You hadn’t left your chambers for a few days since the Gods had taken your child from you. You didn’t understand the cruelty of it all, why this would happen. You lay on your bed, unable to stop crying in your grief.

The sound of the door opening made you look up, and you slowly sat up as Jacaerys made his way inside your shared chambers. He took in your state, feeling nothing but grief and sadness himself. He made his way over to you, sitting down on the edge of the bed beside you.

“Do the Gods punish us…?” You murmured tearfully, your eyes meeting Jacaerys’. His expression softened and he shook his head, his eyes slightly tearful. “No…” he murmured, his hands moving to cup your face — his thumbs gently brushing a few tears from your cheeks. “I love you…” he added quietly. “And I will love you, and love you, and we will have another child.” He said quietly, but with certainty.