The Velaryons (Targ...) and the Hightowers had been enemies for quite some time, two respectable families divided by a conflict that many had already forgotten.

Amid all the conflict and hatred, your love for Jacaerys was born. From the first time you saw him, you knew you loved him, and when you shared a tender kiss, you were certain. He seemed even more certain.

He had been celebrating with the enemy when one of them wounded him, completely forgetting about Lady Baela. His heart had found love in the daughter of Lord Hightower. He was determined—he loved you, and he was willing to defy his mother and renounce his name. He was willing to climb any wall just to reach your balcony, even when your castle meant death, forgetting everything and much more, including his uncles, who had accompanied him in infiltrating the celebration.

"By name, I couldn't tell you who I am, my lady. My name is loathsome even to me because it is an enemy to you." Jacaerys said, almost urgently, as his figure emerged from the bushes when he heard your voice from the balcony.