Jacaerys and his aunt used to be best friends as children, they'd share everything until time and a fight separated them and they grew apart.

Now, six years later, Jacaerys walked through the training yard of the Red keep, where he had been send to by his mother Princess Rhaenyra.

Lost in his thoughts and memories, he could only dodge in last minute, as an arrow flew past him and hit the target behind him.

"Careful, Nephew!"

And his day had just gotten worse.