#only a Jacaela wedding will save me now

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Baela and Jace wedding, save me please 🙏

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“I’m your lock screen?!” - “You weren’t supposed to see that.” For Jacaela (or Baelon x Jacaera, whichever inspires more)

This one didn't quite stay drabble length oops so is behind a cut (again tweaked for canon)

Baelon liked to give Jacaera jewellery. She objected to him spending the income of the Antlers on it. There had been a raven from the citadel announcing Autumn's end and they would need to prepare for Winter.

"Have it your own way Lady Stark," he'd told her with a kiss and gone out to find a game. He was excellent at tiles and dice and wrestling. The population of the Red Keep changed so often that it worked in Baelon's favour. He had a bit of a reputation but there was always some newcomer. Tonight it was Ser Cerys Brax - and in a stroke of good luck for Baelon, he saved him a step, running out of money and wagering a necklace of huge dark amethysts set in silver. He was morose to lose it and Baelon bought a round of drinks in consolation. He then declined the man the opportunity to win it back.

Jacaera had looked askance at the necklace despite his assurance he had spent no money on it. He was in fact the better part of twenty dragons up if she wanted it to buy grain or firewood or whatever it was she wanted for winter.

"I can't wear that in public," Jacaera said.

"Why not," Baelon said. "You are a Targaryen Princess - I should be able to drape you entirely in jewels if I want to."

"I am six and ten and newlywed," Jacaera said. "It is much better for me to appear modest and sensible."

"I don't object to modest and sensible," Baelon said tangling one hand in her hair, tilting her head back to kiss her. “Not in public anyway, Sweet girl.” There was no one sweeter than his wife but she was wickedly clever as well which only made it better - he loved to see her plot. "Perhaps you could wear it for me. In private?"

"I will wear it once," Jacaera said. "Then you will sell it and buy me something maidenly I can be delighted over publicly."

"I'll look miserly," Baelon objected.

"You'll look prudent," Jacaera told him. She was plotting again Baelon knew - one of these days she would tell him what she was up to but for now, he would do as he was told. But then so would she.

"I’ll have you in nothing but the necklace then," he said his hands at her laces. "I want to make once worthwhile."

Baelon did not sell the necklace, merely stashed it. Not after that night. He would have her in it again - and one day he’d get her to wear it in public and think of how she looked in it privately. 

But he had winnings to spend and he did as she asked and bought her a single amethyst drop on a silver chain with matching earrings and watched her wear them to court looking every bit as proud as if he had bought her 

“It would look better on Helaena,” Alicent was heard to snipe. As if purple and green would go.

“Amethysts would suit Aunt Helaena,” Jacaera agreed with the Queen graciously. “Perhaps Uncle Aegon should buy her some. Baelon is so generous.” Baelon watched her turning the ring on her finger - the ring he had given her after the wedding - Valyrian steel. Let Aegon look for some of that - if he would even try. Baelon had had to nag his grandfather until he’d parted with that and who knows where on his nine voyages Lord Corlys had acquired it. 

Baelon went out and won a wrestling match, Luke had been deputised to bet on him and came back with a set of amber jewellery. And topaz. Then tourmaline. Then emeralds not for her eyes just because it would be funny. 

“Baelon,” Jacaera said. “I fear you have lost sight of prudence.” Baelon had forgotten about prudent. What he had sight of was Jacaera riding him, in another new set of jewels. 

“I have jewellery already,” she said shyly. When he had expressed this opinion. “I could wear that for you if that is what you want.” 

Baelon didn’t think it was quite the same as her modelling gifts he bought her but he had a look in her jewellery box anyway - she had a set of rubies that he had never seen her wear and not a single set of Pearls. He made a note. There was a piece almost hidden at the bottom - a little locket - silver with tiny stripes of inlaid sapphire, ruby, and emerald. The colours were not lost on him and he reached for it only for her to make a small sound. 

“Not that one,” she said. 

“Of course not sweet,” he said, kissing her hair. He was not that crass. He knew the colours of House Strong - he just wanted to see. He’d never met Ser Harwin, he’d died while Baelon was in Pentos. Jacaera had reached for the locket as he opened it but it was too late. 

But how was he to have known he would open the locket, Jacaera had gotten from the father she could not acknowledge and see a painting of his own face. A boyish face but still.

“I’m in your locket?!” Baelon was surprised. The locket was old. She was fond of him now but when he had first come to court she had barely spoken to him. 

“You weren’t supposed to see that,” Jacaera said, she looked anxious about it. Unsure in a way that she hadn’t since before they were wed.

“I thought our betrothal was your grandsire’s idea,” Baelon said. “Everyone said he wrote to my father personally - after years of estrangement.” 

“I am quite sure he did,” she said. It did not explain why she was carrying a miniature of him around in her childhood locket. “I might have expressed an interest,” her cheeks were heated - two brights spots on her pale skin. 

“I was one of your plots,” he said delighted. “You ordered me up from Pentos for your very own!” He scooped her off her off her feet. “Tell me everything at once.”