king for a day ¹ ━━━━ jacaerys velaryon fanfic

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- ̥۪͙۪˚┊❛ CHAPTER THIRTEEN ❜┊˚ ̥۪͙۪◌
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i just wanna be a part of your family ❜

EUDORA AND JACAERYS.

All her life, Eudora only wanted to be a part of something amazing. Seeing that her family might be at a rocky point in their lives, she thought that Alicent Hightower would become her new mother figure. At first, the green queen was rather loving and gentle with the Stark. Keeping a close eye constantly on her, giving small gifts and kind gestures. Eudora looked up to Alicent, but it wasn't long enough till Alicent began to show her true colors around the girl. The queen's mind forever trapped in the twisted words of the man she calls her father, Otto Hightower, has been morphed into believing in one belief.

That if her son doesn't manage to sit on that Iron Throne, then Rhaenyra would go out of her way to have her children six feet under. Eudora knows she isn't supposed to pick sides, but she knows a thing or two about heirs and thrones. Time and time again it seems as if Viserys' mind hasn't changed about Rhaenyra being his heir, and yet time and time again Alicent slowly makes her way for Aegon to be king. The Stark only suspects the worst with this situation, and she knows that in a matter of time both families will be asking for her help to convince her cousin to choose.

She was so sure, however, that she'd have to succumbed to giving the Greens the upper hand– for the reason that she hasn't heard from any of the other Targaryens. She hasn't heard from Rhaenys— a woman she sought for advices at her lowest, or Baela— the girl she'd turn to for a good laugh, or Jace, especially Jace.

She heard from no one.

The past few years, Eudora has felt the loneliest even though she was surrounded by people. The balls, the parties, the weddings don't amount to the fact that she felt empty in a crowded room. So when Jace told her that he has been sending her letters, the Stark didn't know how to feel.

"You sent me letters?" She asked, taken aback by his sentence. "Jace, you sent me letters?"

He only nodded slowly. "I only stopped because you stopped replying to them– well, a while after you stopped, that is. I thought you wished not to hear from me anymore."

All Eudora could muster up was to lead him towards her chambers, making sure none of the guards or anyone in court caught them together. Once at her door, she let him in, then entered right after. A quiet shut of the door followed suit, Eudora swiftly turned to face the prince. "You must think of me as a fool to not respond to any of your letters."

"Eudora–"

"Jacaerys, every night I would write one and hoped you would reply," she interrupted. "Why– why didn't you–"

"Eudora, I did," he told her, gently holding her face, as if Jace was trying to ease her worries. "I swear on everything I did. And I know my words don't bring as much comfort as you want it to, but believe me, please."

She could only look at his face, searching for anything that told her he was being sincere. It wasn't until she focused on his eyes that she allowed herself to relax. Those same eyes, though matured, seemed to have never lost that spark she knew Jace carried. Without any other words, Eudora wrapped her arms around the Velaryon, letting any kind of tension leave her body for that moment and that moment only. It only took a second for Jace to do the same, both feeling the comfort they both needed all those years apart. It was simple really, though not physically together Eudora and Jace connected through those letters, it wasn't until today that they both learned they craved to be in each other's arms.

"I'm sorry," the prince told her, softly combing through her hair. "If it seemed as if I had forgotten you."

She stayed silent once more, only hugging him tighter out of the fear she might lose him again. "Please don't leave my side," Eudora told him quietly.

"I'll never dream of it."

—

Jace continued to stay in her room for another hour, to aid the Stark to sleep. "Eudora," he says, crouching close to her bedside. "I'll be leaving now—"

"Stay," she told him, grabbing his hand.

"Eudora—"

"Please, Jace?" He couldn't contest, instead he sat on the floor, his hand still clung onto hers as he slowly drifted to sleep. He figured he'd just leave in the early morning to get ready, seeing as there is someone more in need of his presence now.

That night Jace dreamt of multiple things, though they were random it's the first time he's allowed himself to relax unbothered and unharmed by his thoughts. Maybe if it stays this way forever, Jace might get used to the fact that not everything about his life is politics and family divide. He might get used to the fact that peace is sometimes an option in moments like these. But as the sun slowly started pouring into the room, he finds himself still on the floor, her hand still in his. It brought a smile on his face, a small one but still evident. Jace finally mustered the strength to get up, letting go of her hand to dust himself off. The prince took one long glance at the girl who slept peacefully in front of him, and wondered how someone like her would ever choose him.

Maybe she did, but that is something he needs to hear from her and not a thought he had to guess. Jace then left the room quietly and carefully, hoping nobody questioned his absence that night. Little did he know a one-eyed man watched him leave the chambers that very morning.

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