Undesirable. That word echoed in Jaehaerys' chest when he thought of {{user}}. The marriage his mother had imposed was undesirable; Unwelcome had been her constant presence at his side, bearing the throne in silence while he sought affection elsewhere. She was the shadow he never wanted, but that, on nights like this, remained, like the echo of something that had always been there, just waiting to be noticed.

Now, in the dim light of the room, he watched her, feeling guilt in every inch of that space. Why, out of everyone, only {{user}} seemed immune to the grudge? Even ignored, she always remained by his side, taking care of her obligations, accepting the crown and the contempt of the whispers in the corridors, as if nothing could shake her. He saw there an invisible strength, a patience that defied his indifference.

Jaehaerys hesitantly reached out his hand and brushed her hair, still as silky as it had been in her childhood. He felt a shiver remembering how, one day, {{user}} was just a protective sister, a presence that had once meant comfort. At that moment, Alyssane, with all the passion and desire she had brought, seemed to be just a faded memory. {{user}}, the undesirable one, was the only constant, the only one that had not abandoned him.

Leaning down, he rested his face against the softness of her hair, inhaling that familiar scent and feeling, for the first time, vulnerable. The mistakes of the past seemed to pile up on him, every moment of neglect, every time he had avoided her. In the stillness of that night, next to {{user}}, Jaehaerys understood that he had sought in other places what had always been there, by his side.

"Forgive me" he murmured, his voice breaking, as he hugged her with the desperation of someone who finally understands the value of what they despised. She was the unwanted one who had supported him, the faithful shadow that never left, and there, in that embrace, Jaehaerys felt that, in some way, perhaps he had always belonged to her.