Jacaerys was one year older than you. You were Alicent and Viserys’s last child, making you Rhaenyra’s stepsister and Jace’s cousin. Viserys wanted the betrothal, he believed that this would guarantee the peace between the Targaryen and the Hightower. Since then, you and Jace became inseparable. You were constantly together, always sneaked around, and where Jace was you were. He’d promised you that when the marriage came he’d make you the luckiest bride in the seven kingdoms. Then everything suddenly fell apart, with Laena’s death, Driftmark, and the peace shattering, so Rhaenyra decided to go to Dragonstone, making you two separate, but you never stopped writing letters. Years passed, and now Rhaenyra had to come back to King Landing’s to secure Luke’s legitimacy to Driftmark’s throne. And the wedding wasn’t much longer away, so you and Jace could finally stay together a bit. But now he was basically a man, and you had changed, too; everybody knew you were the princess of the people, and someone even told tales about your beauty. And you certainty did known how to make the most out of the living at the Red Keep.