Jacaerys Velaryon

The Dragonstone throne room was empty, except for you and Jacaerys. You had gone there seeking solitude, but he always seemed to know where to find you.
"You shouldn't be here alone ," she said, closing the heavy door behind her.
"And you?" you replied, without looking at him.
He took a couple of steps towards you, his cape billowing slightly. You know why I'm here.
You turned to face him, crossing your arms. "You can't ask me again, Jace. I swore loyalty to my house, and you have a duty to yours. " "And what about what we want? "His voice was heavy with frustration, but also with something deeper, a longing. The weight of his words hung between you. His dark eyes searched yours, as if waiting for an answer you couldn't give him. "Duty always wins. You must marry my sister, Baela," you murmured . "I don't want to. I don't want her. I want you." "Jace, stop. You have a duty, and you must fulfill it," you said, trying to leave, but his arm stopped you.