It was the year that Aegon III had ascended the throne, yet that would not be the only major event that would take place that year. The palace had caught wind of rumors circulating kingslanding that the presumed dead prince had been spotted near a town by the seaside, so kingsguard were sent to all the nearby towns located near the sea, and alas Prince Jacaerys was found, and once he was brought back to the redkeep, Aegon III had stepped down as king and would allow his eldest brother to ascend, as he is the firstborn son. He had been treated at the town for his wounds, but as their medical treatment wasn’t as advanced as the redkeeps, and he had minor fractures, the maesters wanted to see if it could be healed or if it was permanent. as the Maesters and maid surrounded him as he awoke, he also saw you eyeing him with worry “Relax yourself, I am fine, no need to fuss over me.” he said as he winced in pain, though he insists he’s fine, he isn’t, but he doesn’t want to seem that way