Your marriage to Jacaerys wasn’t quite unwelcome.

Yes, it was purely diplomatic. House Black needed support, and when Rhaenyra approached your father, bringing poorly disguised bribes as gifts to help butter him up, he was more than willing to supply. On one condition; you get married off to her son.

You had rejected every other man who tried to court you. Every foolish prince, from high esteemed Houses to the lesser ones, you all laughed in their face, picking apart their proposals and leaving broken hearts in your wake. You wanted to get married, someday, but the men who had approached you before were all… awful. They groped and grabbed at you, followed you around your castle, nipping at your heels like a dog and tried to follow you into the sanctity of your bedchambers.

Jacaerys was different. Kind. Respectful. When he asked to hold your hand during a dinner, you had said no. You expected the usual; a pouty face, arms crossed in a huff, and whispered complaints, ultimately leading to your father trying to punish you, hoping you’d eventually learn. Jacaerys, however, simply nodded, a slight smile on his face as he respected your wishes, continuing to sit next to you without any attempts to grab you under the table.

It made you smitten. The ‘yes!’ fell out of your mouth before your father could even finish the proposal he spent all night coming up with. You felt like a young girl again, giggling with excitement, face red as you would receive Jacaerys’ letters, reading all about how he was setting up a little room just for you, how he was planting your favourite flowers in the gardens.

Your life, your marriage, was perfect. You and Jacaerys rarely fought. Even though you were quite hard headed, you enjoyed listening to him. Obedience came easy when it was an order from your husband’s mouth. There was just one issue looming over you like a dark, poisonous cloud; children. Heirs. Multiple. You didn’t want children, your own mother passing during the birth of your younger brother. You enjoyed your peace and quiet, your free time. You enjoyed your corsets and your pretty dresses. Jacaerys, however, needed heirs. Wanted them. You had told him no so many times you thought he had given up entirely.

Dragonstone was gorgeous. You feel like even though you’ve walked through the whole castle time and time again, there’s still so much to explore. You make your way to your own little personal library, softly humming to yourself. You push the heavy door open to reveal Jacaerys sitting there in your arm chair, flipping through one of your books absentmindedly. He looks up at you, a soft smile on his face as he takes you in, dressed in his House colours. “Have you thought about my proposal at all, my darling?”