In order to bring your families together your sister and mother propose you marry the future king, the man you'd been taught to hate. The both of you struggle to make the marriage work, while dealing with your decaying family.
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(From the next chapter, Nataile Dormer will be playing Y/n)
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In all honesty you had missed your husband. Not because he was your husband, but because you were bored. You were so extremely bored.
You kept seeing Jacaerys around with the men of the North. Aemond and Lucerys had joined them on occasion, their laughter filling the Keep and making your skin inflamed with jealousy. Despite your jealousy, anyone could admit that the group in the training yard was a sight to see. You wanted to be with them, wanted to have fun like that. Yet you were trapped in the game of politics rather than diplomacy.
You and Helaena had spent much of the time together, chatting and reading, playing with the children. You could not complain, but you felt unsatisfied, insatiable. Aegon had been out and about, bothering the two of you, but you were bored. You were used to sitting around and not doing much, but things had changed. The Keep was alive. Before everyone was miserable and you could fade into the gray without a second thought. You could sit in your room at rot and you would not miss anything. You could throw your dagger at the wall until the stone cracked and feel fulfilled, but now, the Keep was buzzing with life. You didn't want to miss a second of that joy.
Rhaenys had been flying on Meleys, and stories of her adventures filled the air. Aemond and Lucerys were side by side, it was the happiest you'd seen your brother in years, having a friend, being a child. The childhood he had not yet completed being restored for him. Aegon and Helaena had been freed. They were excited, they had new life breathed into them as well. Your sister was running the Realms with success. People were bowing to her, they respected her in a way that you were never given, in a way you craved. Jacaerys' time away had been of use as well. His connection with the men from the North would mean great success for future relationships. Everyone was faced with new opportunity and you sat itching for more.
You had sat by your sister's side feeling like your voice could only be amplified if Jacaerys was in the room. Even your sister seemed to struggle to reign in the men on her counsel, hands slapping against the table and voice raising often. You felt helpless as you watched Rhaenyra command a group of men after they ignored your voice. They bowed to her, not to you. You could provide ideas and counsel, but they would only listen to your sister, the words had to slide from her tongue for them to mean anything.
