THE LADY - Jacaerys Velaryon

vi. Over Her Dead Body

DAELLA HAD RAN away from the queen.

She tried to stand beside her, and smile falsely and laugh hideously whilst she talked about how kind Daeron was and how smart Aemond was. Boasting about her sons in clear hope the Tyrell girl would take interest.

She didn't.

Nearly an hour of torture, and Daella had finally managed to wriggle her way out of the queen's chattery grasps and instead fall into the clutches of a table of lemon tart.

Daella hated lemon tarts, but they were better than Queen Alicent bragging about her fabulous her sons are. If Daella turned out to be like that when she's older she'll throw herself out of the window of her bedchambers.

"Don't you like lemon tarts?" A whisper said from beside her. Daella whipped around to face the voice, her curls wrapping around her comically as her head vigorously snapped towards the boy stood beside her.

Daella cannot say she ever truly found a boy attractive, she was more in thought about herself in all honestly. However, seeing Prince Jacaerys stood in front of her, his brunette curls framing his chubby face, his pink lips curving into a perfect boyish grin.

She found him quite lovely to look at.

But, like all nosey women. She noticed the oddities of him. How his hands shakily played with one another whenever he spoke to her, how his Adam's apple would bob after looking at her for the first time that day. And his posture! Dear gods!

Daella bowed, her auburn crown of wild curls and gorgeous braids dangled around her face as she looked towards the floor.

"My prince, my apologies I did not see you there." She laughed awkwardly, hoping she did not upset the prince of it's her display of childishness.

"I recall telling you to call me Jacaerys, my lady." He chuckled, shoving a cake into his mouth.

Daella tried to hide her grimace.

"Again, my apologies—Jacaerys." She laughed awkwardly hoping the prince wasn't smart enough to see the tension of her muscles.

A pregnant silence was held between the two. Jacaerys looking at Daella with complete fondness, his eyes sparking as he watched her rock back and forth on her heels awkwardly, clasping her hands in front of her lilac gown.

He noticed a theme in her wardrobe, her gowns always a light colour that reminded him much of the roses outside the Red Keep. Her sleeves always flowed, like a rippling water fall that made her hands disappear beneath the seems. Her hair—always widely curly—was always half way tied up, the rest of her auburn locks cascading down her back. Golden seams were threaded through her gown, intricate detailing that not even the queen had on her dresses.

She looked ethereal every-time she stepped foot outside of her chambers.

"Luke speaks fondly of you." Jacaerys smiled slightly, clearing his throat. A part of him will forever be grateful Luke make a friend in Daella. His brother always had a difficulty in making friends. Many of the squires in the training yard claimed him to be to loud and annoying, not being able to understand personal space. And Jacaerys did nothing but stand there silently.

But the other half of him was incredibly jealous. He wanted to be the one who hung upside down with her on a coach talking about whatever came to mind, he wanted to be the one who trailed the halls with her arm in arm whilst giggling at the portraits on the wall. He didn't want to be the stiff prince who could barely hold a conversation with him.

He wanted to show her how infatuated he was with her.

Daella laughed softly at the thought of the small, dark haired boy. And Jacaerys wished he could bottle up the sound and place it beside his bed. "I am very fond of your brother." She proclaimed.

"You are?" He asked, trying to hide the tinge of surprise in his tone.

"I am." She nodded, taking a step forward. Becoming closer to him. "Your brother is one of a kind. It is hard not too." Daella smiled, trying her hardest to warm up to the prince and show him how much she adored his family.

She thought she made it obvious. She hadn't.

"Oh—uh...y-you two will make a lovely pair in the future." Jacaerys said through gritted teeth. Trying to hide the feeling of his heart cracking.

Daella's eyes widened. Oh no. She had not meant it like that. She was just trying to show Jacaerys she liked his brother. Dear gods, she wished her aunt was beside her at this moment. But she wasn't, she was across the room sat beside princess Rhaenyra. And Daella tried to not notice the way the two were looking at both herself and the prince in front of her.

"Oh! No, no! I—I did not mean it like that, my prince—Jacaerys! I did not mean it like that...jacaerys." Stumbling across her words, Daella could practically feel her cheeks burn. She wanted to cry out when she watched the prince tilt his head in confusion.

"Your brother—Luke. Luke is very nice and an incredible friend...but I do not like him...like that." She said slowly, like she herself was trying to understand. "Does that make sense?"

Not many understood her rambles. When she was younger she was claimed to be the chit-chat, because she couldn't seem to hold her tongue.

"It makes perfect sense, my lady." Jacaerys grinned shyly. Feeling a blush creep up his neck when he watched a smile spread across her face, dimples appearing on her cheeks making her look even more beautiful.

They stared at one another for mere moments. Long enough for Daella to take in his red tunic that looked almost black on him, fitting him perfectly. The way his hair was a mix between curls and long lengths as they were still growing out. The way his face was chubby but Daella could easily imagine when he was older and the baby fat was lost and he finally embraced his Targaryen features.

Daella thought he was gorgeous.

So she couldn't help but speak up.

"You look very beautiful tonight, Jacaerys." The Tyrell girl said in confidence. Her ego boosting when she watched his eyes widen and snap towards her.

"T-thank you, m-my lady. As do you...all the time." Jacaerys stumbled, his ears becoming a blindingly red shade, making Daella hold back a chuckle.

"Would you like to dance, my prince?" He nodded vigorously, stumbling over his feet when he felt her hand clasp itself on his wrist and drag him towards the dance floor, a grin never leaving his face.

Cyrelle watched the whole interaction. She could feel Rhaenyra watching her, waiting for her reaction. Approval. Rhaenyra wanted approval to ask for a betrothal between Jacaerys and Daella.

But she remained unwavering, her hawk eyes staring at the two for the rest of the night as they never left one another sides.

Daella liked Jacaerys, yes. But she was young and had not yet lived her full life yet.

So Cyrelle would not give the queen or the princess any satisfaction in whether they have won her nieces hand. Not until her body has been wrapped in silk and placed into the ground...

Over her dead body.

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