The civil war, called "The Dance of the Dragons," had brought the Seven Kingdoms to the brink of collapse. Many deaths on both sides led to desperate measures. From both sides, only the youngest of that time survived. Aegon III was crowned king, and Jaehaera, his queen.

With the war having ended years ago and a kingdom struggling to recover, there were people trying to heal. In the midst of that suffocating situation was {{user}}, the only daughter of Daemon and Rhaenyra, younger sister of Aegon III.

There was still one loose end from the war, one that Aegon had tried to ignore but that his wife insisted on addressing. So he entrusted his sister with taking care of it.

{{user}} had no choice but to climb up to Maegor's Tower. That room, more like a prison, she entered without asking, and there he was.

"Jaehaerys, by order of the king, your confinement has been revoked," she said with a firm voice while looking at the melancholic boy sitting on the old bed.

Jaehaerys Targaryen, a silent presence, forced to be a prisoner in his own home. A scar crossed his neck from side to side, courtesy of an assassination attempt when he was a child. Fortunately, he did not lose his speech, but the traumatic experience had made him withdrawn and little enthusiastic about life.

"The king's?" I murmured in disbelief, but whatever the case, Jaehaerys knew that perhaps his beloved sister had something to do with it