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Lucky

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Jacaerys Velaryon Couple - Jacaerys X Reader Reader - Princess Y/n Targaryen (Jace's Wife) Rating - 18+ nudity/ raw sex/ full sex/ pinv/ Word Count - 1323

Jacaerys sat on the end of his bed, his fingers fixing the buttons on his tunic and tucking it into his leather breeches to make himself look presentable. A long yawn forced its way from his lips forcing him to screw up his face before springing back for normality.

"Must you go?" His beloved wife Y/n begged from her space still snuggled up in bed with only the sheets to conceal her.

They had only just gotten married, his family had insisted he marry his betrothed and start work on an heir… Which he was delighted to do. But their honeymoon was now officially over and he must return to the work of councils and court business. "I must,” He sighed reluctantly, "I hope the sooner I have this meeting, the quicker it will all be wrapped up. If my luck turns I should be back in your sweet embrace this evening."

She pouted and huffed a little,

He smiled at her as he finished putting his belt over his tunic, "Don't be stubborn Y/n, I don't look forward to going any more than you do." He suggested as he slipped his boots on, fastening them tight.

"It'll be pointless. Some lords angry about some other lords veiled insults." She sighed as she crawled to the end of the bed,

“It might be,” he sighed knowing she was likely right,

"Wouldn't my handsome prince prefer to be here with me?" She let the sheets drop to reveal her naked body and wrapped her arms around Jacaeryss torso,

"I… I would yes," He smirked, "Wouldn't my princess prefer her handsome prince to be in good standing with his lords?" He teased with a smile as he wrapped his arms around her,

"Your Princess would prefer her lord be standing between her legs." She whispered,

This brought a chuckle from Jacaerys's lips as he scooped her into his arms, "A tempting offer my Princess, but I would not be so easily swayed." He claimed as he dropped her onto the bed, quickly pouncing on after so he was hovering above her,

Y/n smiled as she looked up at him, fixing one of his curls from his face. But she giggled as she shifted her hips feeling just what her teasing had done to her husband and feeling satisfied that he'd either have to stay with her like she wanted or go face his lords with an obvious hard-on.

He let out a grunt as he bit his lip to stifle any further noise. He rolled his eyes and stood up, attempting to straighten his clothing while hiding the bulge.

She smirked opening her legs suggestively,

"I can see you are in a particularly playful mood today, you win." He admitted defeat with a half sigh half chuckle, as he laid down on the bed,

Y/n happily jumped into his lap and pulled Jacaerys in for a heavy kiss, as her lips met his, he found his worries melt away as he was reminded of why he loved her so much. She happily shifted closer and shifted her hips, her hands gliding down his tunic unbuttoning it and slipping her hands in to stroke his bare skin.

He let out a sigh of pleasure as her hands met his skin, a grin growing his hands moved down her back and grabbed her ass,

Y/n slid her lips down his jaw and began to kiss and nibble at his neck trying to find a spot to make a hickey,

Jacaerys's hand left her ass to rest on the back of her head where he gently massaged her neck, his eyes closed and a groan left his lips as he felt her kisses turn to gentle nibbles.

She moaned and found her favourite spot biting down and sucking to leave a hard and obvious hickey, as she does she grinds her hips down on him,

He moaned and pushed her onto the bed and quickly tossed his clothes leaving him naked, he knelt between her legs and growled down at her, “You're lucky I love you, else I'd be furious with you.”

She giggled and happily pulled him down into a kiss,

He kissed back hungrily, pressing his hips against hers, “I love you, my Princess.”

"I love you more." She cooed pulling his hips in her desperation,

"I could argue that for eternity, and you know it well.." He teased, stroking his cock a couple of times before he pushed hard and deep his hips hitting hers,

Y/n screamed in her pleasure throwing her head back,

Jacaerys let out a soft moan as he started moving his hips, his hands resting beside her head to brace himself. In his lust he wanted her to be his and his alone. “I'm yours, and you're all mine…” His voice was quiet, full of love but lust too.

"And I am yours my beloved Jacaerys" she cooed between her gasps and moans, her back arching high off the bed, her hips against his own.

He kissed back up to her lips and let out a moan as he bit his lip, his body ached as he moved a little faster “Do you like it, my Princess?”

"so much my Prince!" She screamed scratching down his back as her body trembled,

He moaned loudly, his body was covered with small scratches from their honeymoon and the sudden surge of pain sent him wild. “My princess…” He began to slow down, panting quietly and kissing her neck lovingly. He moved slowly, he knew her body and he knew she was close, he wanted it to be amazing for her.

Her moans became short and choppy between her gasps her eyes rolling back and her head shifting on the sheets his name falling freely from her lips,

His lips moved from her neck to bite his bottom lip hard, he tried his best to silence his sounds in fear of the guards outside hearing and then the servants of the castle.

Her fingers twisted in his hair as her hips jerked and she screamed a throaty animalistic squeal as she hit her orgasm,

Jacaerys joined her, he cried out and his body shook as he buried his seed deep inside her before he pulled out and collapsed down on the bed beside her,

She whimpers between her panting, unable to think straight after the rush of pleasure "ummmm I love you…" She muttered

His hand ran through her hair, “I love you too my princess,” He whispered in his soft voice,

Y/n giggled and snuggled up tightly with Jacaerys making sure she had a tight grip so he couldn't leave,

Jacaerys smiled and tightened his own grip on her, “You'll be pleased to know that I yield, I'm not going anywhere today. It's me and you, all day and all night.”

"Hummmm…" She mumbled not trusting him,

He leaned forward and kissed her hair lovingly “I promise you, not even the Seven could drag me away now…”

"You promise? No sneaking away when I fall asleep?"

He chuckled and kissed her head again “Promise. I will be here when you wake up, and every time you wake up from this night on…”

She nodded,

“I do ask that you fetch me some wine though… you tired me out, my princess.”

“Of course,” Y/n giggled and happily jumped out of bed and slipped on her nightie fetching him a goblet of wine "Here you are most handsome Prince of Westeros"

He chuckled and took the wine “My thanks, my beautiful Princess.” He smiled softly at her as he took a sip before he set the goblet on his bedside table and grabbed her arm softly to pull her into his lap. “I'm the luckiest prince in Westeros if I get to wake up with you every morning, Y/n.”

“You mean it?”

“Of course I do,” he cooed giving her lips a tender kiss,

“And I’m the luckiest princess to get to be married to you, Jacaerys.” She cooed nuzzling into his neck,

“A very, very lucky Prince and Princess.” He laughed, wrapping his arms around her tightly.

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Unfortunate Circumstance

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Jacaerys Velaryon Couple - Jacaerys X Reader Reader - Princess Y/n Targaryen Rating - 12 Word Count - 875

Y/n reclined comfortably in her bed, the soft fabric of her nightie gently embracing her rounded baby bump. The room was adorned with delicate hues of red, casting a warm and inviting glow. Her long hair tumbled down her shoulders in gentle waves, framing her face as she focused on the intricate task at hand.

With a steady hand, she threaded her needle, the vibrant embroidery thread slipping between her fingers with ease. She was working on a small, soft blanket for her impending arrival, each stitch a labour of love filled with her hopes and dreams for the little one. The rhythmic motion of her needle dancing through the fabric was both calming and fulfilling, as she envisioned the joy the blanket would bring their baby.

Her tranquillity was suddenly interrupted when she heard the creaking of the door to her chamber. A spark of excitement coursed through her, only to be replaced by a jolt of surprise when the door slammed shut behind whoever had entered. The sharp sound echoed in the otherwise serene space, and she looked up, her heart racing, curious about who had arrived so unexpectedly.

Jacaerys marched inside the chamber, he pulled his belt off and tossed his sword onto the table. And began to pace the rug.

She blinked three or four times before she sheepishly spoke up. “Is everything alright, my darling?”

“Those Lowlives!” He yelled, “Walking our halls! Eating our food! Thinking they are equals with us!”

She nodded slowly as she realised his stress, “You are their prince, they know they are not equal to you Jacaerys.” she reassured,

“They are an affront to us!” He yelled, “They ride our family dragons, they sleep in our ancient castle, she plans to dress them in fine clothes and fly our house banner!” He yelled, “What… what is there left for us? What do we have to separate us… from the rabble?” his voice broke and tears welled up in his eyes,

Y/n paused in her work, as she turned her attention to Jacaerys. With a warm smile, she opened her arms wide, inviting him to come closer.

Jacaerys, still sniffling softly, slowly crawled onto the bed, his little movements deliberate as he nestled himself between her legs. He rested his head against her belly, seeking the comfort and warmth only his wife could provide.

Y/n's heart swelled with affection at the sight. She wrapped her arms around him, enveloping him in a cocoon of safety and love. Her fingers found their way into his hair, gently combing through the soft strands as she stroked his head in a soothing rhythm. Each gentle caress was a silent promise of protection and warmth, a moment of solace in their shared world. “You are far more than your dragon, more than your castle, more than your clothes, and far more than whatever banner you fly my darling. You are a wonderful man, you are kind, sweet, caring, gentle, smart… handsome.” She told him,

Which made him laugh, “Thank you… But- but if these bastards can do all this… what separates me from them?”

“You are a Targaryen prince,”

“You know what I am…” he muttered,

“Regardless, your mother is Queen. You are her prince, regardless of your father.”

“I am a basard… I am no better then them.”

“You were raised here, in this life. Trained always to be the prince, to be king someday. And you will be.” she cooed, “You are no bastard, you are you’re mother’s first born and nothing will ever take that from you.”

“... Do you not feel fury? At the Dragon seeds?”

“...I am not happy.” She answered, “But… if a lowborn from Hull riding a dragon is what puts your mother on the throne she is owed. It is a pill I will swallow, for the greater good.”

“Can we trust them?”

“I suppose we must.” she nodded,

“How does it not repulse you? To know… you carry a bastard’s child?”

She scoffed, “I carry your child, my darling,” she cooed, “The child of a handsome dragon prince, that I adore so much.”

“I adore you too.” he whispered, “And I adore you, my sweet,” he cooed, kissing her bump,

“Humm, they adore you too.” she chuckled, “Can you say hello to your daddy?”

Both of them remained perfectly still, their hearts racing with anticipation as they held their breath, waiting for a sign. The room was filled with an almost palpable silence, broken only by the soft sounds of their breathing. Then, at last, a delightful flutter from within broke the tension—the little baby kicked. They exchanged glances, eyes wide with awe, feeling the tiny movement as a gentle reminder of the life growing inside.

“Awwww!” she cooed,

“Humm, hello my sweet.” he smiled as he rubbed his nose on her bump,

“I know you are unhappy with this Jacaerys, but… it is just an unfortunate circumstance.”

“I know…” he sighed, “Thank you Y/n. You are more help than you know.” he cooed,

“Thank you,”

“I promise, I will try to… complain less.” he sighed, “But if this is what must be done, to make you my queen, and this little one prince or princess of the realm… then I shall accept it.” he smiled as he leant up and pressed a tender kiss to her lips. 

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Apologize 

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Jacaerys Velaryon Couple - Jacaerys X Reader Reader - Princess Y/n Targaryen (Jace's Wife) Rating - 15 Word Count - 887

Jacaerys along with his wife and sibling Y/n, made their way into the dining hall of Dragonstone. They had come in from a frustration-clearing afternoon flight on Vermax and Tessani, however, they expected to meet their mother in the dining room, not two dragon seeds already helping themselves to the feast.

“We are meant to be in the training yard, learning the commands.” One said,

“And I will, but they cannot deny me being late until my stomach is filled,” The other laughed his feet on the table and food scraps falling to the floor,

“What are you doing here?” Jacaerys asked, “Remove your feet from the table.”

“I’d rather not.” the man snapped back,

“Ulf-” The first man attempted to mediate,

“It is not up to you. You are a guest here.” Y/n told him,

“Who’s it up to then? Maid girl?” Ulf asked,

“Maid!” Y/n gasped,

Jacaerys immediately grabbed her hand, “You will speak to us with more respect. Apologize at once!”

“Who’s gonna make me? Boy?”

“Ulf!” Hugh stopped him, “This is Prince Jacaerys Velaryon and Princess Y/n Targaryen.”

“Prince Jacaerys Verlayon,” Ulf got to his feet, wiping his hands down his shirt, “And Princess Y/n Targaryen, who’d have thought it.”

“They live here.” Hugh reminded,

“I have yet to hear my ladies' apology,”

Ulf rather foolishly wrapped his arms around Jacaerys in an embrace,

A rage boiled below the prince’s eyes,

“The young Prince! My handsome nephew.” He laughed joyfully as he pulled back giving Jacaery’s arms a firm tap, “And look at that hair-” He tried to reach for Jacaery’s dark curls but his wrist was stopped hard and fast before a single strand could be touched, almost breaking the man’s wrist. “As dark as they say! Don’t let them tell us we don’t have Targaryen Blood, ‘ey?!” He laughed, “And of course, My Beautiful niece!” he then wrapped his arms around Y/n, “As sweet as the songs aren’t you?” He laughed as he pulled back, “Don’t you worry darlin’ you can think of me as your fun, dirty uncle.” He smirked slapping her on the backside, “Us Targaryens do go in for that sort of thing,”

Y/n squealed and immediately escaped Ulf’s grip to the comfort of Jacaery’s arms,

“You. Dare. Lay. Your. Filthy. Hands. Upon. My. WIFE!” Jacaerys growled, “She is the princess of the realm! Not to be fondled by the likes of you!”

“Of course, didn’t mean to upset the little princess.” he chuckled, “Guess she’s only for your hands to fondle then?”

“How dare you-” Y/n began,

“Dragon riders. All of us lot. Cut from the same cloth.” Ulf changed the subject,

“It is a sacred inheritance, Of our family. Of which you know nothing!” Jacaerys growled,

“Forgive him, My prince, My princess. Ulf is… not use to the manners of the court.” Hugh spoke up,

“No manners at all,” Y/n muttered,

“I’d have to agree with my princess, No manners at all I’d say.” Jacaerys spat, “The dragon and its power is a right you have not earned. And when the flames come from the sky will you be at our side? Or will you make yourself easy and hidden? If you hinder our efforts in this war, by sloth or cowardice I will have you hung and your body fed to the dogs in the street!” Jacaerys warned,

“I- I am sorry my prince.” Ulf bowed,

“Now you will apologize to my princess.”

“Forgive me, princess.”

“Good.” he nodded, “and if I see you lay your eyes on her again, I will have them plucked from your skull and fed to the birds.” Jacaerys moved closer, “If I find a hand has been laid on her, I will have it sawn from your wrist and left for my dragon to snack on,” he moved closer right into Ulf’s dirty face, “As for anything else as our fun dirty uncle… If I find out anything else has touched her, And I WILL find out. I will have your manhood cut from your body and shoved up your ass.” He yelled, “Do you understand?”

Ulf nodded with a gulp, “Yes My prince, sorry…”

Hugh ushered Ulf away with him to go for their training,

As soon as they were gone Jacaerys wrapped his arms around Y/n, her head tight in his chest, his hand on her cheek, he kissed her forehead, then her nose, then her cheeks and finally her lips in a long tongue-filled kiss, only broken by his words. “Are you alright my sweet?”

“I think so,” she nodded, “What a horrid man!”

“I know, I do believe I already regret this idea.”

“You couldn’t know the scum your net would drag up from the sea bed my love,”

“I know…” he nodded, “But still, we seem to have found the sickest of the scum.”

“Makes you wonder why the dragons chose them?”

“Who knows the minds of those old dragons.” he sighed, “But if he so much as looks at you again I want to know about it my sweet.”

“I will tell you, I promise.” she nodded giving him another sweet kiss,

“Us Targaryen’s…” Jacaerys cursed the words,

“He is as much a Targaryen as I am a Lyseni.”

Jacaerys chuckled and gave his wife a tender kiss, “Come, let us feast in our chambers tonight. Alone.”

She nodded in agreement and held his hand tight as they made their way through dragonstone's long corridors to their chambers. 

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I'm Terrified

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Jacaerys Velaryon Couple - Jacaerys X Reader Reader - Lady Y/n Targaryen (Jace's Wife) Rating - 13 (Mentions Of Pregnancy and Pregnancy loss Fears) Word Count - 1020

Jacaerys stood in the dimly lit nursery, his figure rigid as he had been for nearly a month. Each day felt like an eternity, consumed by the demanding study of High Valyrian and the rigorous training sessions enforced by his mother. Now, in this moment of solitude, he found himself drawn to the wooden crib. He leaned forward, resting his palms against the smooth wood, his gaze fixed on the delicate mobile that hung overhead. The dragons and seahorses swayed gently, casting ghostly shadows that danced across the room’s pale walls. Jacaerys felt a lump form in his throat as a deep sense of anxiety swirled within him, rendering him nearly incapable of sleep.

The room felt surreal and dreamlike as if it existed in a fragile bubble that might shatter the moment he closed his eyes. It was a place filled with hope and trepidation, a fragile sanctuary that whispered of futures. He swallowed hard, desperate to hold onto the reality before him, fearing that letting go if only for a moment, might erase everything he cherished.

Lady Y/n glided gracefully through the ancient stone halls of Dragonstone, her long, flowing gown trailing behind her. She cradled her prominent baby bump with both hands, the gentle movement a soothing comfort as she navigated the dimly lit corridors. Each step echoed softly. After a few moments of searching, she found her husband exactly where he had spent nearly every day for the past few months. A smile brightened her face as she entered, the sight of him bent over a small cradle bringing her tremendous joy. "There you are," she said softly, the sound almost a whisper, "I've been looking for you."

"I'm here." he was, but not in body. No in mind.

"Are you alright, my darling?" She asked,

He opened his mouth, to speak as usual. ‘I'm fine.’ But the words failed him and he turned around, eyes slightly red. "No I'm not," he confessed,

She slowly stepped closer, "what is it? Whatever is the matter?" She asked offering her hand,

He was silent, but took her hand, placing it over his hammering heart. "I'm terrified."

She nodded and forced a smile, "It's normal to be scared,"

He looked at her stomach, a shaking hand reaching towards it. "For so long I have held a sword in my hand, stood against fire-breathing dragons and faced down my own family with blades at my throat." His hand splayed over her stomach, "But I am frightened of something so small."

"Why are you frightened of him? He will cause you no harm at least until he’s old enough to hold a sword to you." She laughed, "He will love you as you did your father."

"What if I don't know how to be a Father." he protested. His eyes moved from the stomach then to hers, he could see his own fear reflected back at him in her eyes, "What if I ruin everything, ruin HIM."

"… Jacaerys." She sighed, taking his hand and kissing it, "this is our first child, we are going to make mistakes somewhere, somehow there is no way to avoid everything. All we can do… Is our best."

He let out a choked sob, pulling her into his arms, and resting his chin on her shoulder. His arms wrapped tight around her back, pulling her as close to his chest as he could. Breathing in deeply, almost like he was trying to memorise the very scent of her. "You'll be a great mother," he murmured the words into her shoulder. He knew he was trying to reassure himself more than anything else.

She held him gently too, running her hand through his hair, "And you will be a fantastic father."

He was quiet, letting her touch soothe him. He closed his eyes, letting her words float over him. It still felt unreal. But he slowly nodded, "Yes… yes I will." he agreed, slowly pulling himself back to look at her face, "Will you do something for me?"

"Of course." She smiled

His hand gently came to cover hers as she held her growing stomach. "Promise me." he said softly, "Promise me I won't lose you."

The fear briefly flashed across her face. "… You know I can't promise that,”

“Then lie to me…” he closed his eyes. "Please." He was begging, and he knew it. He'd never grovelled, never pleaded in his life but he did then, he got to his knees in front of her and took both her hands in his, "Please, promise me I won’t lose you."

She forced a smile and held his hands in hers leaning down to brush his curls, "I promise. I will do all I can." She smiled,

he exhaled slowly. His hands squeezed her arms and he moved to rest his head against her belly, his ear to it. "Thank you," he mumbled into the fabric of her dress.

She softly giggled as her bump began to shift, "awww, he knows you're hugging him." Just as the baby kicked and he felt the movement against his head,

"He's…he's kicking." he felt it again, right against his cheek and he was amazed. His eyes closed, tears forming once more. He had truly been an idiot.

"He's waving, he's saying 'hi daddy' and giving you a little kiss," she laughed,

he laughed softly, and moved gently, pressing his hand against where he could feel the baby, rubbing lightly as he spoke, "Is he now? Little one, are you saying 'hi daddy'?"

Her bump kicked hard in reply.

he laughed at that, rubbing his palm against her stomach again as the baby moved. It was such a simple thing but it was making it all real. Every doubt, every fear he'd held dissolved away with each bump against his cheek and kick back. His eyes moved up from the floor to look up at her, "We can’t wait to meet you little boy."

“We can’t, We’re ever so excited.” She smiled, “Come Jacaerys. You need to rest.” she pleaded,

He nodded and pressed a kiss to her bump before getting to his feet and kissing her lips, “Of course, my love,” he agreed, keeping her in his arms as they headed to their rooms.

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House Of Christmas P3

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Jacaerys Velaryon Couple - None Reader - None Rating - 12 Word Count - 1170

Fictional Advent Day Tweleve

Jace hesitated, lingering at a distance as he observed the complete chaos unfolding before him. He couldn't help but entertain the faint hope that by keeping his distance, any casual observers might assume he wasn't associated with the tumult. His gaze swept over the scene as his family emerged from their vehicles, amid a cacophony of shouts and wails from unhappy babies. Each person appeared to be as discontented as possible as they ventured out into the snow.

The family trudged through the thick snow toward the inviting green door, eager to escape the biting cold. As they entered the house, they were greeted by an insane scene. Viserys and Otto sat comfortably in their chairs. Heleana stood by the window, her gaze fixed outside as Aemond sat beside her. Aegon and Daeron perched on the staircase, with Gwayne casually leaning against it. Alicent, elegant in her dress, stood poised and ready to welcome them. Harwin and Daemon burst through the door, still engrossed in a lively debate, while the spirited twins, Beala and Rheana, hurried in right after, immediately seeking out Heleana to continue a conversation they had likely been engrossed in during the journey. Leana followed closely behind, her belly swollen with pregnancy. Meanwhile, Luke assisted Rhaynera in bringing in all the necessities for baby Aegon, Viserys and still toddler Joffery.

Jace lingered at the threshold, taking in the chaos of greetings, shouting, and festive revelry.

“You certainly took your time arriving,” Alicent said,

“The roads were hardly our fault,” Rhyanera replied as she slipped off her coat revealing the skin-tight red dress.

Earring a wolf whistle from both Harwin and Daemon,

Gwayne raised an eyebrow at Rhaynera's choice. Daemon's and Harwin's appreciative catcalls earned them scathing glares from not only Viserys but also Leana and the ever-observant Alicent.

Jace stood awkwardly in the background, observing the unfolding scene of family dynamics.

“Nevertheless you're here now.” Alicent sighed directing everyone to their rooms,

“Dibs on the beds!” Luke exclaimed, racing into the room. He leapt onto one of the double beds, bouncing slightly on the soft mattress as a wide grin spread across his face.

“It’s our house, so it’s only fair that Aemond and I get the beds,” Aemond argued, crossing his arms defiantly. He glanced at the other boys, his brow furrowing with determination.

“Yes, but we are your guests and that should count for something,” Jacaerys countered, raising an eyebrow as he stepped closer to the bed where Luke was now sprawled out comfortably.

“Honestly, I don’t want to share a bed with any of you guys,” Aegon chimed in,

“Okay, let’s settle this diplomatically,” Jacaerys sighed, rolling his eyes slightly. He took a moment, gathering his thoughts before he continued, “How about we take a vote? All in favour of Luke and me getting the beds while Aemond and Aegon sleep on the floor?”

With a sense of camaraderie, both Jace and Luke raised their hands eagerly,

“And all in favour of us receiving the beds while the strong boys take on the floor?” Aemond posed the question, his voice tinged with mock seriousness.

Both Aegon and Aemond eagerly raised their hands,

“Stalemate, then. Daeron? What’s your vote?” Aegon redirected the inquiry, scanning the room for his brother. “...Daeron… where the hell did you—Ah!”

“I literally haven’t moved,” Daeron replied with a weary sigh, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed.

Luke chuckled, shaking his head. “I swear you must have some sort of invisibility cloak that we’re unaware of.”

“If I did, I certainly wouldn’t be sharing that secret with you,” Daeron quipped back, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Why not just divide the beds among us?”

“Share? But we’re…” Aegon’s voice trailed off, uncertainty creeping in as he glanced at his brothers.

A moment of silence hung in the air, and a look of shared confusion passed between them, each searching for the right words.

“...Related?” Jacaerys finally suggested,

Daeron rolled his eyes dramatically. “Aemond and Aegon have one bed, while Lucerys and Jacaerys claim the other.” He gestured toward the respective beds, his tone both sarcastic and resigned.

“What about you?” Aemond asked, raising an inquisitive eyebrow.

“I’d be more than happy to take the sofa if it means you all will just zip it,” Daeron replied, exhaling heavily as he slumped against the wall.

“Fine,” Jacaerys nodded in agreement, the decision finally reaching a reluctant conclusion among them all.

Once the room was meticulously unpacked, Jacaerys and lucerys quietly tiptoed downstairs, his eyes scanning the well-stocked kitchen for snacks to stash away in the bedroom. Thy hoped to grab a handful of treats without arousing suspicion, but just as he was about to make his escape, a familiar voice rang out.

“Jace, Luke! Come help your little brothers,” Rhaynera called, her voice warm yet commanding. Young Viserys and Aegon flanked her, their cheeks rosy from the excitement. They sat at the table, which was adorned with an array of colourful decorations and an ample supply of materials for building gingerbread people and houses. Jaehaerys, Jaehaera, and Megor were already engrossed in the sugary chaos, with Alicent overseeing, though her version of help seemed more about crafting her own elaborate creations while the younger ones feasted on candy and created a delightful mess. Heleana diligently painted intricate sigils on cookies with vibrant icing, her brows furrowed in concentration.

“Actually, we were going to head upstairs for some games with Aegon and Aemond,” Jacaerys lied.

“Jace. Come on,” Rhaynera implored, a look of gentle exasperation on her face.

“Why can’t Dad help them?” Lucerys chimed in,

“Because Hawin has gone to fetch firewood,” she replied, a slight frown crossing her lips.

“Mom, can we please—” Jacaerys started, but his mother cut him off with a stern look.

“Sit,” Rhaynera commanded, her gaze firm.

“Yes, Mom,” they both replied in unison, resigning to their fate. They sat down at the table, reluctantly joining in the spirited chaos, helping the younger children with their icing and decorations.

“How sweet,” Alicent remarked with a smile,. She then excused herself, and dragged Aemond and Aegon to come down, so that she and Rhaynera could sneak off to enjoy some much-needed wine.

“Hmmm, if I take this cola bottle… and some icing… Ha!” Aegon exclaimed, a mischievous smirk spreading across his face. “I gave him a dick.”

“Hilarious, Aegon,” Aemond sighed, rolling his eyes. “Hand me exactly sixteen red M&M’s.”

“Here you go,” Luke said, a bored tone creeping into his voice.

“...These are deep pink,” Aemond replied, scrutinizing the candies.

“Dude, just take them,” Luke retorted, exasperation evident.

“Fine,” Aemond grumbled, accepting the vibrant candies.

“Jace, come on, help me with my tower,” Luke urged, his excitement palpable.

“Are you going to transform it into a horrific tragedy?” Jacaerys asked, a teasing glint in his eye.

“Of course! It’s gingerbread. It has to be horrific,” Luke replied, his imagination already running wild.

“I want no part in your attempts to scare the little ones again,” Jacaerys shook his head, determined to remain uninvolved.

“I’ll gladly take part in it,” Aegon volunteered, a devious smile creeping onto his face.

“When is dinner, anyway?” Daemon inquired from his comfortable perch on the couch, casually draped across Leana lounging beside him.