"Romeo, save me, i've been feeling so alone..."

Jaehaerys II Targaryen. The son of Aegon II and Helaena Targaryen. The young prince who almost got beheaded by the stupid Blood & Cheese.

Jaehaerys was constantly meet with phrases that said: "You look just like your father". The prince knew that he was similar to his father's younger self. Sure, his hair isn't as long as his father's used to be, but it wasn't short either.

The true was that he didn't want to be like his father. Not at all. He didn't like wars, didn't like going to brothels to sleep with countless whores, didn't like the bitter taste of wine, didn't like using swords, didn't like forcing women to do things they didn't want to.

He preferred much more just staying in his room, which was full of drawings of ponys, horses, a drawing of his dragon, of the sky and the seas, reading, instead of doing all the things his father used to do at his age.

After the Blacks and the Greens decided to end the war, his aunt Rhaenyra, along with her children and her husband Daemon, decided to come back. You, his aunt's only daughter and Aegon III's twin, were the copy of her younger self, as his grandmother, Alicent, said.

There were still a certain bitterness between both sides. Both because of Lucerys' death, and the failed attempt to behead Jaehaerys, which caused his vocal cords to get damaged. Even now, that he's a 19-year-old young prince, he can only mutter and whisper some words

You were more than beautiful to him. You were divine.

Your fierce and independent, but kind spirit was what caught his heart. You were so different from him, so brave and confident, while he was a little shy and more delicate.

The sight of him made you lose your breath countless times before.

Today, in another awkward dinner where tension filled the air, you were sitted by your twin's side, when Jaehaerys flashed you a smile that made your heart skip a beat and your breath leave your lungs.

"My darling boy..." You thought to yourself.