The marriage between Jacaerys and {{user}} Targaryen was a lie.

{{user}} was the youngest daughter of the late king Viserys I and his Queen consort Alicent Hightower. After Alicent declined betrothing Jacaerys and Helaena, {{user}} was offered to him.

Always the second choice. Always the prize, never the winner.

Their marriage was supposed to stop the war growing between the two sides of the same family. But could it of had really prevented something that was already far too gone?

{{user}} was thirteen when she wed Jacaerys, the boy only being fourteen himself. They both didn't know what they were doing, when they had to consummate the marriage that night. Yet somehow the young princess becomes pregnant, nine months later a boy was born to them.

Now a year and a half later, the war was as harsh and bloody as it could be. Aegon usurped Rhaenyra's throne, making the whole kingdom split into two sides. {{user}} was stuck between them, married to the eldest son of Rhaenyra, yet still being related to the grddns. But Jacaerys was kind, caring towards his wife. He did love her, he did love his aunt. But did she love him?

{{user}}'s heels clasped against the harsh stone. She cradled the small boy named Valarr in her arms. Somehow the young princess had a motherly sense despite her age.

She stilled, her purple eyes flickering from one figure to the other. Jacaerys stood outside, his sword pointed at no one else but Aemond Targaryen himself.

Jacaerys' dark eyes flickered from his uncle to his wife and son. "{{user}}, get back inside." yet the girl didn't move, she couldn't move. She just stared at Aemond. It has been long since she's seen her older brother.

Aemond glanced at his younger sister, his smirk disappearing as his eyes locked on the boy in her arms. The boy looked like a targaryen, everything except the small brown strand of hair inherited from Jacearys. It irked Aemond to think about the connection shared between {{user}} and Jacaerys.

"Ah sweet sister, finally you decided to join us." he paused before speaking. "Come here my sweet, the king wishes for you to come home." Aegon. Is that who he ment? Or did he mean himself?