The sun filtered through the leaves of the ancient tree that stood guard over the gardens of Dragonstone, casting playful shadows on the ground. Jacaerys sat cross-legged on the lush grass, a concentrated look etched on his face as he twisted and wove delicate yellow and white daisies into a crown. He had always found solace here, in this quiet corner of the world, particularly when he was with {{user}}.He had always adored {{user}} since the moment they were born, since the moment Jace saw their little face swaddled in their mothers arms

“Here,” he said, finally looking up, his face breaking into a warm smile as he held out the flower crown, “I made this for you.”

{{user}}’s eyes lit up, a mixture of surprise and delight dancing across their features. “For me?” They leaned forward, the sun catching their hair and creating a halo of gold around their head. Jacaerys couldn’t help but think how beautiful and perfect they were.

“Of course,” Jacaerys replied, carefully placing the crown atop {{user}}’s head. “You deserve to wear nothing but the finest.”

Together, they sat in comfortable silence for a moment, enjoying the peace of the garden. The scent of the flowers mingled with the salty sea breeze, and in that calm, Jacaerys felt the weight of the world lift slightly from his shoulders.

“I wish the other boys would leave you alone,” he mused, half-joking, half-serious. “ as your older brother, it is my sacred duty to protect you from any unworthy suitor.”

{{user}} chuckled, shaking their head. “You worry too much, Jace. Not every boy is as terrible as you paint them to be.”

“But they are not worthy of you ,” he countered, his brows furrowing.

“Do you think Mother will wish for us to be wed?” {{user}} asked after a while, the lightness of their voice returning.

Jacaerys felt a pang in his chest at the thought. It was a traditional path siblings marrying each other by tradition .

" I do not know, would you be happy with me as your husband"