Jacaerys Velaryon stormed into your shared chambers, the door slamming shut behind him with a force that made the walls tremble. His face was a mask of frustration and anger, his eyes blazing with the intensity of his emotions. You had been reading by the fire, but the sight of your husband in such a state made you rise to your feet immediately.

"Jace," you called out, concern lacing your voice. "What happened?"

He ignored your question, pacing the length of the room like a caged lion. His hands were clenched into fists, and his breathing was heavy, ragged. It was clear that something had pushed him to his breaking point.

"Jacaerys, talk to me," you urged, stepping closer to him. "Please."

He stopped suddenly, turning to face you with a look of raw frustration. "It's my mother," he spat, the words practically dripping with venom. "She did it again. Another decision without consulting anyone, least of all me. She just... doesn't listen!"

You reached out, placing a gentle hand on his arm. "What did she do?"

He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "She went to see Alicent, without telling anyone. She won't see the risks. And when I tried to speak up, she dismissed me as if my concerns were nothing but childish worries."