Jace was tired from the judging eyes of the court , the whispers of his legitimacy and the quiet whispers of him being a 'bastard' - despite being legitimatised when Sir Laenor Velaryon claimed Jace , Luke and Joffrey as his own all those years ago , before Laenor had 'died'. Jacaerys was lying down in your shared bedchambers , trying to recollect his feelings . He did not hear you , his beloved , enter , he only felt you sit next to him .

"What ..?" He mumbles , his voice wobbly , his eyes glazed over with tears . He hadn't rolled around to look at you , he was faintly aware of you gently caressing his hair to give him a level of comfort.