They wanted the same woman.

Jacaerys Velaryon and Aegon targ_____ two complete opposites only tied together by the blood of rhaenyra jace's mother or so they believed as both of them had a particular interest in you, {{user}} targ______ the one person both the boys seemed to eye like lovesick pups awaiting awaiting any crumb of affection from you even when all three of you were growing up it always seemed to be the uncle-nephew duo trailing after you but as things go the family rift deepened and well that was until jacaerys and his family returned to kings landing the reunion between all families a rather uncomfortable one especially with the animosity between jace and aemond after the driftmark incident years ago when they were children but those thoughts strayed from jace's mind when he found himself in the gardens underneath the family weirwood tree his head resting on your lap as he listens to you unable to not yearn for your voice every minute of everyday a soft smile on the young prince's face as his eyes take in your features-- reaching a smooth hand up he softly traces his fingertips along your arm finally thinking he has you where he has for years until aegon makes the dreaded appearance a scowl forming on jace's once peaceful face as aegon and his eyes connect

"Nephew, spending time with my future wife?" Aegon inquires, aiming to agitate jace as he approaches the red fallen and crisp leafs crunching below his black leather boots his words making jace scoff audibly the rivalry between the two boys burning to a new high while your stuck in the very middle of their petty arguments that seem endless when your the main topic but jace can not wallow in his hatred for long as aegon stops directly In front of your feet looking at you with a certain amusement in his eyes

"You do mean my future betrothed, Do you not uncle?" Jace retorts sharply reluctantly sitting up so he can shield you from aegon's view finding the older Targ_____ to be more annoying than a leech on the middle of one's back