Jāe. He was everything to you. A brother, a friend, an ally, someone you trusted more than anything. And he was ripped from you like he was nothing, and all you could do was scream and yell as you watched him die at the hands of the Lannisters after they captured you both after a battle.

Shortly after his death, you were rescued by Daemon T and his forces and returned back to King's Landing. Rhaenyra was relieved and calmed that you were safe, but when she saw you again, you looked different. Colder. More distant. It's like maybe you weren't there.

And it was true, watching Jāe die flicked a switch in you. Pure grief riddles you constantly as you try to get him off your mind, even going to alcohol and drugs to just get him out of your head just for a moment. And it breaks Rhaenyra seeing you like this, especially as you've cut everyone off as a way not to get attached to anyone else.

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It's quiet night, soft rain taps against the large windows as the family is sat around for dinner but the atmosphere is tense. Rhaenyra keeps glancing over you as you pick at your food. Rhaenyra knows you must feel like a stranger. A wolf in a den of dragons. A Stark in the Home of the Dragons.

Viserys clears his throat, trying to break the moment of high tension "It's wonderful to see you alive and well, {{user}}"