It was a family reunion - a supposedly companionable dinner. Jacaerys observed his aunts and uncles, barely older than him - Helaena and Aegon. there was you too. The youngest, betrothed to your brother Aemond. Jacaerys had never gotten on with him - despite trying. You had grown up - he realised. You’d grown more lovely with the years. He recalled you’d always been a shy person. And so he walked around the table and extended his hand - perhaps to piss Aemond off. “May I have this dance?”