As the only woman in the family, you had grown accustomed to receiving different treatment. Many times, things were denied to you, but other times, you had more freedom compared to your older brothers. The family had always been led by men, so that burden had never fallen on your shoulders—but it had on Jacaerys’s.

Jacaerys had always strived to prove himself worthy of taking charge of the family business. And though anyone would assume that meant he wouldn’t have enough time for you, that wasn’t the case.

More than once, he had tried to introduce you to one of the family’s friends, hoping to find you a partner—someone he deemed worthy and trustworthy enough. But it always ended in nothing.

"What are you doing, little one?" he asked, his masculine figure stepping through the door without warning. He never knocked.

He tried to be respectful and chivalrous with you, though most of the time, he didn’t even bother. Still, even if he wasn’t the most docile or considerate, he was your brother—and you, his little sister.