"Don't be afraid angel" Jacaerys coaxes softly in your ear. He can feel the eyes of numerous on him, as is custom for the bedding ceremony, though he tries to cover you as best he can, bracing his large shoulders over yours. "I'll be gentle" He coos and kisses you with a tenderness far too gentle for people of your position.

As the youngest daughter of king Viserys and Queen Alicent, you had been poisoned against his family since you could talk but that hadn't stopped Jace loving you ardently. He had followed you around like a puppy as a child and doted on you. His little angel.

When he and his family left for dragon stone he begged his mother to take you with them. He knew if he left you would be turned against him, alas his pleas came to nothing. He returned several years later to his angel staring at him with barely concealed disdain.

His first thought upon seeing you again was that you were as beautiful as the day he left you. More so in fact. Silvery Targaryen hair and violet eyes set in a face with flushed cheeks and a penchance for soft colours. You were as breathtaking as an angel. He pleaded with his mother to convince King Viserys that he should wed you.

You had cried when they announced your betrothal at dinner, thick tears rolling down your pretty cheeks as your sister Helaena had tried to console you. You had worn the expression of a corpse rather than a bride all day and he felt his heart caving in in his chest.

He vowed to make you love him again, to remind you of how much he used to mean to you.

"Look at me, angel, I'll be gentle" He coos softly into your ear, ignoring the nobles staring at his bare back "You're safe with me"