For The Kingdom: Part I

for the kingdom: part I

summary: being the youngest daughter of alicent, you hadn’t known what it was like to feel restraint until you had been betrothed to the eldest son of queen rhaenyra for a pact. for who? for the kingdom.

pairing: jacaerys velaryon x targaryen!reader

warnings/notes: eventual smut (none in this part), mild enemies/rivals to lovers, tension tension tension, arranged marriage, mentions of incest (helaena & aegon), mature themes, sort of toxic relationship i guess, more in the following parts

The day that you dreaded the most eventually dawned upon you.

The grand halls were now packed with people, lords and highborn families reveling in House Targaryen's opulence. Your family is seated beside each other at the table in front, facing the guests.

Your body desperately wants to be freed from the beautified torture device called your gown. The red and green accents signify the unification of the once divided houses.

The youngest daughter of Alicent Hightower betrothed to the eldest son of Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen.

The loud drums sounded while the guests diverged, leaving a clear aisle as the grand door opened to the family of your betrothed. Rhaenyra and Daemon walked in front, while in the middle stood Jacaerys, with his siblings and distant family walking behind.

He had a welcoming look on his face, much like the looks on both of your families. His eyes never leave yours as he arrives at the front. You gracefully stood to your feet, walking over to the front of the table where Jacaerys had waited for you.

"My betrothed." He announces with pride, taking your hand and kissing it. The crowd was applauding and cheering at the sight. You two smiled at each other before turning to the crowd and proceeding back to your places, knowing full well that the smile meant anything besides happiness.

"Be welcome to your future king and queen consort, the heir, Prince Jacaerys Velaryon, and the queen's youngest daughter, Princess Y/N Targaryen!"

Half an hour had passed and it had bored you significantly. Wanting nothing more than to ditch the feast and ride your dragon around Westeros and have fun. So far, you have only been concerned with putting on a pretty face for the crowd and eating your food while listening to the best wishes of your guests. There was not a word spoken to each other after the earlier event of Jace kissing your hand.

"There's nothing wrong with smiling, you know." Jacaerys whispers discreetly in your direction. You side-eye him. "And yet, there is everything wrong with this marriage."

Jace heaves a heavy sigh at your response. The two of you were betrothed out of duty. With Rhaenyra offering up his son to wed Alicent's daughter to certify the alliance between the two families and to keep the House Targaryen unified and as one, it was only in a matter of a few deliberations that Alicent agreed to the proposal.

The prince dutifully accepted his betrothal, not seeing much of it aside from it being his responsibility as the heir to the iron throne after his mother.

You, on the other hand, despised it. Growing up, you were surrounded by your family. Your mother's degrading words towards the other family, followed by your brothers' comments—Aemond, specifically— Rhaenyra's family didn't have a good image in your mind.

You were never the heir, nor were you in front of the line. You were the youngest in the family, and you expected to be their last choice.

But now here you were, every bit of freedom you once had now stripped away from you in a matter of agreements that you weren't informed of. No more sneaking out at midnight, controlling and playing with highborn children your age, irresponsible feuds with knights, drunken nights in the streets, no more fun.

Although you two appear to be happy with each other, that patience of yours is gradually fading.

Leaving your face resting on your palm as you watched blankly at the crowd, your betrothed handled the guests, wishing the both of you good wishes.

"I know you don't desire this, but remember who you are going to be." Alicent interjects, filling your cup with wine again. "You are going to be queen consort. You are, one day, going to rule the 7 kingdoms and that is not the attitude nor the face of a future queen to her subjects and husband."

You snort at your mother, finding it hypocritical coming from her. "Thank you for the encouragement, mother." You say with heavy sarcasm, taking the cup of wine in front of you and downing it. Your older brother, Aegon, smirking at the sight of you drinking the wine in one singular chug.

Jacaerys asked for your hand once more, standing over you as you heard the instruments go into the deep and traditional rhythm for dancing. The deep thunder of the instrument resonating throughout the grand hall made everyone watch you two closely.

Your little dance with the prince was far from comfortable; it was full of tension, full of strict movements, and challenging glances from you. Jacaerys was different. He had composure, disciplined movements, and the face of a future king: proud, confident, and charismatic.

"I heard you sneaked out last night, ordering your guard to not follow you." Jacaerys speaks, his eyebrows arching.

"And where would I be, dear husband?" You replied, twisting your head sweetly to smile at him. Something you always do when you need one of your suitors to do something.

He chuckles at you, the look you gave him seemingly doing nothing. "In the bars, I'd venture."

You hum, narrowing your eyes in a challenge. His answer wasn't really what you expected. "And do you believe the hearsay? That I did sneak out? That I ordered my guard to stay put?"

Jace juts his lips out a bit, analyzing your face. He then discreetly shakes his head no, so discreetly that you're sure only you could have noticed it.

"No. I choose to believe the word of my betrothed rather than a nobody's."

Your arms pulled him close, resting around his neck as you held the back of his head. His breath fans over your exposed neck.

"If it makes you anymore secure, I didn't."

The ceremony of your wedding has finished.

Both of you were officially husband and wife, future king and queen of the 7 kingdoms.

Dreading the exact moment your lips touched his. It seemed more like a peck than an actual kiss. Not until you take the matter into your own hands. Kissing the prince deeply. The two of you pursing your lips silently as you pulled away.

You have gone back to your now shared chambers, changing back into your casual dress, ridding yourself of the extravagant accessories and jewelry that they placed on you. Thinking of going back to the hall after leaving Jacaerys there.

Your eyes go over the interior of the room. The once messy and very-you chambers that you owned are now different. The bed was different, the furniture inside was different, the colors and accents were different as well. Everything was.

The air shifted from where you had stood. It's settling all the more in your head. You can never be free now.

Forever chained up by the duty you are placed into.

You clutch the necklace you received from Jacaerys before the wedding, a piece of Targaryen ancestry given to him by his mother for you, made from pure Valyrian steel.

"Is everything alright?" A soft voice speaks in the silence of the room.

You're back in your head by then, seeing your husband watching you with concern from the doorway. "Aside from our wedding, yes. Everything's fine." You nod at him.

Jacaerys felt himself grow sympathetic at your look, knowing that you probably dreaded this marriage the most.

"Y/N, I'm sorry... for, uhm, all of this. For being betrothed to you." Jacaerys begins to speak, getting a curious look from you. "It wasn't my desire to take you away from your freedom. However, it is still our duty to uphold the responsibilities bestowed upon us."

The man walks closer to you, placing his hands behind his back.

"Whatever you are feeling now, Y/N, I feel the same way. I am merely doing this-" "What am I feeling, Jace? You seem to speak blindly about feeling the same way I do." You raise your eyebrow at him in demand. "I don't know. Hate? Loathe?" Jace quietly chuckles, eyebrows furrowing the same way. "Regardless of it all, like I said, it is our duty. And I swear to do my best as the heir to the iron throne," he breathes, "and also... as your beloved."

He lowers his head at you out of courtesy, and you look at him blankly, never really one for nice things. His head slowly rose up to see you looking at him suspiciously, analyzing him. "What is it that you are asking, Jacaerys?" You ask directly.

"I am asking for us to look beyond our differences. We are already wed. There is nothing we can do to be apart from each other, no matter how much we desire to be. The best thing we can do now is... accept it. Tolerate each other."

You sighed loudly, placing your hands on either side of his chest. "It seems that you are right."

The prince was confused. It was only a few hours ago that you told him that this marriage was the most outrageous thing you had ever experienced in your entire life. Telling him that you'd rather be put back into your mother's womb than accept the marriage.

But here you are now. Could it be a change of heart like Jacaerys had hoped for?

"Instead of loathing you, I should be thankful to be betrothed to you. It's not every day that you get betrothed to a... strong," you patted his chest, his body tensing as his jaw clenched, keeping a straight face and calm composure.

"Handsome, and respectful man." You finish with a mocking grin on your face. Waiting for the man in front of you to burst at the sensitive subject.

He should have known that there truly wasn't anything that you accepted in the whole agreement. You are too far down in the rabbit hole of hate to ever see him differently. even if only as a companion and not as a lover.

"Strong enough to protect me..." He watches you through the mirror as you walk around him, letting your hand glide across the expanse of his chest.

"Your brothers have influenced you, I see." He laughs dryly. The prince walks away from you with a vague smirk. He faced you as he sat on one of the large plush chairs near the bookshelves, undoing the laces of his shoes as he started to get ready for bed.

"Don't expect a reaction from me anytime soon, princess. I can assure you, I've already given enough reaction to your brothers. I pretty much do not care and you should too, Y/N."

You look at him dumbfounded, him merely brushing you off like you weren't taunting him since the second he entered your shared chambers. He kept his eyes focused on unlacing his shoes, not noticing that you were in front of him once more.

He hums at you, awaiting your word as you stand in front of him silently. "Is that so? Then, you wouldn't care even if I called you a bas..." You let the words trail off at the end, tilting your head to the side. Wanting to push your husband's buttons.

Jacaerys looks at you with an indescribable glint in his eyes, waiting for you to finish the word. He rises to his feet as he takes a step forward, deep brown eyes staring down figure as he urges you to finish your sentence.

"Go on."

You take a step towards him as well, not backing down from the prince. Tilting your head at him, the sides of your lips slowly lift.

The prince waited for the word he had expected to come out of you. Your lips were already shaped to whisper the word.

The air became even more tense with the two of you being an inch away from one another. His breath hit your face the same way yours hit his. Both of you were standing your grounds, your eyes staring at him in amusement.

When you remain silent, he scoffs quietly before walking past you. He undoes the ties and buttons of his top before changing into a more comfortable top, then changes into his pajamas, all the while you had your eyes glued on his movements.

You watch the tall man in fascination, seeing him tidy up the cushions on the massive bed as he finishes changing, facing you with cautiousness. His hands were clasped in front of him.

"Do you wish to go to bed?" His voice echoes loudly throughout the room, his arm extending towards the bed.

You start pulling at the strings of your gown, and Jacaerys looking in the opposite direction, much like a young boy's reaction to someone undressing in front of him. He stood awkwardly, face tout and blank.

You scoff loudly at him, "We're married, Jacaerys. Let's get rid of the malice already." You pull off the dress and put on a night gown, thin and short enough to go just a few inches past your knee. You'd soon be the one running your hand all over my body, ravishing and touching it however you pleased. Full of want and desire."

Jacaerys clenches his jaw once more. His feet were firmly planted on the soft carpeted floor as he waited for you to finish changing.

"You see, women are expected to preserve their maidenheads for their betrothed. To keep themselves pure and clean for their husband." You walk over to the prince, crossing your arms on your chest as you stand in front of him once more.

"What would you think if your wife's maidenhead had already been taken, dear husband?"

He takes a second to watch over your face, his features firm and blank again just like earlier.

"A maidenhead does not make a woman any less of one. Whether or not you still have your maidenhead does not make you any less pure, nor does it make you dirty. It is your choice to lose it to whoever you want to."

Your lips stretch downwards into a subtle smile, his eyes slightly narrowing at your expression. You swallowed the lump in your throat before climbing onto the bed and laying on one side.

Jace finally gets to breathe properly after that, exhaling deeply as he joins you in bed. Both of you are lying straight up awkwardly, a clear boundary between the two of you.

"Have you ever bedded a woman, Jacaerys?" The mockery in your tone made him roll his eyes. He pursed his lips in silence as he ignored you.

"Since we are to be together for as long as time permits us, I believe it is only appropriate for me to know about my partner's experience." You sat up on the bed to grin at him, provocatively placing your hand on top of his strong chest. Loving the way his face hardened and reddened at the topic.

He continues to ignore you, his mouth sealed shut while staring at the ceiling.

"Come on, there's nothing to be-"

"Y/N." Jacaerys cuts you off sternly, glaring at your teasing look. "If my experience is such a dire thing for you to know, I can let you experience me right now if it pleases you."

You laughed at the annoyed look on his face, the way this conversation was sensitive for him made you amused.

"Trust me, Jace. If I wanted to experience you, we wouldn't be fully dressed right now, sitting on our bed, a meter apart."

Your sarcastic giggles filled his ears, letting your body fall back on the soft cushion as the two of you remained separated by the invisible barrier.

"Good night." He sighs.

"Have you two done it?" Aegon asks you as soon as you enter the library. He and Aemond were sitting opposite each other while Helaena sat on the couch not far from them, quietly sewing an image of a bug.

"What do you mean 'it'?" You glare at him, sitting far away from the older sibling.

His eyes widen while shrugging plainly, his arms moving in front of him as if holding a woman's waist from behind before he started thrusting into the air. Laughter came out of his mouth while you and Aemond looked at him with an "I am disgusted" look. Your forehead creased in disgust, throwing one of Aemond's books at the older man, eliciting a groan from him and a tired sigh from Aemond.

"Don't ever do that again. I don't want a visual of what our sister has to suffer each night." You spoke fluidly, desperately trying to erase the past ten seconds out of your memory.

"Suffer!?" Aegon exclaims. "The only one suffering out of all of us is you. Having wed that unexperienced bastard of an heir, I doubt he could please you even with all of his efforts." He spat, Helaena warning him about his words. The four of you share a knowing glance at one another, letting the library fall silent because of Aegon's continuous badmouthing of the Queen's sons.

"But who cares, right? Future queen of the seven kingdoms," Aegon spits, taunting you. The title at the end sounds condescending rather than encouraging.

"You do know that I can order the guards to cut off your tongue, right?" You titter back, eyes flickering at him in challenge. He snorts at that before letting the subject go.

The time in the library was cut short when a familiar figure walked in. The only odd one out in the library amidst you four. Your brothers glaring at his every step while Helaena kept herself busy. Not bothering to indulge herself in the internal wars between your husband and your brothers.

Aemond sneaked a glance at you, the sides of his lips rising as he eyed the younger man.

"Brother." He spoke, his voice full of mockery.

Jace maintains his blank expression, nodding subtly in recognition. He kept his hands behind his back as he walked over to you, your brothers' stare following him.

"May I excuse my wife for a moment, brothers?"

The two men arched their eyebrows at you, and you did the same as you smirked subtly at them. "She's all yours," upon Aegon's response, you rose up to stand in front of your husband. Hearing Aegon mutter another taunt under his breath before chuckling, "brother."

Jace's jaw clenched at the mocking of his brother-in-law, extending his arm out for you to hold as he led you out, ignoring the useless remarks of your brothers.

"Where are we going?" You ask. Attitude laced your tone as you kept a poker face.

The man holding your hand leads you out to the courtyard, a single horse appearing into view, making you glare at him. Awaiting his response.

"We're going to see the 7 Kingdoms. Mother had told us to bond." Jace speaks with a frown. His hands pulling at the saddle on the horse while you cross your arms, not daring to move from your position.

"Bond? With you? I'd rather stay here." You started walking back to the halls before Jace spoke again.

"It's an order from the queen." His firm face and clenched jaw told you that he hated this just as much as you did.

You glare at him furiously, shaking your head in defiance. Telling him that you'd rather feed yourself to your dragon than ride with him on a single horse around Westeros. You could be training, or resting in the godswood, or better, toying with the men around the Red Keep. Anything is much more entertaining than going around the kingdom with him.

"Very well," he responds casually. "We'll ride our dragons then."

“Lady Lucinda,” he said, walking forward. “This is a surprise. I had not thought you were in London.” for a moment it seemed she could not decide how to act, and then she smiled perhaps a bit more hesitantly than he was accustomed to and held forward a slice of bread. “For the pigeons?” he murmured. “Or me?”

success story: celebrity crush turned boyfriend

First off, I'm aware people may not believe me. However, that's completely fine! I simply don't care, because it happened, and I wanted to share. I will not be sharing explicit details due to privacy reasons for both me and my boyfriend, especially since he is a popular actor.

It took me a few weeks because I didn't want to jump into dating immediately. However, you can immediately manifest anything and quantum jump! I chose to do it step by step.

"Dp" is a term used in the LOA (Law of Affirmation, Assumption and/or Attraction) community to describe your desired person. It can be anyone. 3D is the 3d dimension, the world you see in front of you. 4D is your thoughts and the reality where everything you want is accomplished.

It happened, but... what did?

I manifested my celebrity crush! I've been interested in him for some time now (due to personal reasons me and my now ex boyfriend – whom I manifested, too – have broken up). It was quite a wild ride, to be completely honest, and as always, I turned out successful!

There seems to be a blockage many face while manifesting celebrities, or otherwise famous/popular people. They're putting them on a pedestal, and so shifting the focus from actually manifesting to idolizing them. Of course, if you're manifesting a celebrity sp, you're most likely a fan of them already – that's not the point.

You're god, you're on top of the universe, you're the most important person there is. I don't care, and neither should you, about your circumstances. They're nothing but that – a circumstance in the 3D. As we all know, the 3D reflects our beliefs, assumptions, and the things we attract by engaging them. We engage them by giving them attention and reacting. An example can be someone giving you a dirty look – "Oh my god, they hate me!," you could think, and that is your assumption. You're not sure if they were even looking at you, because they could've been looking behind you, or simply have a resting b*tch face. And so, you thinking they frowned at you is an assumption. It's quite easy to create one.

And it's also easy to change that! The LOA (Law of Attraction, Assumption and/or Affirmation) community likes to overcomplicate manifesting by claiming it is hard to change your beliefs. It really is not. Every time you encounter a negative thought (thoughts create assumptions, assumptions show up in the 3D), simply change it. It's as easy as it seems. "I feel so sad", you can change that by saying, "I'm so happy and relaxed". Don't accept things you don't want to experience. Something happened that upset you? No, it didn't. Instead of dwelling on it, ignore it or affirm "It never happened", create a new story, "(something else) happened".

how did you manifest a celebrity dp?

You manifest a celebrity just like you manifest anyone else. They're human, and I don't believe in free will – anything I don't want, I change. It may sound weird, but is there even such thing as normal when it comes to manifesting and all the possibilities the universe offers?

The only thing you must do is take them off the pedestal and regain your power and control. It's not about them – it's about you. They're the obsessed one, they're the one manifesting you, you're on their mind.

If you're searching for a recipe, there is none. However, I can share a few ingredients – things that helped me:

— affirming. Affirming is nothing more than repeating what you want to happen, ex. "My dp loves me."

— persisting. You really don't want to give up until you see results. Of course, it doesn't mean you have to manifest 24/7, but then again, we think all the time, and so we manifest all the time, too.

— living in the end. Living in the end is living as if you already had your desire. How would you feel? How would you act, what would you do? Surely you wouldn't be stressing over results and whatever it is you're manifesting, because you'd already have it. Belief isn't necessary as long as you affirm and persist, but it sure does help.

— having someone to talk to. Having someone you can talk to about your manifestation journey and being supported was really important to me. I want to thank my best friends Star and Aurora, for always supporting and believing in me ❤️. Others would've called me delusional but you guys stood by my side.

proof:

Just breathe. For this part, I wanted to share some affirmations I used.

"Everything I want is mine. Everything I want, I get. I want it, I've got it. I'm a master manifestor. I always manifest whatever I desire and want."

"My dp (insert their name) loves me. My dp wants me. My dp is obsessed with me. My dp constantly texts me. My dp is texting me right now. My dp misses me. I am constantly on my dp's mind. My dp is constantly thinking about me. My dp is my boyfriend (or girlfriend, partner, anything you desire). I am my dp's best friend and soulmate."

Good luck ❤️. 222

ʟᴏᴠᴇ & ᴘᴀɪɴ | ᴊᴀᴄᴀᴇʀʏꜱ ᴠᴇʟᴀʀʏᴏɴ (ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ)

After your betrothed to Jacaerys, there’s still some enmity that lingers between you and him. And now, things are starting to complicate between you too as feelings start to show.

warnings: Targaryen incest.

ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱʏ ɪꜱ ᴀɴ ᴜɢʟʏ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴ

ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴛᴇʟʟꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ.

THE NEXT MORNING, you woke up alone as the sunlight streamed in through the windows. For a few minutes, you rested quietly as the warmth of the sheets seeped into your skin. The remnants of last night seemed vague—Jacaerys knocking on the door, an exchange of a couple of insults, and his body brushing against yours in the middle of the night.

But the vestiges soon faded and you were left with a cloud of questions in the back of your head that made you nibble your bottom lip.

Perhaps, it was nothing, you thought.

Then, a soft knock broke into your reverie. For a second, you considered pulling the sheets over your head and turning to the other side, but the knocking soon became repetitive. So, with an audible groan, you climbed out of bed.

"Yes?"

To your surprise, Lucerys was the one to stumble into your line of vision. He was standing outside the door, offering a smile as he shifted uncomfortably on his heels. "Um, hi."

Surprised, you raised an eyebrow in sudden question. "Oh, is everything okay?"

"Ern – of course," Luke answered, but the words rushed through his lips almost immediately and your eyebrows knitted together in evident confusion.

"Luke, are you okay – "

" – Don't walk into the council room." Luke blurted out suddenly, taking a step back in almost regret when you tilted your head in surprise. "I– well, I heard some people are truly mad at you today. So, I figured it'll be best to warn you."

To say you were confused at that moment was an understatement. You had only been in Dragonstone for less than a day, how much trouble could you have possibly caused in less than twenty-four hours?

"Do you know why?" You questioned, your voice muffled as you looked down at Luke.

Hesitant, he nodded. "It's about the letters."

"Letters? But I haven't sent any letters."

Luke shook his head. "Not yours, for you."

You frowned. "I supposed my brothers could have sent some rather disrespectful – "

" – They're from suitors." Luke finally clarified, his muscles tensed as he allowed the words to escape his mouth. "Hundreds of them."

Your eyes widen. "Oh."

It was impossible, the word of your betrothal could not have traveled that fast across Westeros in only a matter of days. You could only imagine the things that were written in those letters—proposals, love confessions, and title offerings. However, you supposed it was harmless now, you were to marry Jacaerys by the king's order and nothing could change that.

And yet, you wondered.

"Luke, by any chance, did your brother read through those letters?"

"That's the problem," Luke cleared his throat, fumbling with his fingers awkwardly as he clarified. "Jacaerys read through all of the letters, and I mean all of them."

"Oh."

"It's really bad."

"I understand," you eventually whispered, inhaling a sharp breath before Luke offered you his hand in comfort and you squeezed it.

"I could walk you around the castle if you wish to avoid him. I wouldn't mind at all."

A faint smile curved your lips as you raked a hand through his hair. " I would love that."

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The hour with Luke was like a fresh take of air. Despite not seeing each other for a long time, the conversations were natural and the moment was almost blissful. In a couple of minutes, you learned about his character, he was valiant yet often doubted his agility and strength.

"That's nonsense, I'm sure you're braver than many grown men around here."

"I am not, auntie."

You slowed down your pace and soon stopped to look at him squarely in the face. "Very well, then what if I named you my protector? Would that ensure my trust in your strength, Luke?"

His eyes widen in disbelief. "You would do that?"

"Of course, I would. I swear it."

But before a smile could curve his lips, the beatific moment was interrupted when a knight approached you and beckoned for you to follow him back into the castle. Uneasy, Luke threw you a look of concern, but you dismissed it with a faint smile that made his muscles relax.

"I'll look for you, Luke."

In truth, you weren't sure of what to expect. You supposed a bit of tension would welcome you once you stepped inside the council room, but nothing too harsh or unpleasant, right? After all, you weren't necessarily responsible for such letters, it was something that accompanied you ever since you became of age.

And yet, you felt a stricken sensation writhing in the pit of your stomach. It was the feeling that often crashed down when you knew you were in trouble – when you knew it was bad.

So, holding back your breath, you finally stepped inside the room. Rhaenyra was the first person to acknowledge your presence, but to your surprise, she welcomed you with a gentle smile, despite her tense posture and worried facade. "Dear sister, I apologize for the sudden call."

"It's alright, I was – awake, anyway."

And then, as you scrutinize the room, your eyes eventually landed on Jacaerys. He was serious, his lips were pressed into a thin line as he tapped his fingers softly against the parchment letters. There was a furious expression on his face, the most calmest and silent sort of anger you had ever seen in anyone before.

And you almost relished it.

Almost.

"Is there a problem?" You questioned, as a feigned look of innocence settled over your features. "I hear the matter was urgent."

"It is," Jacaerys spat suddenly, throwing you a heated look as he leaned back on his chair. "Did you know Lord Jason Lannister wants you as his wife? Upon learning of our arrangement, he is rather desperate and offers you gold and diamonds, along with some very specific descriptions of what he plans to do on your wedding night if you do accept to leave me."

For a second, the silence that followed almost suffocated you.

He was looking at you so intensely – searchingly, as though he was trying to decipher every emotion that flitted across your face over the space of just a few seconds. You tried to dismiss the sudden tension, so, startled, you blinked. "Is that so?

Wrong answer.

"Is that so?" Jacaerys wryly mocked, but the brown hue in his irises darkened as he darted a menacing look toward your direction. "Shit, where you expecting more?"

"Well, not necessarily – "

" – or, perhaps, were expecting from anyone in particular? Because I have all of fucking Westeros scattered over this damn table." Jacaerys suddenly stood up, his voice raised a few decibels as he fisted the letters and threw them over the table.

Rhaenyra threw him a look. "Jace..."

You frowned.

The expression on your face was elusive. You weren't sure of what to even think of the matter. You looked back at Jace with a confused gaze, you couldn't comprehend what was so damn troubling about a few lords sending you letters?

You were going to marry him anyway.

So, why was he so furious?

"Why does it even matter?" You boldly questioned, taking a deliberate step closer to his frame. "They're letters, Jacaerys, just letters."

He let out a bitter laugh. "That's perfect then. While I'm played the jester, let everyone in Westeros know that my betrothed is free to whoever offers the biggest diamond."

A sudden tang of venom pestered your tongue as you processed his words. There he was again, shooting words to kill, but this time, you began to close the distance between you and him. "I've done nothing but my duty. I've played the role of your betrothed without sin and yet you dare to insinuate I'm a whore?"

He clenched his jaw. "I never – "

"If I remember correctly, a lord was recently killed for throwing that word cowardly to your mother. It'll be a shame, really, if my father hears from me that my betrothed is nothing but similar to his dear uncle."

He paused for a second, taking a moment to analyze the emotions that flitted across your face. You looked at him back with searing anger, but then he fell back a step as he whispered. "I'm tired of this fucking nonsense."

Hopeful, you held back a breath. For a moment, you were certain he was going to call off the wedding. For just a split second, you were certain he was going to let you go.

But things usually didn't go your way.

So, when he finally opened his mouth to speak, he turned away from you with a look of certainty. "We are to marry tomorrow. Do whatever it's necessary, mother, it doesn't have to be mesmerizing or crowded, just a ceremony that would ensure my wife doesn't run away at the presented opportunities."

You faltered on your spot.

"You're unbelievable," you breathed out, a wry chuckle ripped through your lips. "You'd rather continue with this farce than let me go?"

"Why?" He suddenly dared, his face an inch from brushing your skin as he clenched his jaw. "So you can marry Lord Lannister? Or, perhaps, Sir. Criston Cole?"

"I would've been far more content with either of those options." You mumbled lowly. It wasn't true, of course, but somehow, that made him falter on his spot. The brief emotion of hurt flickered in his eyes the moment the words slipped out, it was so swift that you almost missed, but it had been there.

Until he whispered, "I would've assumed, I heard they like to sleep around too."

You were unsure of how it happened. After unrelenting for so long, the sudden tears that pricked the back of your eyelids finally made you realize how painful his words truly were. It wasn't about the insinuation, it was about the wound that ripped open inside your chest like flesh when he toyed with you.

You felt like an object.

He treated you like an object.

Like a sullied trophy for insecurities and only his.

And, the truth was, you'd never slept with anyone. You were ambitious, of course, but never stupid enough to will before a man because he simply carried precious stones. God, were you burning with anger and self-deprecating thoughts in that second, but it was futile to fight back anymore, so you blinked back the tears.

After a second, regret stole over his face. Your cheeks tinged with pink hues, the corners of your mouth dropped, and the unshed tears that you held began to collect in your eyelashes.

"I didn't mean it." Jacaerys breathed out, swallowing hard when you shook your head. "I-I swear, I didn't fucking mean it, I just – "

" – I would like to be dismissed." You requested, throwing your sister a pleading look. She was startled, standing in the corner of the room with nothing but wide eyes as she witnessed the scene she was exactly afraid of.

"Of course," she whispered at last.

" – Wait, don't leave yet — "

But you ignored him, and immediately traced back your steps to your chamber without a word. And Jacaerys watched, as you stepped out the room, stealing the sunlight that streamed in through the windows as you walked away.

hi! i’m jaimeslanisters and i post the pawn in every lover’s game. you asked me like two chapters ago to tag you and i think because of your settings, tumblr isn’t letting me do so. just wanted to let you know! (:

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nawt y/n exposing aemond 😭😩as we should tbh

Missing (Part 4) [Aemond Targaryen x Reader]

Warnings: Angst angst angst.

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