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Tangled Hearts - Jace Velaryon x Sister!Reader.

Summary : You now stood on the precipice of an uncertain future. The very air felt heavy with the weight of the decisions you were about to make. The prophesied marriage to Aemond loomed over you like a shadow, a marriage that had been arranged by your mother in the name of duty and alliance. But your heart was elsewhere, with Jace, your closest confidant and the one you had shared your deepest fears, joys, and love with.

Jace Velaryon Masterlist.

House Of The Dragon Masterlist.

The sea breeze brushed against your face as you stood on the deck of the ship, gazing at the imposing silhouette of the Red Keep rising over the cliffs of King’s Landing. The journey from Dragonstone had been long, filled with anticipation and tension. The purpose of this voyage weighed heavily on your mind: the dispute over the Driftmark succession, fueled by Vaemond Velaryon’s proclamation that Lucerys was not the rightful heir.

Your mother, Rhaenyra, and her husband, Daemon, stood nearby, their expressions stoic yet determined. The conflict was not just about titles or lands; it was about legacy and the future of your family. As you observed them, you heard Jace’s voice calling out to you.

“Vaemond’s demands are absurd,” Jace remarked, his brow furrowed with frustration. “Driftmark belongs to Luke. It’s his by right.”

You nodded, your eyes scanning the horizon before settling on Lucerys. He stood at the edge of the ship, his gaze lost in the rolling waves. His usually bright demeanor was overshadowed by the weight of the challenge ahead.

You approached him quietly, placing a reassuring arm around his shoulders. “Luke,” you said softly, “everything will be fine. You are the rightful heir. We all know that. Grandfather knows that. No matter what Vaemond says, the truth is on your side.”

Lucerys turned to look at you, his eyes reflecting a mix of anxiety and hope. “I wish I had your confidence,” he murmured. “It feels like… like I’m walking into a battle I might not win.”

“You won’t be alone,” you assured him. “We’ll all stand by you. Mother, Daemon, Jace, me—we’re a family. Vaemond’s words are just that: words. They can’t change who you are or your place in Driftmark.”

He offered a small, grateful smile, though the worry did not entirely leave his face. “Thank you,” he whispered. “I needed to hear that.”

As the ship drew closer to the harbor, you tightened your grip on his shoulder. The familiar outline of King’s Landing grew more distinct, its bustling docks teeming with activity. The city awaited your arrival, along with the court where your family’s fate in Driftmark would be contested.

Jace joined you, standing by Lucerys’s other side. “Together,” Jace said firmly, “we’ll face whatever comes. As a family.”

Lucerys glanced between you and Jace, a glimmer of determination replacing some of his apprehension. The bond between you all was unbreakable, a shield against the uncertainties ahead.

The ship docked with a creak and a groan, the gangplank lowered to welcome you into the city. As you descended, the weight of your mission pressed on your shoulders, but so did the strength of your unity. With your family at your side, you knew you could face whatever challenges lay within the walls of the Red Keep.

As the carriage rolled to a stop, you stepped out into the courtyard, surprised by the eerie stillness that greeted you. The usual fanfare, the welcoming party that once would have marked your family’s arrival, was conspicuously absent. The emptiness of the grounds sent a chill through the air, making the Red Keep feel more foreign than familiar.

Your mother, Rhaenyra, and Daemon exchanged a glance before turning to you and your siblings. “We’ll go to the king’s chambers first,” Rhaenyra said, her voice calm but with an undertone of concern. “You and the others go inside and settle. We’ll come find you after we��ve spoken with him.”

You nodded, watching as they made their way towards the royal quarters. Jace and Luke, perhaps eager to shake off the unease of the journey, decided to head towards the training grounds. “We’ll see you later,” Jace said with a reassuring smile. “Let us know if you need anything.”

Left to your own devices, you wandered through the familiar yet altered corridors of the Red Keep. The once vibrant hallways, adorned with the proud sigils and tapestries of House Targaryen, were now draped in somber hues, the Faith of the Seven’s banners replacing the dragon’s sigil. It was as if the very essence of your heritage had been stripped away, replaced by something cold and foreign.

Your footsteps echoed softly against the stone floor as you made your way to your old chambers. Pushing open the heavy door, a wave of nostalgia washed over you. The room was just as you had left it, yet the weight of time and memory made it feel different.

You moved to the window where you once spent countless afternoons, your thoughts drifting back to simpler times—playing with Helaena, her soft laughter filling the room as you both made up stories, and those quiet moments spent comforting your mother while she rocked Luke to sleep.

The memories came rushing back, bittersweet and vivid. You could almost hear the echoes of your past selves, the warmth of those days mingling with the present’s uncertainty. You placed a hand on the bedpost, the fabric of the canopy above still bearing the faint scent of rose, just as it had all those years ago.

A sigh escaped your lips as you took in the room, your heart caught between longing for the past and bracing for what lay ahead. The Red Keep had always been a place of power, of family. Now, it seemed a shadow of its former self, wrapped in unfamiliarity and the whispers of change.

After changing into more formal attire suitable for court, you found yourself wandering the familiar halls of the Red Keep. The whispers of the past seemed to linger in every corner, but your thoughts were interrupted when your feet led you to a balcony overlooking the training yard. Below, your eyes immediately caught sight of your uncle, Aemond, engaged in a fierce sparring session with Ser Criston Cole.

Aemond’s movements were swift and precise, his singular focus on the fight evident. But as the session ended, you noticed him turn towards Jace and Luke, his demeanor shifting to something colder, harsher. His words, though inaudible from where you stood, were clearly cutting, the tension palpable even from a distance.

Without thinking, you called out to him, your voice cutting through the din of the yard. “Aemond!” you called, your tone firm but not unkind. His head snapped up at the sound of your voice, surprise flickering across his face as he looked up to see you standing there. The harsh lines of his expression softened for a brief moment, replaced by a fleeting look of something unreadable.

You descended the steps from the balcony, your presence drawing the attention of the others in the yard. Jace, ever protective, was at your side in moments, his hand lightly resting on your back as a silent gesture of support. “We should head inside,” he suggested gently, his eyes darting between you and Aemond. “Mother is expecting us.”

You nodded, casting one last glance at Aemond, whose expression had returned to its usual stoic mask. There was a time when that face held warmth for you, but now it seemed an echo of something long lost. Without another word, you turned with Jace and Luke, making your way back towards the Keep.

As you walked, the tension in the air gradually eased, Jace’s presence beside you grounding your thoughts. The weight of court politics, of family dynamics, and old wounds hung heavy, but for now, you focused on the path ahead, the anticipation of seeing your mother again lending you strength.

Inside, the corridors of the Keep felt cooler, quieter. The bustle of servants and the murmurs of courtiers filled the background as you and your brothers made your way to your mother’s chambers. The familiar sight of her standing there, awaiting your arrival, brought a sense of comfort and resolve. Whatever challenges lay ahead, you would face them together, as a family.

The tension in the throne room was palpable as your family stood before King Viserys, who sat weakly on the Iron Throne, his once formidable presence diminished by the passage of time. Vaemond Velaryon stood boldly before the court, declaring himself the rightful heir to Driftmark, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. His words stirred unease among those gathered, and you could see Luke shifting uncomfortably, the weight of expectation and fear evident in his young features.

Rhaenys, your grandmother, rose gracefully, her voice calm yet authoritative. “And to secure the future of House Velaryon, Rhaenyra had given me a proposal” she announced, “it has been decided that Baela will wed Jace, and Rhaena will marry Luke.” Her words sent a ripple through the court, the tension momentarily giving way to murmurs of approval and surprise.

You felt a brief moment of relief for your brothers, but it was short-lived. Rhaenyra, your mother, stepped forward, her gaze steady as she addressed the court. “In the spirit of unity and to solidify our bond,” she declared, “I propose a marriage between my daughter and Prince Aemond.”

The air seemed to still as her words hung in the air. Your heart sank, a rush of shock and disbelief coursing through you. This was not what you had anticipated, and the very thought of it made your pulse quicken. You stole a glance at Aemond, who stood a few steps away, his eye fixed on you with a look of satisfaction. He seemed entirely unperturbed, as if this arrangement had been his expectation all along.

Jace leaned in close to you, his voice a hurried whisper. “This cannot happen,” he insisted, his concern mirrored in his eyes. “A marriage between you and Aemond… it’s madness. We won’t allow it.”

You swallowed hard, trying to compose yourself as the room erupted into quiet murmurs and speculative glances. Aemond’s gaze never left you, the corner of his mouth twitching in what could almost be a smirk. He knew the power this proposal wielded, the way it shifted the dynamics of the room, and he was relishing every moment.

King Viserys, frail but still holding the authority of his station, raised a hand to silence the room. His voice, though weakened, carried the weight of a king. “If this union is to bring peace and unity to our houses,” he said slowly, “then it must be considered.”

Your mind raced, the implications of such a union spinning wildly. The idea of being bound to Aemond, of living under the same roof, seemed unbearable. Yet, here you were, standing in a court where decisions were made not on love or preference but on politics and alliances.

Alicent stepped forward, her voice calm and deliberate. “I am honored by the proposal princess,” she said, looking directly at you. “It is a union that will strengthen our house.”

You clenched your fists at your sides, feeling the weight of the room’s eyes on you, expecting your reaction. Jace’s hand brushed yours, a silent reminder that you were not alone, that your family stood with you, even as the walls of this court seemed to close in.

The air in your mother’s solar was thick with tension as the door clicked shut behind you. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, the weight of the situation pressing down on you. The echoes of the tense discussions in the throne room still reverberated in your mind, the words of your mother, Rhaenyra, ringing in your ears.

“I will not marry him,” you said, your voice shaking with frustration and anger. “I am not some pawn to be played with! I will not be used as part of some political game, especially not with someone like Aemond!”

Rhaenyra stood across from you, her face hardening at your outburst. There was no softness in her eyes now, no hint of the warmth you had always felt from her. This was not the mother who had comforted you in your darkest times; this was a heir to the throne, a princess, doing what she thought was best for the family and the realm.

“You don’t understand,” she replied, her voice steady and resolute. “This is not just about you. It’s about securing our family’s future, about keeping the peace between families. The kingdom needs stability, and this marriage is what will bring that.”

You shook your head, struggling to control the emotions flooding through you. “I don’t care about politics! I care about my own happiness, my freedom!” Your fists clenched at your sides, the anger and hurt welling up within you. “I’m not a piece in your game, Mother! I’m your daughter!”

Rhaenyra took a deep breath, and you could see the exhaustion on her face, the toll of the decisions she had to make for the good of the family. But there was no turning back for her, not now. “I know this is difficult, but I’m doing what I must. Aemond may not be ideal, but this marriage will solidify our claim. You have no choice in this matter.”

Her words cut deeper than any blade. You couldn’t understand how she could be so calm, so detached. You felt betrayed, alone in a room filled with the remnants of your family’s decisions.

“I refuse to be a tool for your schemes,” you said, your voice trembling with the weight of your emotions. “I won’t be shackled to him. I won’t live a life where I am nothing more than a pawn to you and to him.”

For a moment, there was silence between you, the air thick with the unspoken tension. Rhaenyra looked at you with a mixture of regret and determination. “This is what is best, for all of us. You’ll learn to see it that way in time.”

Tears threatened to spill from your eyes, but you held them back, not wanting to appear weak. “I’ll never see it that way,” you whispered, your heart aching.

Rhaenyra’s expression softened for just a moment, but then it hardened again. “I understand you’re angry. But this is not up for debate. It’s already been decided.”

As you stood there, facing your mother, the weight of your fate pressing down on you, you knew that this was a battle you couldn’t win. But that didn’t mean you would accept it quietly. You would fight, somehow, some way. This wasn’t just about marriage; this was about control, about your future.

And you would not let them take that from you.

You walked through the corridors of the Red Keep, your mind still reeling from the conversation with your mother. Her words, her decisions, they weighed heavily on your heart, and you couldn’t shake the feeling of betrayal and helplessness. Without thinking much further, you found yourself standing in front of Jace’s room. You hesitated for a moment, but then pushed the door open.

Inside, Jace was sitting by the window, gazing out at the courtyard below. His expression was distant, but it softened when he noticed you standing in the doorway. You didn’t say a word; instead, you crossed the room and kissed him, a desperate need to feel his warmth and comfort overwhelming you.

Jace was initially taken aback, but then he kissed you back, pulling you closer. His lips were familiar, grounding you in the midst of the chaos swirling around you. He always knew when something was wrong, and without a single word, he wrapped his arms around you.

The two of you often did this, seeking solace in each other’s presence when the world became too overwhelming. You never needed to explain; the touch, the kiss, they said everything. His gentle hands cupped your face, as if to reassure you, and the tightness in your chest slowly started to ease.

“I’m here,” Jace whispered, his voice low, comforting. “Whatever happens, we’ll get through it together.”

You pressed your forehead against his, taking a deep breath. It was easy to forget everything in moments like these, to just let go of the weight of your family’s expectations, the pressure of the decisions you couldn’t control. For just a moment, you let yourself be held, your thoughts quieting as you allowed yourself to focus only on the warmth of his embrace.

“I don’t want this,” you murmured, your voice shaky. “I don’t want to marry Aemond. I don’t want to be part of this political game.”

Jace’s grip tightened around you, his fingers threading through your hair as he kissed your temple. “I know,” he said softly, his voice firm but tender. “I know, and I’m not going to let you go through this alone. I won’t let them take you from me.”

You lifted your head slightly to meet his eyes, feeling the sincerity in his words. There was something comforting about his unwavering confidence, something that made you believe that, despite everything, there was still hope.

“You deserve to have a choice,” Jace continued. “And I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you get it.”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked at him, overwhelmed by the weight of the situation but comforted by his support. “I don’t know how this will end, Jace. But I know I don’t want to face it without you.”

He kissed you again, this time with more intensity, as if he was trying to convey everything he couldn’t say. The kiss was long and deep, filled with promises of strength and resilience. When he pulled away, he gave you a reassuring smile, his hand gently brushing away a tear that had escaped down your cheek.

“Whatever happens, we’ll fight for what’s right,” he whispered, his voice full of determination. “You’re not alone in this. Not now, not ever.”

You nodded, feeling a sense of peace settle over you for the first time that day. With Jace by your side, maybe there was still hope. You didn’t know what the future would hold, but you knew you wouldn’t face it alone.

And that was enough for now.

The private solar was bathed in the warm glow of candlelight, casting flickering shadows on the richly adorned walls. Your family gathered around the long dining table, savoring the feast laid out to celebrate your return to the Red Keep. You sat between Aemond and Jace, the atmosphere around the table seemingly pleasant, but an undercurrent of tension simmered beneath the surface.

Throughout the meal, Aemond remained composed, his sharp eyes observing everyone with a quiet intensity. Jace, seated on your other side, kept his attention on you, his protective nature evident in every glance and subtle gesture. As the evening progressed, the soft strains of music began to fill the room, signaling the start of the evening’s entertainment.

Aemond turned to you, a small, knowing smile on his lips. “May I have this dance?” he asked, extending his hand toward you. His voice was smooth, but there was a command in his tone that left little room for refusal.

You hesitated, feeling the weight of Jace’s gaze on you. Reluctantly, you placed your hand in Aemond’s and allowed him to guide you to the center of the room. The music swelled, and Aemond’s arm slid around your waist, pulling you closer than necessary as you began to move in time with the rhythm. His grip was firm, almost possessive, as he guided you through the dance. “You seem tense,” he murmured, his lips close to your ear. “I would think you’d be more… enthusiastic about your impending future as my wife.”

You stiffened at his words, your eyes darting to where Jace sat, his gaze fixed on you with a mixture of concern and simmering anger. Aemond noticed the direction of your glance and tightened his hold slightly, forcing your attention back to him. “You’ll learn soon enough,” he continued, his voice low and smooth, “that your place is here, by my side. Once we’re married, you’ll forget all about your little infatuations.”

You met his gaze, a spark of defiance flaring in your chest. “I’m not a prize to be won, Aemond,” you whispered harshly. “And this marriage—if it happens—won’t change who I am or what I want.”

His lips curved into a faint smirk, but his eyes remained cold. “We’ll see about that,” he replied, his tone dripping with confidence. “In time, you’ll come to understand that your place is here, in the Red Keep, as my wife.”

His grip tightened, a smirk playing on his lips as he leaned in closer. “You’ll come to understand,” he said softly, “that resistance is futile. You’ll be mine, in every way that matters.”

Before you could respond, you felt a sudden, firm pull on your arm. Jace had risen from his seat and crossed the room in a few determined strides. His hand gripped your wrist as he gently but firmly pulled you away from Aemond’s grasp.

“That’s enough,” Jace said, his voice cold and steady. He positioned himself between you and Aemond, his protective stance clear. “She’s not yours to command, Aemond.”

Aemond’s smirk faltered, his eyes narrowing as he stepped back. “You overstep, Jacaerys,” he warned, his tone icy. “This is a matter of family.”

Jace’s grip on your hand tightened slightly, his jaw clenched. “And she is my family,” he retorted. “I won’t stand by while you treat her as if she’s a pawn in your game.”

You could feel the tension crackling between them, the unspoken animosity that had simmered for years now threatening to erupt. You gently placed a hand on Jace’s arm, hoping to defuse the situation. “Let’s go,” you whispered, your voice shaky but firm.

Before you could utter another word, Aemond's cold, measured voice cut through the tense atmosphere. "You know, Jacaerys, it's not your place to concern yourself with her," he said, his gaze locked onto Jace with a smug glint in his eye. "Well yes, she's your sister. But shouldn't your thoughts be more focused on Baela, your betrothed? Or perhaps..."

Aemond's smirk widened, a cruel edge to his words, "you've already had her in your bed. Is that why you're so opposed to our union? Afraid of losing what's no longer yours to keep?"

The room seemed to hold its breath as the weight of Aemond's insinuation settled over everyone present. Jace's face darkened with a mix of fury and disgust, his grip on your hand tightening before he abruptly let go. Without a moment's hesitation, he closed the distance between himself and Aemond, his fist connecting with Aemond's jaw in a powerful punch.

"You bastard!" Jace spat, his voice thick with rage. "How dare you speak of her like that?"

Aemond staggered back from the force of the blow, but his surprise quickly gave way to a cold, burning anger. He wiped the blood from his lip with the back of his hand and launched himself at Jace, delivering a retaliatory punch to his stomach. The room erupted into chaos as the two of them grappled, their movements a blur of fists and fury.

You cried out, rushing forward in an attempt to separate them, but the fury driving both young men made it impossible to intervene. Servants and guards poured into the room, trying to break up the fight.

"Enough!" Alicent's voice rang out, sharp and commanding as she stood between you with Rhaenyra at her side. The presence of the two women immediately commanded attention, and the guards managed to pull Jace and Aemond apart, holding them back from each other.

Jace's chest heaved with exertion, his eyes still blazing with fury as he struggled against the guards holding him. Aemond's face was twisted in a sneer, his own breath coming in ragged gasps.

"This is disgraceful!" Alicent scolded, her gaze flicking between the two of them. "What is the meaning of this?"

Rhaenyra's eyes softened as she looked at you, concern etched into her features. "Are you hurt?" she asked, moving to your side and taking your hand in hers.

"I'm fine," you managed to say, though your voice shook with the remnants of fear and shock. "They-" You glanced between Jace and Aemond, your heart aching at the sight of the two people you cared about so deeply, now locked in such violent conflict.

"It was him," Jace growled, glaring at Aemond.

"He insulted her, accused me of-" His voice broke off, unable to finish the sentence.

Alicent turned her gaze to Aemond, who stood defiantly, his chin raised. "Is this true?" she asked, her voice cold and sharp.

Aemond shrugged, his expression one of nonchalance. "I merely spoke the truth," he said, though the flicker of satisfaction in his eyes betrayed his true intent.

"Truth or not," Rhaenyra said firmly, stepping forward, "you will not insult my daughter or her brother in such a manner again, Aemond."

Alicent nodded, her face hardening with disapproval. "There will be no more of this," she declared. "We are family, and we will not allow such discord to tear us apart."

As the tension in the room began to subside, Jace was finally released by the guards. He walked to you, his expression softening as he gently took your hand. "I'm sorry," he murmured. "I couldn't let him speak to you like that."

You squeezed his hand, your heart full of gratitude and worry. "Thank you," you whispered. "But this isn't over, Jace. We need to be careful."

Jace nodded, his jaw tightening. "I won't let him hurt you," he vowed, his eyes fierce with determination.

As the room slowly emptied, the echoes of the confrontation lingering in the air, you couldn't shake the feeling that this was only the beginning of a much larger battle—a battle for love, loyalty, and the future of your family.

You sat in silence, your heart pounding in your chest as Baela rushed to Jace’s side, her hands fluttering over him, checking for any injuries. The sight of her fussing over him made something tighten in your chest, but you swallowed it down, forcing yourself to turn away. You sank into your chair, reaching for the goblet of wine before you and taking a long sip, the rich, sweet liquid doing little to calm your nerves.

As you tried to compose yourself, you barely registered the sound of footsteps approaching until Aegon’s familiar voice broke the heavy silence. He leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear. “Is it true?” he asked, his tone low but insistent. “What Aemond said… is it true?”

You clenched your jaw, your hand tightening around the goblet. The weight of his question pressed down on you, threatening to shatter the carefully constructed facade you had maintained for so long. Your mind raced, the memories of stolen moments, secret meetings, and whispered confessions flooding back with painful clarity. Aemond’s words had struck a chord of truth, one that neither you nor Jace had dared to voice openly.

Finally, you turned to face Aegon, your expression cold and distant. “Go away, Aegon,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper but laced with an edge that made it clear you would tolerate no further questions.

Aegon’s eyes narrowed, his curiosity piqued, but he stepped back, sensing that pushing further would be unwise. “Fine,” he muttered, raising his hands in mock surrender. “But you can’t hide forever.”

You watched as he retreated, his gaze lingering on you with a mix of suspicion and intrigue before he finally turned and walked away. The moment he was out of earshot, you let out a shaky breath, the tension in your shoulders easing slightly.

Jace returned to his seat, his face still flushed from the altercation with Aemond. Baela hovered beside him, her concern evident as she spoke in hushed tones, her hand resting on his arm. You forced yourself to look away, the sight of them together stirring a confusing mix of emotions within you.

Aemond’s words echoed in your mind, each one a sharp reminder of the truth you had tried so hard to bury. The secret you and Jace shared was one that could upend everything—your relationships, your future, and the delicate balance of power within your family.

You took another sip of your wine, trying to steel yourself for what was to come. The secret was out, and there was no telling how long you could keep the storm at bay. But one thing was certain: the battle for your heart and your future had only just begun.

As you walked through the dimly lit corridors of the Red Keep, the events of the evening replayed in your mind like a haunting melody. The clash between Jace and Aemond, the heated words exchanged, and the tension that had filled the room weighed heavily on your heart. You let out a weary sigh, the soft echo of your footsteps the only sound accompanying your thoughts as you made your way to your chambers.

Pushing the door open, you stepped inside, hoping for a moment of solitude. But instead, you found Jace standing by the fire, his silhouette illuminated by the flickering flames. His gaze met yours, filled with a mixture of relief and urgency. Before you could utter a word, he crossed the room in swift strides, pulling you into his arms and capturing your lips in a fervent kiss.

His lips pressed against yours with a desperation that was both exhilarating and heartbreaking. His hands framed your face, as if trying to anchor you to him, to make sure you wouldn’t slip away. The kiss was rough, urgent, and filled with a jealous intensity that spoke of his fear of losing you. When he finally pulled back, his breath was ragged, and his eyes searched yours with a vulnerability he rarely showed.

“I couldn’t wait any longer,” Jace confessed, his voice a low murmur against your lips. “Seeing you with Aemond… hearing what he said…” He trailed off, his jaw tightening as he struggled to find the right words. “I couldn’t bear the thought of you being with him. I can’t stand it.”

You reached up, your fingers gently tracing the line of his jaw, trying to soothe the turmoil you saw in his eyes. “Jace,” you whispered, your voice soft but firm. “You have nothing to worry about. I didn’t choose him, and I never will. My heart belongs to you.”

His shoulders relaxed slightly at your words, but the tension in his body remained. “But what if they force you?” he asked, his voice laced with anxiety. “What if you’re made to marry him? I can’t lose you… not to him.”

You shook your head, your hands moving to rest on his chest. “I won’t let that happen. We’ll find a way, Jace. Together. We’ve faced so much already, and we’ve come out stronger. This is no different.”

Jace pulled you into another embrace, his arms wrapping around you tightly. “I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe,” he vowed. “I’ll fight for you, for us. Just promise me you won’t give up.”

“I promise,” you replied, your voice steady with determination. “I’ll fight too.”

For a long moment, you stood there in each other’s arms, the warmth of the fire casting a golden glow around you. In that quiet, intimate space, the weight of the world seemed to lift, if only for a moment. Together, you found solace in the promise of a future built on love and resilience, a future you would fight for with every ounce of strength you had.

As you leaned in to kiss Jace again, this time with a tenderness that spoke of comfort and solace, the tension from the evening began to melt away. His arms wrapped around you, holding you close as if shielding you from the world outside. The soft brush of his lips against yours was a stark contrast to the heated passion from earlier, a gentle reminder that in his embrace, you found peace.

But the tranquility was shattered by the abrupt sound of the door swinging open. You both turned sharply, your hearts leaping into your throats as your mother stood in the doorway. Her face was a mixture of shock and fury, her eyes wide as they darted between you and Jace, still locked in each other’s arms.

“What is the meaning of this?” she demanded, her voice rising with each word. “What are you two doing?”

The room seemed to shrink under the weight of her anger. You stepped away from Jace, your cheeks flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and fear. “Mother,” you began, your voice trembling slightly, “this isn’t what it looks like.”

“It looks exactly like what it is!” she snapped, her gaze now fixed on Jace. “You… you were kissing her! How dare you?”

Jace stepped forward, his expression resolute despite the tremor in his voice. “I love her,” he declared, his voice steady despite the storm brewing in the room. “I have always loved her.”

Your mother’s face darkened, her lips pressing into a thin line. “Love? You speak of love as if it absolves you of this betrayal! She is your sister, Jace. This is an abomination!”

“We may share a blood, but our hearts have never followed the rules of law,” you interjected, stepping beside Jace. “You knew this, Mother. You’ve seen how we’ve cared for each other. This isn’t something new.”

Her eyes softened for a brief moment before hardening again. “Caring for each other is one thing. But this? This is madness. Do you have any idea what this could do to our family? To our name?”

“I know,” Jace admitted, his hand finding yours and squeezing it tightly. “But we can’t help how we feel. We’ve tried to suppress it, to ignore it, but it’s only grown stronger. We’re willing to face the consequences, whatever they may be.”

Your mother’s gaze flickered between the two of you, her fury battling with the love she held for her children. After a long pause, she let out a heavy sigh, the weight of her emotions evident in her posture. “You have no idea the fire you’re playing with,” she warned. “This… this could destroy everything we’ve worked for.”

“We understand,” you replied, your voice soft but unwavering. “But we’d rather face the flames together than live a lie apart.”

For a moment, silence filled the room, the only sound the crackling of the fire. Your mother closed her eyes briefly, composing herself before speaking again. “I need time to think about this,” she said finally, her voice laced with exhaustion. “You will not speak of this to anyone until I’ve decided what must be done. Do you understand?”

You and Jace nodded, your hearts heavy but united. As your mother turned and left the room, the door closing softly behind her, you felt Jace’s hand tighten around yours. “No matter what happens,” he whispered, “I’m with you.”

“And I’m with you,” you replied, your resolve solidified in the face of the storm to come.

The morning air was crisp as you wandered through the garden alone, the soft breeze brushing against your skin. The peace of the early day contrasted sharply with the turmoil in your heart. The secret you and Jace had kept hidden was now known by your mother, and the weight of that revelation lingered heavily on your mind.

Lost in thought, you barely registered the sudden grip on your arm until you were being pulled roughly to the secluded edge of the garden. Turning sharply, you found yourself face-to-face with Aemond, his single eye burning with intensity. His grip tightened as he dragged you to a more concealed spot, away from any prying eyes.

Before you could utter a word, Aemond crushed his lips against yours in a kiss that was far from tender. It was harsh, filled with anger and jealousy. You pushed against his chest, finally managing to free yourself from his hold. “What are you doing?” you demanded, your voice shaking with a mixture of shock and fury.

“I saw you,” Aemond hissed, his voice low but dangerous. “I saw you with Jace last night. I saw him kissing you.”

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, glaring at him. “You had no right to watch us, and you certainly have no right to do this!” Your voice trembled with anger as you continued, “You don’t own me, Aemond. I’m not yours to command.”

Aemond’s expression darkened, and he stepped closer, his presence looming. “You are mine,” he growled. “You’re to be my wife. That gives me every right to know who touches what is mine.”

Your hand moved before you could think, slapping him hard across the face. The sound echoed in the secluded garden, and for a moment, both of you stood in stunned silence. “I belong to no one,” you spat. “Not you, not anyone. You can’t dictate who I love or where my heart lies.”

Aemond’s jaw tightened, and he took a deep breath, his eye never leaving yours. “This isn’t about love,” he said coldly. “It’s about duty. You have a role to play, and that role is by my side. Whatever you think you have with Jace ends now.”

You shook your head, your heart pounding in your chest. “You can’t make me stop loving him. You can’t control my heart, no matter how much you try.”

Aemond’s lips curled into a bitter smile. “You will learn, in time, that love is a luxury we can’t afford. This is about power, legacy, and the throne. You will marry me, and you will fulfill your duty.”

Tears of frustration and anger welled in your eyes as you took a step back. “I’ll never be happy with you,” you whispered. “You’ll never have my heart, no matter how much you try to force it.”

Aemond’s face softened for a brief moment, as if your words had struck a chord deep within him. But the hardness returned quickly, and he straightened his posture. “You will do as you’re told,” he said firmly, “and in time, you will see it is for the best.”

Without another word, he turned and walked away, leaving you standing alone in the quiet garden, the weight of his words pressing heavily on your soul.

The corridor leading to Jace’s chamber felt endless as your feet carried you there, your heart heavy with the weight of your earlier encounter with Aemond. You needed comfort, and Jace was the only one who could provide it. As you approached the door, you hesitated for a moment, the sound of soft voices reaching your ears. Pushing the door open gently, you stepped inside.

Jace was there, seated near the window, and Baela stood beside him, her hand resting lightly on his arm. Their conversation stopped as both turned to look at you, their faces a mix of surprise and concern. You froze, the sight before you twisting the knife of your pain deeper into your heart.

“I’m sorry for interrupting,” you managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper. Without waiting for a response, you turned on your heel and walked swiftly out of the room, ignoring Jace’s voice calling after you. “Wait, please! It’s not what you think!”

His words echoed in the hallway, but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop. The tears were already threatening to spill, and you didn’t want him or Baela to see you break down. Reaching your chamber, you closed the door behind you with a soft click and locked it. The weight of everything crashed down upon you as you slid to the floor, your back against the door.

The sobs came hard and fast, shaking your entire body. You buried your face in your hands, the pain in your chest almost unbearable. The betrayal you felt, the frustration of your situation, and the fear of what was to come all swirled together in a storm of emotion. The image of Jace and Baela together was seared into your mind, a cruel reminder of the reality you were trying to escape.

A soft knock on the door startled you. “Please, let me in,” Jace’s voice was gentle, pleading. “We need to talk.”

You remained silent, your breathing uneven as you tried to compose yourself. After a moment, Jace spoke again, his tone filled with desperation. “She was just want to talk. That’s all. Please, you have to believe me.”

Still, you didn’t respond. The weight of the evening, the confrontations, and the overwhelming emotions left you feeling drained and unsure of what to say.

“I love you,” Jace’s voice cracked, and you could hear the sincerity in his words. “Only you. I can’t stand the thought of you thinking otherwise.”

The sincerity in his voice tugged at your heart, but the pain was still fresh. “I don’t know what to believe anymore,” you finally whispered, your voice thick with emotion. “Everything is falling apart.”

“I’m here for you,” Jace replied softly. “I always will be. Just let me in, and we can figure this out together.”

You sat in silence, your back pressed against the door, tears staining your cheeks. Jace’s words echoed in your mind, but the pain was too raw. You took a deep breath, trying to steady your trembling voice.

“Please, just go,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. The silence on the other side of the door was deafening. For a moment, you thought he might insist, but instead, you heard the soft sound of his exhale, followed by the reluctant shuffle of his footsteps retreating down the hallway.

Once his presence faded, you slowly stood up, your legs unsteady. Crossing the room, you made your way to the window, pushing the heavy curtains aside. The city below was alive, bustling with the sounds of merchants calling out their wares and children playing in the narrow streets. The distant hum of life was a stark contrast to the storm of emotions within you.

You rested your forehead against the cool glass, closing your eyes as you tried to make sense of everything. Your heart ached for Jace, the only person who had ever made you feel truly loved and free. But the reality of your situation weighed heavily on your shoulders. The future you had envisioned with him seemed to slip further away with each passing moment.

The words of your mother echoed in your mind, her voice firm and unyielding as she decreed your betrothal to Aemond. The thought of marrying him, of becoming his wife, sent a shiver down your spine. You could still feel the harshness of his grip from earlier in the garden, the possessiveness in his kiss, and his words claiming you as his. Aemond was a man of control, of dominance, and the idea of a life bound to him filled you with dread.

Tears welled up in your eyes once more as you whispered to yourself, “What do I do?” The conflict within you was suffocating, the battle between duty and desire tearing at your soul.

A soft knock on the door pulled you from your thoughts. You didn’t respond, your heart racing as the silence stretched on. “I know you’re struggling,” a familiar voice said. It was Heleana, gentle and understanding. “But you don’t have to go through this alone.”

Her words were a balm to your aching heart. Without a second thought, you crossed the room and unlocked the door, allowing her to enter. Heleana stepped inside, her eyes filled with empathy as she took your hand and led you to the edge of the bed.

“I don’t know what to do,” you admitted, your voice breaking. “I love Jace, but my Mother’s decision… Aemond…” You trailed off, the weight of it all pressing down on you.

Heleana squeezed your hand gently. “Your mother thinks she’s doing what’s best for the family, but she doesn’t understand your heart. You have to decide what’s best for you, not just what’s expected.”

You looked at her, the sincerity in her gaze giving you a glimmer of hope. “But if I defy her, if I refuse Aemond, what will become of me? Of Jace?”

Heleana smiled softly. “You have more strength than you realize. You’ve always fought for what you believed in. Don’t stop now.”

Her words resonated deeply, and for the first time that day, you felt a spark of determination. “I can’t marry Aemond,” you whispered, the conviction in your voice growing. “I won’t.”

Heleana nodded in support. “Then don’t. Follow your heart, even if it leads you down a difficult path.”

You pulled her into a tight embrace, grateful for her unwavering support. As the city continued to hum outside your window, you resolved to take control of your destiny, no matter the cost.

Your heart raced as you stood outside your mother’s chamber, the heavy oak door closed but not enough to muffle the voices inside. You hadn’t expected to hear Jace, let alone the intensity of his words.

“I’m begging you, Mother,” Jace’s voice was desperate, his usual calm demeanor cracked with emotion. “Cancel the betrothals. I can’t marry Baela, and she can’t marry Aemond.”

“You know that’s impossible,” your mother’s voice was firm, but there was a trace of weariness in it. “These arrangements were made to secure the family’s future.”

“But it’s not what we want,” Jace argued, his voice breaking. “I love her. I always have. I can’t stand the thought of her being with Aemond. He’ll destroy her.”

There was a long pause, and you pressed yourself closer to the door, straining to hear every word.

“Jacaerys, you know the stakes,” your mother said softly, her tone now laced with sorrow. “The realm is fragile. Your marriage to Baela strengthens our ties to Driftmark, and hers to Aemond ensures peace within the family.”

“To hell with peace if it costs us our happiness,” Jace retorted fiercely. “Do you not care about her happiness? About mine?”

Your heart clenched at the raw vulnerability in his voice. You couldn’t stand outside any longer. Pushing the door open, you stepped inside, drawing both their gazes.

“Mother,” you said, your voice trembling but resolute. “I need to speak.”

Your mother’s expression shifted, a mix of surprise and concern, while Jace looked at you with a mixture of relief and anxiety.

“You’ve heard us, then,” your mother said, gesturing for you to enter fully. “Speak your mind.”

You took a deep breath, stepping closer to them. “I can’t marry Aemond. I won’t. My heart belongs to Jace, and it always has.”

Your mother’s eyes softened, but there was a firmness in her posture. “You know what this means, don’t you? The alliances, the stability…”

“I know,” you interrupted, your voice steadying. “But how can we build a stable future on a foundation of misery? You’ve always taught us to follow our hearts. That’s what I’m doing.”

Jace stepped forward, taking your hand in his. “We’re willing to fight for this, for each other. Please, Mother, don’t force us into a life of regret.”

Your mother’s gaze shifted between the two of you, the weight of her position pressing down on her. “It’s not just about love,” she said softly. “It’s about duty.”

“I understand duty,” you replied. “But duty without love is a prison. Please, Mother, let us choose our path.”

The silence that followed was heavy, filled with unspoken fears and hopes. Finally, your mother sighed, her shoulders sagging with the burden of the decision.

“I will speak with the king,” she said quietly. “But I can’t promise anything.”

It wasn’t a victory, but it was a start. You squeezed Jace’s hand, hope flickering in your chest. Together, you would face whatever came next.

As you made your way back to your chamber, your thoughts were a whirlwind of confusion and frustration. The conversation with your mother had left you drained, and the memory of seeing Jace with Baela earlier that morning still stung. You felt his presence behind you, his footsteps echoing softly in the corridor.

Before you could react, Jace gently but firmly pushed you into your chamber, closing the door behind him. The sound of the latch clicking shut was loud in the silence that followed. You stood still, your back to him, unsure whether to confront him or walk away.

“Please,” his voice was soft, almost pleading. “Listen to me.”

You didn’t turn around, your eyes fixed on the floor. The emotions were too much—anger, jealousy, confusion. Why had he been with Baela? What had they been discussing? The questions gnawed at you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to ask.

Jace didn’t give up. He stepped closer, his hand gently resting on your shoulder. “Look at me,” he whispered, his tone laced with vulnerability. “Please.”

You felt him guiding you, turning you around to face him. You kept your gaze averted, not wanting to meet his eyes, afraid of what you might see there. But Jace wasn’t about to let you retreat. He reached out, his fingers curling under your chin, lifting your face until your eyes met his.

“I need you to understand,” he said, his voice steady but filled with emotion. “Baela came to me this morning to talk about the betrothal. She’s as unhappy about it as we are. She doesn’t want this any more than we do.”

You swallowed hard, the tension in your chest loosening just a little. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t have the chance,” he explained, his thumb brushing against your cheek. “I’ve been so caught up in trying to find a way for us to be together, I didn’t think about how it looked. I’m sorry.”

For a moment, you just stood there, staring into his eyes. There was no deceit, no hidden agenda—only the truth. Slowly, you began to believe him.

“I was scared,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “Scared that you might… choose her.”

“Never,” Jace responded without hesitation. “It’s you. It’s always been you.”

Before you could say another word, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a gentle, tender kiss. It wasn’t rushed or desperate—just a quiet reassurance, a promise that despite everything, his heart was yours. You felt yourself melting into the kiss, the weight of your fears lifting with each passing moment.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours. “I love you,” he murmured. “And I’ll fight for us. No matter what.”

Tears welled in your eyes, but this time they were tears of relief. “I love you too,” you whispered, holding onto him tightly.

In that embrace, the world outside your chamber seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you, bound by a love that refused to be broken.

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