you had become, and all that you were carrying with you, literally and figuratively.

Just as you were about to give up, a familiar voice called out from the door.

“Need a little help?” Jace stood there, leaning against the frame of the door, his usual warmth and concern written on his face.

You smiled softly at him, despite the frustration bubbling inside. “I can’t find anything that fits for tonight,” you admitted, your voice tinged with exasperation.

You blinked in surprise as Jace gestured toward one of the servants. “Please bring the dress I’ve prepared for her,” he said with a smile, his voice carrying the tone of someone who knew exactly what was needed. You watched in confusion as the servant returned with a beautiful gown in her hands.

The gown was a striking combination of deep red and black, the colors of House Targaryen. It was unlike any of the dresses you had worn before—bold, yet elegant, fitting for the occasion. You could hardly believe it when Jace explained.

“I knew the formal gowns wouldn’t fit you anymore, so I had something made for you,” Jace said softly, walking over to you with a small smile on his lips. “I wanted you to feel like yourself tonight, regardless of… well, everything else.”

As the servant helped you into the gown, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of gratitude and warmth toward Jace. It was so thoughtful of him, and it showed how much he cared. The fabric fit comfortably, accentuating your form without being too tight, and the colors seemed to shimmer in the soft light of the room.

Jace stepped back, eyes scanning the gown with a proud glint in his eyes. “What do you think? Does it fit?”

You twirled around in the gown, the fabric flowing gracefully with each movement. It felt different from the gaudy or tight dresses you were used to—this one felt like it had been made just for you, a perfect blend of your strength, your heritage, and the love that surrounded you now.

“It’s perfect,” you said, smiling at him with genuine appreciation. “Thank you, Jace. This means more than you know.”

He grinned, the light in his eyes soft and affectionate. “Anything to make you feel special tonight,” he said. “And I think you already do.”

Your heart fluttered with a mix of emotions, but above all, you felt a deep sense of peace. With Jace by your side, you could face whatever the night held. And for the first time in a long while, you felt ready.

You stood before the mirror, gazing at your reflection, the elegant gown hugging your growing form. The deep red and black fabric seemed to hold your essence, a blend of strength and grace. Jace stood behind you, his arms wrapped gently around you, his hand resting on your swollen belly. The warmth of his touch grounded you, and a sense of peace settled in your chest.

As you stared into the mirror, you felt a small sigh escape your lips. The life you once knew, with its chaos and heartbreak, felt so far away now. The man behind you—Jace—was all you had ever wanted in a partner. He loved you not because of duty or obligation, but because he truly saw you. The love he gave was not a burden; it was a gift, something you’d never known you needed but now couldn’t live without.

Jace’s voice, soft and tender, broke the silence. “You look beautiful,” he whispered in your ear, his lips brushing against your skin as he spoke. “I can’t believe how lucky I am to have you.”

His words made your heart flutter. There was no resentment, no bitterness in his tone—just pure love. You turned your head slightly, catching his gaze in the mirror. His eyes were full of warmth, tenderness, and sincerity. His fingers moved slowly over your belly, caressing it as if holding your unborn child in reverence.

“I love you,” Jace whispered again, his voice a soothing melody that filled your heart with warmth. “More than you’ll ever know.”

You closed your eyes for a moment, savoring the feeling of his embrace. It was so different from the cold, harsh reality you had once endured. With Jace, there was no fear, no uncertainty—only love, acceptance, and a future that felt brighter than anything you had ever imagined.

“I love you too,” you murmured back, your voice thick with emotion. “You make me feel safe. Happy.”

The moment stretched between you, both of you simply holding each other in the silence. It felt right—like this was where you were always meant to be. Aemond’s betrayal, the heartache you had suffered, seemed distant and small now, swallowed by the love and comfort that Jace had given you.

“Tonight,” Jace said softly, breaking the quiet, “We’ll celebrate our new life. But for now, it’s just you and me. I’m so grateful for this—grateful for you.”

You smiled, turning in his arms to face him completely. He leaned in to kiss you, a soft, gentle kiss that conveyed everything words could not. His love was overwhelming, and in his arms, you felt whole again—no longer the broken woman from before, but a woman who had been healed by the love of her true partner.

In this moment, nothing else mattered. Tonight, you would share the joy of your new beginning, but for now, you were content in the stillness, with Jace by your side, loving you like no one ever had before.

As you walked side by side with Jace into the grand hall, the sounds of laughter and celebration filled the air. The atmosphere was lively, but as soon as you entered, a hush fell over the room. All eyes turned toward you. The weight of their gaze was undeniable, but it was Jace’s presence beside you that steadied your steps, grounding you amidst the scrutiny.

Your heart fluttered with nerves, but Jace’s hand held yours firmly, his reassuring touch offering you solace. You walked confidently toward your father, Viserys, who sat at the head of the table. A smile spread across his face as he looked at you, his eyes softening as they landed on your belly. He stood to greet you, his voice warm and welcoming.

“Congratulations,” he said, his gaze flicking briefly to your swollen belly before returning to meet your eyes. “I am so happy for both of you.”

You smiled back, the words of your father bringing a small sense of comfort. Jace squeezed your hand, his pride evident in the way he stood next to you. For a moment, the world seemed to narrow to just the two of you and your new beginning.

But as you made your way forward, you couldn’t ignore the intense gaze from across the room. Aemond sat at the far end of the table, his cold eyes locked onto you and Jace. His expression was unreadable, his lips set in a tight line as he stared without saying a word. Next to him, Alys sat silently, her child resting in her lap—an image that seemed to freeze your heart.

The sight of Aemond, his gaze piercing and distant, brought a tightness to your chest. You could feel his disapproval radiating from him, a silent accusation in his eyes. The child in his lap, a reminder of his betrayal, only added to the tension that pulsed between you.

You could almost hear the silent words between you and him, unspoken but heavy in the air. But you refused to let it affect you. You had moved on. You had found a new life, a new family in Jace, and no matter how Aemond looked at you, it didn’t change that.

Jace’s grip on your hand tightened slightly, a subtle reminder of his unwavering support. He could feel the shift in the air, but he said nothing. Instead, he simply stood tall beside you, his presence a shield against the coldness from across the room.

You walked toward your father and took your seat, the weight of the moment settling over you. Aemond’s gaze never wavered, but you refused to meet it. The past was behind you, and you were no longer the woman who had let herself be trapped by his coldness and betrayal.

Tonight was about celebration, about the new life growing within you and the love you had found with Jace. The past—Aemond, Alys, the hurt—had no place here, and you wouldn’t let it ruin your joy.

As the evening unfolded, the lively chatter and the sounds of the celebration filled the grand hall, but your attention was entirely on Jace. He had insisted you eat, even though your plate was still full. His worry for you, for the well-being of the child you were carrying, was evident in every gesture.

When the manservant brought forward a plate of sweets you particularly enjoyed, Jace smiled proudly and handed them to you, not noticing the amused glances from Rhaenyra and your mother, Alicent, seated beside you.

“I told you I’m fine,” you laughed softly, lightly pushing the plate of sweets away, already feeling full from the rich meal that had been served. “I haven’t even finished my dinner yet.”

But Jace was unperturbed, his eyes filled with concern. “You need to eat more, for the baby. Mother and your mother both say you should eat plenty, and they’re right,” he said, his tone unwavering.

Rhaenyra and Alicent exchanged glances, their laughter echoing softly across the table. You could tell they were enjoying the sight of Jace’s earnestness, the way he was fussing over you like a doting husband. It was both endearing and a little frustrating, especially when your stomach had no room for any more sweets.

“Jace, I really don’t need any more,” you said, gently pushing the plate further away. “I’m already full. Really.”

But Jace simply smiled, oblivious to your protests. “Nonsense,” he said. “A little more won’t hurt, will it?”

Your mother’s laughter rang through the air. “He certainly is determined,” she teased, her gaze softening as she watched her daughter and son-in-law interact.

You sighed, a mix of amusement and mild exasperation at Jace’s overzealous attention to your needs. But despite the small frustration, you couldn’t help but smile at how much he cared, at how he always made sure you were well taken care of, whether it was ensuring you ate enough or offering constant support.

“You’re impossible,” you said with a playful smile, and Jace just grinned, pleased with his efforts to look after you.

Rhaenyra leaned in, her eyes twinkling with humor. “He does make it hard for you to say no, doesn’t he?”

You nodded, giving Jace a mock glare before turning back to your mother. “I don’t know how you put up with him all the time.”

Alicent chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “It’s all part of being a mother-in-law. I suppose I’ve grown used to it.”

Though the playful banter continued, it was clear that your family, despite the turmoil of the past, had found a sense of joy and peace again. And that, in itself, made the night feel all the more special.You felt a slight tension rise in your chest as Alys approached, her presence undeniable as she cradled her child in her arms. She smiled warmly, offering her congratulations to you and Jace, her voice sweet and calm.

“Congratulations to you both,” Alys said softly, her eyes lingering on your growing belly.

You nodded politely, offering a small smile, but your mind couldn’t help but wander. As she mentioned her son, you glanced at the child she was holding. The little one had silver hair, unmistakably a Targaryen trait. You couldn’t help but comment, “He looks just like Aemond.”

Alys smiled, her expression gentle as she glanced down at her child. “Yes, he does,” she said, her voice filled with maternal pride. “Aemond and I are hoping for a sibling for him soon.”

Her words, though kind, hit you like a sharp pang in your heart. The thought of Aemond and Alys trying for another child, especially after everything that had transpired, was almost too much to bear. You forced yourself to maintain a calm exterior, though your stomach churned with a mix of emotions—jealousy, hurt, and frustration.

Jace, noticing the slight shift in your mood, squeezed your hand reassuringly under the table, his eyes flicking between you and Alys.

Alys, seemingly oblivious to the effect her words had on you, continued talking about her son and how happy she was with her little family. But your mind was elsewhere, struggling to reconcile the image of Aemond with his new family and the new life you were trying to build with Jace.

You did your best to smile and respond politely, but the conversation felt strained. It wasn’t that you harbored ill feelings towards Alys or her son—it was the reminder of everything you had lost, and how easily Aemond had moved on, leaving you behind in the wake of his choices.

Jace, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, gave you a subtle nudge, and you quickly redirected your attention back to him, offering a smile that was only half genuine.

“Thank you, Alys,” you said, your voice steady, though inside, a whirlwind of emotions raged. “I’m glad to see you and your son doing well.”

She smiled warmly, seemingly unaware of the tension that simmered beneath the surface. “It’s been wonderful, truly,” Alys replied before turning her attention back to her child.

As she walked away, you exhaled deeply, grateful for the brief respite from the conversation. Jace gave your hand a comforting squeeze, his silent support more than enough to help you regain your composure.

For a moment, you allowed yourself to lean into him, taking comfort in the stability he provided, a stark contrast to the chaos and heartbreak of your past.

The moment Alys left, a wave of relief washed over you, but it was short-lived. The atmosphere grew tense once again as you saw Aemond and Aegon approaching, the weight of their presence undeniable. You could feel your heart race, your body instinctively tensing as they drew nearer.

Aegon, ever the charismatic one, gave you a warm smile and congratulated you on your marriage. His words were genuine, though the tension in the air was palpable. Aemond, however, had a different aura—his expression was cold, his eyes sharp as he fixed his gaze on you and Jace.

“Congratulations,” Aemond said with a forced politeness, though his voice lacked warmth. He then added with a calculated calmness, “I must admit, your decision to marry Jace is quite the surprise. How could you marry a bastard like him?”

The words stung, but you didn’t flinch. You had grown accustomed to Aemond’s cutting remarks. You met his gaze with equal intensity, refusing to let him undermine your happiness any longer.

“How could I marry a bastard like him?” you echoed, your voice steady, but a fire burning in your chest. “And how could you, Aemond, have a bastard child with the bastard girl of Harrenhal? What’s the difference between us?”

Aemond’s face tightened at your words, his lips pressing into a thin line as he took in your response. The room felt smaller, the tension thicker. He opened his mouth, but no words came out at first. He had always expected you to cower before him, but today was different. Today, you were not the same woman he had left behind.

You saw a flicker of frustration in his eyes, but he quickly masked it with a cold, dismissive look. “You’ve changed,” he muttered, though it seemed more to himself than to you.

Jace, ever protective, stepped closer to you, his arm coming around your waist possessively. He met Aemond’s stare with a challenging gaze, unspoken tension hanging between them.

Aegon, sensing the growing hostility, quickly intervened, attempting to defuse the situation. “Let’s not do this now,” he said, his tone softer. “It’s a celebration tonight. We’re here to honor our father.”

But Aemond, still silent, looked between you and Jace with a mixture of disdain and something else you couldn’t quite place. He knew the words he had spoken had hit their mark, but you were no longer the woman who would let his venom affect her.

“I’ve made my choices, Aemond,” you said firmly, your gaze unwavering. “And I’ll continue to make them. Your opinion doesn’t matter to me anymore.”

With that, you turned your attention to Jace, your hand finding his, drawing strength from him as you walked away from the tension-filled encounter. The murmurs of the room faded as you and Jace made your way to a quieter corner, where you could finally breathe freely again.

Jace, ever the calm in the storm, gave your hand a reassuring squeeze, his eyes soft with affection. “Are you alright?” he asked, his voice low and comforting.

You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips. “I am now.”

You had been spending more time in the Red Keep, adjusting to this new phase of your life. With your family, including Rhaenyra and your mother, growing closer, things had begun to settle. The tension between your family members had diminished, and there was a sense of peace that you hadn’t felt in a long time.

That morning, you found yourself sitting with Heleana, enjoying the company of her twin children as they played nearby. Their laughter filled the air, and for a moment, you allowed yourself to smile, feeling the warmth of family. Yet, beneath that smile, there was an ache—an uncomfortable pressure you couldn’t quite shake. It wasn’t just physical; it was as though your body was reminding you of the strain you’d been carrying.

As the children ran around, you tried to hide your discomfort, taking slow, steady breaths to calm the mounting pain in your abdomen. You didn’t want to worry Heleana or anyone else, so you kept your focus on the children, pretending that everything was fine. But the truth was, the constant dull pain had become something you couldn’t ignore.

Heleana noticed your shift in demeanor, her sharp eyes catching the subtle change in your expression. She paused for a moment, looking at you with concern. “Are you alright?” she asked softly, her voice laced with care. “You look like you’re in pain.”

You tried to brush it off with a smile, but it didn’t reach your eyes. “I’m fine, just a little tired,” you replied, attempting to downplay it. “I think I just need a moment to rest.”

But Heleana wasn’t convinced. She stood up and walked over to you, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. “If something is wrong, you know you can talk to me, right?” she said, her voice warm and understanding.

You hesitated for a moment, torn between wanting to confide in her and not wanting to burden anyone with your concerns. But then, the pain flared again, sharper this time, and you couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“I’ve been feeling… off,” you admitted quietly. “It’s like there’s something not right, and I don’t know how to explain it.”

Heleana’s face softened with empathy, and she knelt beside you, taking your hand. “You should speak to someone, perhaps a maester, to make sure everything is alright,” she suggested gently.

You nodded, your heart heavy with uncertainty. You had been so focused on rebuilding your life and finding happiness that you hadn’t allowed yourself to acknowledge the possibility that something could be wrong.

“Thank you, Heleana,” you whispered, grateful for her support. “I’ll think about it.”

As you sat there, the laughter of the children faded into the background, replaced by the heavy thoughts running through your mind. Something inside you knew you couldn’t ignore this feeling any longer.

The pain intensified, each wave making it harder to focus on anything else. You clutched your stomach, unable to ignore the overwhelming sensation anymore. Looking at Heleana, you whispered, “Please, help me. I think it’s time… it’s time for the baby.”

Heleana’s eyes widened in concern, but without hesitation, she helped you up, supporting you as you staggered toward your room. She could sense the urgency, the change in your breathing, the way you were trying to hide your discomfort, but she knew you couldn’t ignore it any longer.

Once inside your room, Heleana didn’t waste a second. She quickly stepped out, telling you she would get Jace and a maester immediately. The moment she left, you were left alone, walking back and forth in your room, trying to ease the growing pain with slow, deliberate movements. Each step, each breath, felt like a small battle.

Time seemed to stretch as the pain surged and receded, leaving you wondering how much longer you could bear it. You were no longer just anticipating the arrival of your child; it had arrived in the form of this unbearable, sharp reminder of what was coming.

Minutes later, Jace burst into the room, his face a mix of concern and urgency. His eyes scanned you quickly before he rushed over, his voice barely above a whisper. “Breathe, love. Please, sit down."

You could hear the panic in his voice, the way he was trying to stay composed for your sake, but it only made your heart race faster. He gently guided you toward the bed, helping you sit down, his hands steady yet trembling with concern. “Stay with me, just breathe,” he urged, his hands resting lightly on your shoulders, his presence a comfort amidst the overwhelming pain.

The maester arrived soon after, and Jace’s face softened with relief as he stepped aside to let the healer do their work. The maester checked on you quickly, muttering words of reassurance as he confirmed that the time had come. “It’s happening,” he said, giving Jace a nod before he began preparing for the delivery.

Jace turned to you then, his eyes filled with love and worry. “You’re doing great, just keep breathing, alright?” He sat beside you, holding your hand, offering whatever comfort he could as the maester worked.

The room was filled with a tense silence, broken only by your labored breaths and the quiet, soothing words Jace whispered to you. The pain was unbearable, but his presence was the anchor you needed. His steady voice, his comforting touch—he was there, and that alone was enough to help you find the strength to keep going.

“You’re strong,” Jace said, his voice full of admiration. “You can do this. I’m right here with you.”

And in that moment, with his words and his love surrounding you, you knew you weren’t alone. The journey ahead would be painful, but with him by your side, you could face anything.

The sharp wave of contraction ripped through your body, and you couldn’t hold back the scream that tore from your throat. Your grip on Jace’s hand tightened, knuckles white as you clung to him like a lifeline. He was right beside you, whispering soothing words, but the pain was overwhelming, consuming every part of you.

Your mother, Alicent, and Rhaenyra were both there now, their presence adding a layer of comfort. They stood at your side, each offering soft words of encouragement, their hands brushing against your hair, wiping away the sweat that beaded on your forehead. The room was filled with a flurry of movement, the midwives and maester working efficiently, their voices calm and reassuring as they guided you through the process.

“It’s too much,” you gasped, shaking your head in desperation. “I can’t do this. It hurts… it hurts too much.”

Alicent leaned in, her voice steady and filled with a mother’s unwavering strength. “You are stronger than you think. You can do this. Just one more push, my darling.”

Rhaenyra echoed her, a determined look in her eyes. “You’ve come so far. You’re almost there. We’re all here with you.”

Jace pressed a kiss to your temple, his voice soft but firm. “I believe in you. You’re doing so well. Just one more time, love. For our son.”

Their words were a lifeline, pulling you from the depths of your despair. Drawing in a shaky breath, you gathered every ounce of strength left in your body. With a guttural cry, you pushed, the pain reaching its crescendo as you gave one final effort.

The room seemed to still for a heartbeat, and then, the sound of a baby’s cry filled the air. Relief washed over you like a tidal wave as the midwives worked quickly, bringing your child into the world. Tears welled up in your eyes, blurring your vision as they placed the squirming, crying baby into your arms.

“It’s a boy,” the maester announced, smiling as he stepped back.

Jace’s eyes were filled with awe as he looked down at the tiny bundle in your arms. His hand trembled slightly as he reached out to touch the soft, silver hair on your son’s head. “He’s perfect,” Jace whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “Just like his mother.”

You couldn’t tear your eyes away from your son, overwhelmed by a flood of love and relief. His cries softened as he nestled against you, his tiny fingers curling around your thumb. “Hello, my sweet boy,” you murmured, your voice cracking with emotion. “You’re finally here.”

Alicent and Rhaenyra looked on with tears in their eyes, sharing in the joy and relief that filled the room. “You did it,” Alicent said softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You brought him into this world.”

Rhaenyra smiled, brushing a tear from her cheek. “He’s a true Targaryen. Strong and beautiful, just like his parents.”

Jace leaned in, pressing another kiss to your temple, his own tears falling freely now. “I love you,” he whispered. “Both of you. You’ve made me the happiest man in the world.”

In that moment, surrounded by the warmth of your family, the pain and fear melted away, replaced by an overwhelming sense of peace and joy. Your son was here, healthy and safe, and your heart swelled with a love that you knew would only grow with each passing day.

As you cradled your newborn son in your arms, a wave of relief washed over you. His tiny cries filled the room, a sweet sound that marked the culmination of your pain and struggle. Jace was at your side, his eyes shining with pride and love as he gazed down at his son. Alicent and Rhaenyra stood nearby, their expressions softened with joy.

But then, without warning, a sharp, familiar pain gripped your abdomen once more. You gasped, clutching at your stomach as the pain intensified. The room shifted from serene to alarmed in an instant, the midwives and maester springing back into action.

“It’s happening again,” you managed to choke out, your voice trembling with fear and exhaustion. “What’s going on?”

The maester stepped forward, his expression calm but urgent. “You’re carrying twins, Your Grace. We must act quickly. The second child is on their way.”

Jace’s grip on your hand tightened, his face pale but resolute. “You’re strong,” he whispered, his voice a steady anchor in the storm of pain. “You can do this. I’m right here with you.”

Alicent knelt beside you, her hands trembling as she brushed the damp hair from your face. “You’ve already brought one beautiful child into this world. You can do it again. We’re all here with you.”

Rhaenyra leaned in, her voice soothing and filled with determination. “Focus on your breathing. We’ll get through this together."

Drawing on their words, you summoned what little strength you had left. The contractions came fast and hard, each one sapping your energy, but you refused to give up. The thought of your second child, waiting to take their first breath, fueled you to push through the pain

The room blurred around you as you bore down, your body trembling with the effort. Time seemed to stretch endlessly, each second a battle against the overwhelming exhaustion threatening to consume you. But with one final, agonizing push, the pressure released, and the room filled with the cries of your second child.

A sob of relief escaped your lips as the midwives carefully placed your newborn daughter into your arms. Her tiny face scrunched up as she wailed, her voice strong and fierce. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you looked down at her, her delicate features a mirror of her brother’s.

“It’s a girl,” the maester announced, a smile breaking through his composed demeanor. “Both children are healthy.”

Jace’s eyes welled with tears as he reached out to gently touch his daughter’s hand, her tiny fingers wrapping around his. “She’s perfect,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe. “Just like her brother. Just like you.”

Your heart swelled as you cradled both of your children, the weight of them grounding you in this moment of profound joy and love. Despite the pain, despite the fear, you had brought them both into the world, and they were safe in your arms.

Alicent pressed a kiss to your forehead, her tears mingling with yours. “You did it, my love. You brought two beautiful souls into this world.”

As Jace wrapped his arms around you, holding you and your children close, you felt a surge of love so powerful it took your breath away. This was your family, your heart. No matter what challenges lay ahead, you knew that together, you could face anything.

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