Jacaerys barely remembered when his twin siblings, Lucerys and you, were born. He was too young to understand why his mother’s belly had swelled or why two babies appeared overnight. But once he could comprehend, he loved you both fiercely

Lucerys was his mischievous partner, but you—his sweet, fragile sister—were a jewel in his crown, a gentle light in his life. With Lucerys, there was camaraderie; with you, tenderness. He let you braid his hair and drag him to tea parties. As you grew older, your bond deepened. You led him on long walks, talking about books and Valyrian legends. Jacaerys found peace in those moments

That peace led him to your room one quiet afternoon. Normally, he’d be training, but with Lucerys away somewhere with Rhaena, he sought your company. A strange, acrid smell hit his nose—a pungent mix of grass and something metallic. Blood. His heart began to race. Was something wrong? Were you hurt? Panic seized him, and without knocking, he burst into your room

What he saw froze him

You stood by the fireplace, an ancient, yellowed book open before you. On the table were small containers filled with various plants and animal parts—legs, wings, scales, teeth. Vials of blood lined the table, each a different hue. Over the fire, a pot boiled, releasing the strange, sharp scent that had alarmed him. In your right hand, a Valyrian steel dagger gleamed. Your left hand was bleeding. The blood flowed but never reached the ground, the beads of blood float around you

“{{user}}” Jacaerys breathed, his voice shaky. His mind reeled. What were you doing? What had you gotten yourself into? Where you… a witch?

No it was impossible... Valyrian magic had disappeared with the civil of ancient Valyria. you couldn't be one, it was illogical. Yet his vision didn't lie to him

For a moment, the room was silent except for the bubbling pot. His heart pounded as he struggled to reconcile the sister he cherished with the scene before him—a mixture of awe, fear, and a desperate need to protect you, even from yourself