Envy: Daeron watches his wife and can't help but feel a spike of jealousy.
Lyarra sat in the gardens with back resting against Ghost's white fur with Shireen, Bran, and his direwolf Summer. All five of them watched contently as Sansa, Myrcella, Tommen, Arya, and Rickon play a blindfold game where the one with their eyes covered must find the people trying to avoid them. Eddard and Catelyn watched from a stone bench, laughing at the children's antics. It was a rare occasion for the queen to take off her crown and spend time with her family visiting from Winterfell, among them, their latest ward Tommen, came to the Capital to visit his sister who was under Lyarra's guardianship.
Their older brother Robb on the other, had to stay in Winterfell as acting Warden of the North with his now pregnant wife Margaery. So he couldn't visit his favorite sister and share the good fortune of his marriage. While Lyarra missed her best friend, it would be selfish of her to force him away from his duties.
She glanced at her brother Bran, a boy crippled from the waist down, unable to walk thanks to the Kingslayer. He watched his siblings and foster brother run around Myrcella as it was her turn to find them in the dark. While he envied them, he already accepted his condition for the sake of his family. Having Summer literally at his back made the tolerable since he was his mist faithful companion and recently, a new set of eyes for him.
Sitting beside him with a book in hand was Shireen Baratheon, another ward Lyarra decided to foster in hopes of restoring a friendship between the three Houses of Stark, Targaryen and Baratheon. The little girl however lived a life of isolation due to the greyscale scar on the left side of her face. So she had little interaction with other people, mainly children her own age due to her scar. Bran however was able to establish a friendship with her due to his crippled condition. The two also shared a love for learning history.
Lyarra watched Bran and Shireen with fondness, her brother and foster-sister carried soft smiles as they read and discussed their latest book together. Seeing them bond gave her hope to continue the friendship between the Stag and Direwolf for another generation.
Watching them from the window of his office overlooking the gardens was Daeron Targaryen, King of Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm, and husband to Queen Lyaerys of the Houses Targaryen and Stark.
He was stuck inside due to his royal duties that required his attention, but also because he felt like a stranger among his wife's family. His violet eyes watched Lyarra laugh when Myrcella toppled over Sansa and sent them both to the ground. Being the attentive older sister she is, she got up from her spot and helped them back up and was now pulled into the game.
His fist clenched at how happy and accepted she was compared to him, a wave of jealousy washed over him as Lyarra played with her family. She had everything he never experienced growing up, a family who loved and protected her, a life without looking over her shoulder, and people from North to South adoring her fiercely as the daughter of Rhaegar and the loving queen she was born to be. Daeron on the other hand, was forced to live in exile with Jon Connington and Ser Barristan Selmy as his only source of protection while they lived on the run, always hiding and living under different identities to keep him safe from the Usurper. He never had a place to call home, but she did. She never had to worry about Robert finding out her existence, but he did. Even though his supposed 'death' from the day of his birth diverted Robert's attention from him, he still lived in fear for his life if his identity were known.
In Essos, he gained admiration and praise. But here, he achieved nothing but disdain and fear. All because he was the son of the Mad King and a foreign invader. Lyarra on the other hand, while she dealt with the pain of being a 'bastard', the people loved her for her kindness, love, generosity and protective nature over them, for all Seven Kingdoms.
Yes, he is indeed jealous of his queen. But he can never hate her, it's impossible for him. His sweet, devoted, selfless wife who asks for nothing for herself could never be hated by the king. The people may love and admire her, but she is his by oath, and he is hers. No matter how much hate and fear he receives for being the Mad King's son, Lyarra never held such feeling towards him. Just honest acceptance.
'Brother, you gave her the Iron Throne. You didn't care if she was born male or female. You were willing to pass over me, your youngest brother and last heir to our father.' His eyes clouded as he remembered the strictly hidden documents he found on Dragonstone days before he took the Iron Throne. Being told his whole life that he was last son to take back the Iron Throne only to find out his brother left behind a child with a stronger claim than himself, left him nothing but ire. It wasn't just jealousy and frustration at having to compete for the Iron Throne, it was rage at the fact that he believed he was alone in the world as the last Targaryen.
Then he met her, pale under the moonlight before the Heart Tree, her eyes cold and indifferent to the Iron Throne, but concerned for the people she must protect at all costs. This marriage was originally intended for him to keep a better eye on her and to make sure she never turned against him. But now, in the first year of their marriage, he can't go a day without seeing her by his side. His wife never wanted a crown or the Iron Throne, just a simple happy life with a good husband.
Watching her smile as she spun her youngest brother around, he fantasized a small silver haired boy with grey eyes in his place. The thought made him smile as he imagined his wife swollen with their children as she played the harp and sang to them before they enter the world. He'd love nothing more than to see her smile like that everyday, for her to be happy in this place with him.
'The Iron Throne may be hers by right, but she is mine.' Dacron's possessive thoughts filled his head as he watched her. 'You created her brother, and for that I thank you. I swore to the Old Gods to protect her, not because she's your heir, but because she's my wife.' His fists clenched again as a new jealousy sparked within him, mainly around the Southerners who watch her with barely hidden lust in their eyes since their wedding day. He even forbade the bedding ceremony because only he had the right to see his beautiful wife as the Old Gods made her.
'I'll envy my queen for having the love of the people, but I love my wife more than they ever know, more than she'll ever know.'
Okay, I feel like I made Daeron slightly mad when it comes to Lyarra. But to be fair, Dany on the show held quite a bit of jealousy towards Jon at the victory feast for all the appraisals he recieved. The main reason why he's jealous is because Daeron had the hard life in exile while Lyarra got the easy one in the North among family.