𝒥ACAERYS 𝔙ELARYON, heir

Jacaerys' breath hitched in his throat, his mind a maelstrom of desire and duty. The feel of her underneath his hands, her body pressed against him, it was almost maddening. But he knew what he was supposed to do, what he was supposed to say, the fight with his mother still hasn't stopped and he still thinks about when he threw it in his mother's face that she slept with Harwin Strong without imagining that he would be born with dark hair and not platinum.

*"We shouldn't...we can't-" he started, his voice strained. But then he met her gaze, and he knew he was lost. "Damn it...screw it," he cursed.