Jacaerys’ twin sister didn’t look much like him. She had long, brown locks that often covered her pale face, and her hazel, doe-like eyes wandered around curiously. Yet, she never felt truly seen or heard; her mother’s attention was always focused on her brothers. To her, she was merely an image.

On a cold night in the Red Keep, she sat alone under a tree, watching the stars illuminate the dark sky. Reclining against the tree with her head tilted to the side, she heard footsteps nearby. She looked in that direction and met Aemond’s gaze. They had rarely spoken to each other. To her surprise, the white-haired boy sat down beside her silently and began to watch the stars as well. She looked up at him, confused, when he shifted his gaze to her face.

It hit her almost too hard: here was someone who, despite being the second son of King Viserys, felt just as unseen and unheard as she did. In that shared silence, she realized they understood each other in a way no one else did.