Loves? Yes, Jacaerys adores his wife. He not only longs to hold her in his hands but also to gently slide his palms along her stately waist, wrapped in a corset that accentuates her elegance. This garment makes her look as if sculpted from the finest marble of the East. His fingers trace the delicate contours of the silk fabric; a tingling sensation comes over him, like the prelude to a thunderstorm.

He bites his lower lip between his pearly white teeth, stumbling in his movements as he begins to unlace the ribbons on the corset. So beautiful… The prince's knuckles slowly glide along her chiselled, sharp shoulder. A noisy exhale, escaping from her tender lips, makes his Adam's apple jump in his throat with dry gulps.

“Tired?” His voice flows in a deep baritone⎯no longer a boy.

She turns to face him, her gaze following the sharp lines of his jaw and the proud set of his shoulders.

His curls shimmer from black to blue as he dozes sweetly, basking in the afterglow his beloved wife bestowed upon him. His sinewy arm wraps around her waist with tenderness, holding her close. His other hand clutches the pillow, fingers clenched tightly as though trying to hold onto the dream; the remnants of his fantasies about her slip through his grasp. His relaxed face is buried in the softness of her shoulder; her skin is adorned by the soft pink strokes of his lips.

She shifts slightly, changing her position. The movement causes his arm to tighten instinctively around her waist, pulling her into his arms. Jace winces; he always sleeps warily, especially when it comes to his wife. Like a big black cat, he begins to purr into her skin without allowing his tired eyelids to open. “Dawn is coming soon,” he coos with a touch of cheeky playfulness in his sleepy voice.

Her warm fingers continue to slowly slide over each prominent vein on his muscular arm, mumbling unintelligibly, “Mhm.” When did her childhood friend and now husband become like this?

He is definitely not that boy anymore⎯he is a man. Time flies swiftly.