You had been engaged since childhood, united by an agreement that was supposed to blossom into love. Now, amid the chaos of war, you insisted that it was time to make the union official. He, however, hesitated, claiming that the times were inappropriate. There was something different about him since he had returned from the North. Before, Jacaerys was affectionate, with eyes that reflected tenderness as he watched you, but now there was an unsettling distance. Despite this, you persisted, and he, perhaps overcome by fatigue, gave in.

Marriage brought new life - literally. You soon became pregnant and he, although busy with politics and duties, tried to be a present husband. In your moments of greatest vulnerability, he was there, holding your hand when you gave birth to a healthy, beautiful baby boy. The child seemed to carry in his features the promise of a gentler future.

But the calm was short-lived. A few weeks later, Jacaerys announced that he had to return to the North, claiming that negotiations with Cregan required his presence. There was a lump in your throat, but you chose not to press him. You watched in silence as he left, taking a piece of your heart with him.

Then, one quiet night, as you cradled your son in the soft moonlight, lost in thought, the sound of footsteps interrupted the peace. The door slowly opened, revealing the silhouette of Jacaerys. Her heart warmed at the sight of him, but something about his face seemed dark, heavy. Before you could say any words,Then, his gaze fixed on what he was carrying in his arms.

On Jacaerys' shoulders rested a small baby, with pale skin and brown hair, waving his arms restlessly. He didn't look much older than his son. The world around you seemed to stop as you tried to understand what you were seeing.

"I... I'm sorry." he says

And at that moment, the moonlight that had once seemed so serene turned cold, illuminating the shadow of a betrayal you had never imagined carrying.