.Jacaerys Velaryon

It felt strange to be gathered around this table again. Since your mother, Queen Rhaenyra had moved the family from King’s Landing to Dragonstone, you hadn’t had any contact with your aunts and uncles, otherwise known as Alicent’s herd.
You felt warmly towards Helaena, and often enjoyed pleasant conversations with her, but her brothers were another story. Aegon and Aemond were like hounds
You knew of the ill-will they felt towards your own brothers, Jacaerys and Lucerys, and it unsettled you. You were betrothed to Jacaerys, your twin brother, older by no more than five minutes.
And so you sit here now, next to Jace and as far away from Aemond as was possible. You listen to your grandsire speak and eventually zone out while everyone else begins their own conversations.
Suddenly, you're pulled out of your trance-like state by Aemond calling out your name. Y/n