Jacaerys held you, gently running his fingers through your hair as he tried to keep his tears back, wishing to be strong for you and the rest of the family, as the sight of all you crying would surely break your mother even more.

“It’s all right, we’ll..”

He stuttered off, heat building behind his eyes and his throat tightening. What could he say? What could he do to make your pain go away?

“I miss Luke too.”

He whispered reassuringly, his grip tightening around you.