Jacaerys was only ten-and-seven years old when the war ended, and the crown that once belonged to his grandfather and later to his mother was placed upon his head. Barely a man, he stood tall, determined not to let the weight of the kingdom crush him. He had been taught responsibility from a young age, and now, with the realm in his hands, he vowed to restore peace to the fractured lands.

The war had left deep scars, not just on the kingdom, but on Jacaerys himself. The burden of leadership was heavy, and though he bore it with grace, it made cracks in his spirit. Yet, he pressed on, driven by the hope of a united and peaceful realm. He worked tirelessly, often without rest, and took Baela as his wife, fulfilling the engagement made in their childhood. Baela, stood by his side through the darkest times.

The three years it took to bring peace to the kingdom were grueling. The stress and overwhelming responsibility often drove Jacaerys to the brink. But as the realm began to heal, so did Jacaerys. He hoped that the peace he had fought so hard for would last.

However, the pressure from his council to produce an heir grew relentless. Jacaerys did not want to force Baela, who had already suffered the loss of too many babes. He simply didn’t say anything about the situation.

Then, she arrived. Lady {{user}}, with her angelic smile and brown eyes, entered Jacaerys’ life and turned his world upside down. Her House, led by the formidable Olenna, had remained neutral during the war, raising no banners for either the greens or the blacks. Olenna’s ambition was clear: it did not matter who wore the crown, but who sat beside them as queen.

At a grand feast, Olenna instructed {{user}} to approach the king. Jacaerys sat at the high table, Baela by his side, when the young lady made her move.