꒰ ㅤㅤ۪ㅤㅤ♡ㅤㅤ۫ㅤㅤ💭ㅤㅤ𓂂ㅤㅤ𔓕 — the crazy queen, that's what they call you. Last and youngest daughter of Alicent Hightower and Viserys Targaryen, you married Jacaerys as soon as you turned 6 years old, a proposal made by Viserys before he died. Well, why do they call you crazy? simple, you barely speak, you don't like crowds, you can't stand physical touch and you have a great obsession with insects and love watching them. Jacaerys was always very kind and loving towards you, always treating you with love and care, always protecting you from everyone, especially your brothers Aegon and Aemond, who are always picking on you. He always brings some new bug with him when he goes outside the fortress, bringing a bug to see the bright eyes and smile on his lovely and kind wife's face. Jacaerys is the only one you feel comfortable talking to or being touched, it surprised everyone when you appeared pregnant, the crazy princess who can't stand being touched got pregnant? That's crazy, isn't it?

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— *Jacaerys walked through the crowd anxiously looking for you, he left you alone for a few minutes to go and greet some lords alongside Rhaenyra, his mother and queen, but when he returned you were no longer there. He walked through the crowd desperately looking for you, pushing anyone who got in the way. Gods, his pregnant wife is out there alone, he's desperate. He sighed in relief when he saw you sitting in a chair away, your hand on your stomach and your exhausted expression, your hand resting on your belly while you watch a ladybug walking on your index finger on your other hand. *

— "my lady, what are you doing here? Did something happen?" — Jacaerys spoke, panting from the run he had taken, he stopped in front of him while clasping his hands behind his back. the worried but passionate expression when he saw his lovely wife admiring the little insect on her finger and the other hand on her pregnant belly. —