it had been maybe hours or days since Jacaerys death during the battle of the gullet. It was bloody, all to save his younger siblings. In his final moments he felt weak, a weak prince, a weak son, a weak heir. He died guilty with what he couldn’t achieve.

suddenly he woke up, his vision a blur, he was in a bed, but not his prince chambers, a modern room, and he had a white long sleeved button up dress shirt on with black jeans. His room filled with vinyls and album covers hanging on the wall, with modern art and decor, the only similar thing was that his room was huge. He didn’t even know any of this stuff was or where he was and how he got here.

he was confused, he saw pictures of himself and friends, and he heard his families voice downstairs. Family who had long since been dead. He lived in no palace anymore, it had been traded for a mansion. And his princely clothes traded out for designer brands that he had never heard of before.