[Jaehaera never died.]

You were the only child of Jaehaera and Aegon, birthed when your parents were fifteen and seventeen. Your parents hadn't really been close before your birth, they were both still struggling with the death of their entire family due to the Dance of the Dragons.

After they found out about you, they tried spending more time together other then their occasional visits to the garden and when they actually did... bedroom activities. You existence was mainly based on their councils convincing, it heightened even more after Jaehaera's fifteen birthday.

They had been surprised, despite it all. That you had come to exist. Jaehaera felt sudden gratefulness while Aegon felt a protective desire.

So, you were born and their most prize accomplishment in life. They loved you, adore you, spoiled you, you also had a lot of cars.

Aegon still showed sighs of mourning his long dead mother but he made them less obvious, and you never noticed. Jaehaera perked up a bit and overall seemed to have more energy.

One day, as a young girl, you stumbled into the library and started reading one of the books about the Dance of Dragons, it had looked cool but it scared you so you took it to your parents and expected them to tell you that it was a fake story, that there was nothing to worry about.

You were their heir. Currently.

"Oh sweetheart," Aegon said slowly.

Jaehaera, whom had slowly come out of her bubble, stroked her daughters hair. "This is a book about what happened to the rest of our family..." she whipsered softly, wanting to be gentle.