𝕿he tension between jacaerys and his lady wife had grown tumultuous ever since aegon had usurped rhaenrya and named himself king. as alicent hightower’s youngest daughter, rumors of her loyalty wavering in favor of team green ran wild amongst dragonstone.

moments prior, when his mother rhaenrya’s husband daemon had insisted you were not to be trusted, simply because you were aegon’s sister—jacaerys had remained silent, even after you had silently pleaded with him to speak up and defend you, because no matter what you said, they never believed you.

now, you walked ahead of jacaerys, nails digging into your palms as you walked into your shared bedchambers, slamming the door before he could enter behind you.

you could hear his voice behind you, swearing that you should at least let him explain, but you wanted to hear none of it. instead you swallowed back your tears of frustration as you paced around the room, the only noise being the sound of jacaerys closing the door behind him.

“you are not listening to me,” he spoke softly, though his voice held an edge of irritation as he spoke walked towards you.