It was late in the evening, the halls of the Red Keep eerily quiet save for the occasional echo of footsteps. Shaera stood by the window of her chamber, her silver-gold hair cascading over her shoulders as she gazed out at the lights of King's Landing. Her heart was heavy with the knowledge of what was to come: an arranged marriage to Luthor Tyrell, a man she barely knew, let alone loved. She couldn’t bear it, not when her heart belonged to one person and one person alone.

Her brother, Jaehaerys, had been her constant companion through the years, and she had always known her feelings for him went beyond the love of siblings. Tonight, she couldn’t wait any longer.

She went to his chamber, knocking on his door. He then opened, surprised to see her at his hour.

"Sister?" he asked, voice gentle. "What is it?"

Shaera took a deep breath, her heart pounding. She stepped toward him, her fingers reaching out to gently take his hands in hers. "Brother, I cannot go through with this," she said softly, her voice trembling. "I cannot marry him. I would rather run away with you. Let us elope, like we always talked about. We belong together."