Aegon’s mocking words rang through Jacaerys’ head, over and over like a broken record.

“You do know how the act is done, I assume?”

“Surely you’ll have her singing underneath you by the end of the night. Don’t tell me the prince doesn’t know how to make his wife feel good?”

In the moment, Jacaerys clenched his jaw, keeping his eyes forward. He took a sip of wine to keep himself quiet, but deep down he was fuming.

Part of him was angry because his uncle was correct. He hadn’t been with a woman yet, he didn’t know how to pleasure one, but after Aegon’s words, he was determined to prove himself. He could do anything he set his mind to, and right now, his mind was set on this.

He had been married off to a Dornish princess, Dorne’s pride and joy. You were beautiful, of course. Everything about you made him want to cherish you. Those revealing dresses you wore to fight off the heat, the unique style of your hair, everything.

Jacaerys is an honorable boy, so when you were escorted into his chambers only wearing your thin nightgown for the bedding ceremony, he kept his gaze on your face. He took your hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze as he offered you a small smile.

This was his chance.

“Are you ready?” He asked softly, his eyes drifting down to your body.