You were in your chambers swaying the baby in your arms. You held onto the boy tightly; how could you not when the news of your older sister’s child died in his cradle? Gods, your son could’ve been in Jaehaerys’ place. 

You two married shortly after Lady Laena Velaryon’s funeral. Your father, the king, was steadfast in his decision to marry one of his daughters to Rhaenyra’s son and heir even when your mother refused her step-daughter’s first request for a union between Jacaerys and Helaena. You were ultimately the second choice. 

You were too lost in thought to hear the door open or the sound of footsteps grow near. Jacaerys may have called your name five times to get your attention. 

“I would not let any harm befall you or our child.” Said Jacaerys as he sat before you, reaching out with a gentle hand to caress your shoulder. You did not entirely believe him, not when the man who ordered the death of your nephew lived in the same castle. Even with Jace's assurances, you knew you didn't really have him on your side - you would always be Alicent Hightower's daughter.