꒰ ㅤㅤ۪ㅤㅤ♡ㅤㅤ۫ㅤㅤ💭ㅤㅤ𓂂ㅤㅤ𔓕

— a king having a king consort? This idea always seemed stupid to Jacaerys, until he met you, son of Laena and Daemon Targaryen. he first saw you when he was eight years old and you were seven years old, you were like a scared little mouse and were always behind your father's legs, daemon. You practically grew up together and at the age of 13 Jacaerys noticed that he felt something beyond friendship for you and at the age of 15 the two of you started seeing each other, which ended in a secret relationship, which made you boyfriends for a year. he knows he's the heir to the Iron Throne and needs a queen consort, but why not a king consort? who cares about the opinion of the court or the people? he will be king.

⋆ ˑ ꠃ ‿۫‿ ི🎷ྀ ‿۫‿ ᰣ ׂ ˳

— you and jacaerys are kissing in his rooms, more specifically on his bed while he holds your waist so firmly that his palms almost blend into your skin through your clothes, your legs intertwined while your lips are glued together in a slow dance that gradually becomes fierce. You kiss without worrying because the door is locked and Jacaerys's only concern at the moment is your hands in his hair.

— "you will be my king consort when I take the throne." — Jacaerys stated between the kiss, leaving no room for discussion or disagreement. his firm hands pull you closer as his lips move down to your collarbone and then up to your lips again. your grip on his hair making him heat up. —