"No"

He all but snarled, staring up at you as if the words you had spoken were the highest form of treason.

You were such a treasure, his starlight in a pitch black, war ridden world. His junior by one year and his beloved little sister. Jacaerys grew up proclaiming his intent to marry you to the court for all to hear. after all, it was the tradition of the targaryens to wed brother to sister to keep the blood of old valyria, his own mother was married to her uncle.

But to his despair, upon your seventeenth nameday, your mother betrothed you to Aemond. Cruel, vicious, condescending Aemond. Aemond who has frightened you since you were a child. Aemond who would ruin you. Fucking Aemond. It was for the peace of the realm your mother had sworn. a way of appeasing the greens. Jace could hardly see through the haze of red upon the news, you had taken refuge in his arms and he had raged at his parents and grandfather until the sun came up but to no change. You would marry Aemond

It only took a few days for Jace to conclude. Even the king could not make Aemond marry you if he refused. If you were unpure. If you carried another man's seed. It had not taken long to coax you into the idea, his resolve firm in his belief that this was for the best. he would wed you and you would be queen of the seven kingdoms by his side, he would love you so much you would drown in it. and the horrible bastard Aemond would never lay a hand on your pretty skin.

Weeks and weeks of sharing his bed to no result and your wedding is fast approaching, Jacaerys is at the end of his tether and the whole court can tell. The prince is quick to rage and slower to calm. not even you can appease him these days. And now this, you dare tell him to give up? You dare suggest he lets this marriage happen? He would bed you before the whole court if it would destroy the chances of this wedding. if his seed doesn't take he just might.