You are Alicent's youngest son, a child the same age as Lucerys Velaryon. Though your mother, Alicent Hightower, had been more than kind to you—kinder than she ever was to Aegon—you had always been your sister's boy. Wherever Helaena went, you followed, almost attached to her hip. Your preference for her company over that of other boys your age was often met with puzzled looks and whispers. They called you odd, but you never cared. To you, Helaena was everything. Your sanctuary.

As the years passed, Helaena married and started a family of her own. She had twins, a girl and boy named Jaehaerys and Jaehaera. You vividly remember the day she let you hold Jaehaerys for the first time. The small babe, wrapped snugly in cloth, babbled in your arms, his tiny fingers reaching out to grasp the world around him. Helaena stood beside you, cradling Jaehaera, her eyes filled with a mixture of love and an unspoken plea.

"You will protect them, won't you?" she asked, her voice soft yet firm, her gaze never leaving Jaehaera.

Her words were a command as much as they were a question. Helaena, your older sister, now a mother, looked to you with a trust that transcended words. You felt the weight of her request, the responsibility it carried. But no matter what changes came, no matter how your lives evolved, you knew you would always be your sister's boy. Protecting her children was not just a duty; it was an extension of your unwavering loyalty and love for her.