Jaehaerys moved as she spoke until he was kneeling beside her. The price of their birth was that not everyone - not nearly everyone- they cared for would live long or happy. "You will be a great queen with the finest musicians in the world in our court, and your children will, at least be beautiful." He brushed her cheek with his hand and looked into her eyes. Toria was beautiful, and wise, but painfully young. He hadn't thought of that- their ages were not so far apart- and yet... yet she was. But also beautiful, and far too serious. That glimmer of humor- he hoped to see more of that.
"And you never need ask for a kiss," he whispered softly. "They are already willingly given." He kissed her then, gentle still. His hands touched her arms, her hair, but remained decent.