"come haedar" Jace beckons and extends his arm to guide you out of the hall, knuckles reddened and raw from his hit to Aemond's face

The walk down the hall is silent and you can practically feel the anger thrumming beneath his veins. Bastard or not, Jacaerys is a dragon first and foremost. Targaryen rage thrums in his blood. Aemond's slight against his birth on top of the talks of your marriage has made him paranoid

He crushes you into an embrace as soon as he gets you behind closed doors, his lips pressing into your hair as he mumbles

"Marry me. Marry me and let me make you happy haedar. Let me protect you from people like them"