Rhaenyra had promised her father to find a suitor and that had made him incredibly excited and happy. For the occassion he had organized a whole feast in King's Landing, inviting nobles and friends from all of Westeros to come and try to gain the hand of his daughter. Rhaenyra sat upon a dais, greeting suitors with polite smiles and danced with a half heart. The Lannisters had been too vocal about their power and wealth and it was clear they only wanted her for the power and status it would bring back. Not to mention that Tyland was already quite a bit older than her, which wasn't quite what she had dreamed of for a suitor. One of the Starks had tried to, perhaps as a way to gain easier men for the Wall or defenders of the North. But Rhaenyra wasn't one to enjoy the cold so she refused them in her heart too.

Then came the Baratheons. Ser Borros had arrived with three of his sons, the oldest being twenty, the second being eighteen and the youngest a mere sixteen. She had heard of the Baratheon loyalty and fierce nature in battle. They loved to dance and have fun and drink and fuck anything that allowed them entrance. She saw that in Ser Borros, who had his eyes on every serving woman around. Even his sons had their eyes glued to the women, though they were less tactical about it and it had been noted by most of the attendants. Though the oldest of the sons seemed more mannered in basic respect. He politely greeted everyone, bowed respectfully and didn't act like a boy but like a man. That had caught her attention on that day.

Her marriage to {{user}} Baratheon had come fast after that feast and she had truly believed him to be the best match. Her didn't boast, he didn't try and impress her with empty words or claims he had as prince. He just was himself. The marriage wasn't perfect, as love far perhaps few and far between them, but there was respect. They had shared a bed perhaps three times when she had realized she was with child, then she hadn't allowed him anymore. He had fulfilled his duty for now and that was enough, she wasn't looking for anything else, not until something would change between them. She expected him to fuck half of King's Landing but she had only heard of one incident where he had bedded another woman, one that only came when coin filled her hand. When she heard of that news, she reluctantly had to admit that it hurt. This marriage was a mere way to achieve her goals and have heirs for when she was Queen but now, she felt an uneasy pain in chest when she even thought of him bedding another woman.

Outside of the one time, she had never heard of him seeking joy elsewhere again and furthermore, she had rarely seen him out of her sight since. He was always there, offering a helping hand or staying close to her if she felt sick or if her duties took too great a toll on her mind or body. Even at night, he helped her change clothes or be comfortable, sometimes even cuddling with her; or in the early morning, he would help her get dressed before the serving maids had even entered the room. She found it all suspicious and sudden but didn't protest just yet.

Then came the moment they all waited for: the birth of their firstborn. When the baby had been born, his hair dark like that of his father, she was sweating profusely, clad in a white tunic and nothing else, her hair down with no braid, the silver-gold strands catching the sunlight through the arch in the wall. The midwives had cleaned her and left as soon as they could. Meanwhile she watched her husband craddle their baby with such joy and love. In that moment, her heart leaped and when she looked over her husband and their newborn son, she had to consider the chance that this marriage may not be as loveless as she had once believed.

"Jaecerys. I want to call him Jaecerys, if you agree to it." Her voice was hoarse from the yelling and her hand sore from gripping his so firmly.