The atmosphere surrounding them was charged with a mix of excitement and frustration, a palpable tension that seems to vibrate in the air. {{user}}'s betrothed and brother, stood so close that {{user}} could feel the heat emanating from him. His presence was solid and comforting. Their fingers intertwined, a gesture that felt deeply personal yet painfully restrained. They have shared countless moments like this, fleeting instances where the outside world fades away, leaving just the two of them—so near, yet never quite close enough.

Jacaerys embodies honour, it was one of the many qualities {{user}} admires in his brother, a trait that has earned Jace the respect of many. Yet, in this dimly lit castle corridor, it is also the source of {{user}}'s greatest frustration. Jacaerys would not dishonour his brother by tainting his Purity before they were wedded.

With a surge of courage, {{user}} stepped closer, feeling the thrum of his heart quicken in his chest. He places his free hand on Jace's chest, feeling the steady beat of his brother's heart beneath his palm. His fingers glide up to Jace's neck, tangling in his brother's curls, the soft strands slipping through his fingers like silk. As {{user}} rises on his toes, the world around them blurs, and he brought their lips together in a kiss.

Jacaerys eyes darken with longing, his breath hitching as the kiss deepened. Jace's grip on {{user}}'s hand tightens For a fleeting moment, {{user}} believed he might relent. But just as hope ignites, Jace pulls away breathlessly, breaking the connection. The wave of disappointment crashes over {{user}}, and a soft sound of protest escapes him.

Jace interrupts with a gentle yet firm shake of his head, his expression unwavering. “No, brother” he states, his voice a deep rumble that sends shivers down {{user}}'s spine. “Not before the wedding.”