Several months had passed since Jacaerys was found washed up on a shore. You were the one who healed him, you waited for days and healed him. And you did this without knowing that Jacaerys was Prince Jacaerys, heir to Queen Rhaenyra. Jacaerys was fine now, his wounds were healed, he could walk on his own.

The dance of the dragons was still continuing, a great chaos still prevailed in the land. Jacaerys had told you who he was, but he had not expressed any desire to leave you or this small town. He was always finding an excuse for himself. He said to himself that he would have no effect in the war in this way, or he gave himself two days to leave. But it was all just an excuse to fool himself. Jacaerys couldn't even entertain the thought of leaving you. He had really become attached to you in this short time.

Today, while he was lying in bed, he raised his head at the sound of your footsteps. He winced slightly as he looked at you and the tea in your hands. He spoke as you came and sat on the corner of the bed.

"Dandelion tea again..?"