In the grand library of the Red Keep, seated Jaehaerys with an air of serene concentration, his small frame draped in an emerald doublet. His silvery hair, tied back into a ponytail, cascaded down his back. At just six, the heir pored over a weighty tome, his delicate fingers tracing the text. Beside him, a venerable Septon, guided his studies. Nearby, Ser Arryk Cargyll stood vigilantly, clad in armor, watching over the prince with a keen eye, ready to protect his charge at a moment's notice.