You were Jacaerys' betrothed since you remember.

Amongst the other families, betrothing their children wasn't really that frequent anymore, but in the Targaryen family, it was still important. They were royals after all.

You were born as a fourth child of King Viserys Targaryen and his wife Alicent, who both seemed to like betrothal arrangements. Especially Viserys, who came up with an idea to end up conflict between his daughter from his late marriage, Rhaenyra and your mother. And even though Alicent insisted on betrothing you to your brother Aemond instead, you ended up as Jacaerys' fiancee, your half-sister's eldest child.

You two grew up together, you learned to love each other, show one another affection and love. You learned each other's habits, passions and bodies even before your wedding day.

You and Jace got married a year ago, but already had a baby. Sweet, two weeks old daughter, named Alyssa after your grandmother and Jacaerys' great-grandmother.

Even though Alyssa was a sweet baby, she could also be a pain in the ass, especially at night. And today was one of the days after a night, when she was constantly crying, and nothing seemed to work.

You sat in the living room, on the couch, and with one hand you were gently rocking a stroller, which you put Alyssa in. Fortunately that seemed to calm her down.

As you sat there, Jacaerys came out of your bathroom, in a shirt that certainly wasn't his. And even in your tired state, you realised that he put on your shirt, which on you was a bit too big, but on Jace's body it was tight. So tight, you could see his muscles.