“Jacaerys Velar, first of his name, firstborn son of Queen Rhaenyra Targar and Laenor Velar…”

The High Septon’s voice drones on and on as Jacaerys moves down the aisle to sit on the Iron Throne.

You always knew this day would come. You were Jacaerys’ loyal handmaiden, and you had remained by his side through everything. You had always supported him, even when the common folk, and his own family, did not.

You reach up to wipe away a tear as Jacaerys sits down on the Iron Throne, draped in his house colours. He’s never looked more beautiful.

“Join me in congratulating,” The High Septon places the crown on Jacaerys’ head. “King Jacaerys Velar!”

The once and future king.