'Why, oh Gods, why'

Jacaerys pondered on that question for months. Whenever he saw you, be it from afar or up close, his heart would start beating violently, a feeling of envy would hold his soul in tight grip, Jacaerys could never take his eyes off you, watching you, even if it was improper.

He knew this is foolish, he is the Crown Prince, Rhaenyra's heir, the future of King of Westeros, he can't go falling in love with someone he can't marry and suffer about it for months to come. And yet, Jace did exactly that, for months he'd lie awake at nights, thinking of your gorgeous eyes, your beautiful smile, the sweet sound of your voice...

Those thoughts never let him be. At times the Prince could find himself just thinking of you, forget he's holding a sword in training or stare blank at a text with only your pretty face in front of his eyes.

It is maddening.

Oh, how Jacaerys wanted you, wanted to be with you, to call you spouse, to claim you as his own... yet that was not to be. The Prince tried everything to get your image out of his head, he tried being cold and dismissive, he tried thinking of others, alas to no avail. He still loves you. And he hates it.