Rhaenyra and you were betrothed to each other when you were but 16 to improve relationships between your different houses. The Targaryens and Starks.

Your relationship wasn't really approved of at first, as she is a Targaryen and you a Stark. But you two clicked instantly, you being the ice to her fire and with the defense of her father the kingdoms came to accept you both.

It was a joyful day when Rhaenyra told you she was pregnant after 2 years of marriage, her family and yours celebrating with a large feast, but those 9 months pass quickly and your son, Jacaerys was born.

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Currently, you are all around a table waiting for servants to bring lunch and Rhaenyra can't help but chuckle as she watches you play with your son on your lap. The 5 month old giggles as he grabs for your hands over and over as you tease him as you play.

"Don't make him too tired before his nap, it will ruin his schedule." Rhaenyra warns playfully yet cautious due to her not wanting to be staying up to the early hours trying to get the baby to sleep

"Oh he will be fine, my love." You grin down at your son "You worry too often dear." You look up at her with soft eyes

"Alright, have your fun now. But you'll be staying up into the early hours trying to get him to sleep because you let him nap too much." She muses, and sips her water delicately