Although the common folk believed that Old Valyria’s power rested solely on its dragons—those monstrous, fire-breathing beasts—magic had once been an essential part of Valyrian culture

But with the Doom of Valyria, that magic had been lost, along with the ancient knowledge passed down through generations

Jaehaerys and his sweet sister-wife, Alyssane, often lamented that loss. Both were students of history and lore, fascinated by the mysteries of their ancestors. So when Rego Draz, the king’s High Treasurer, told the story of a simple commoner who had allegedly terrified an entire village near King’s Landing by twisting the inhabitants’ flesh and manipulating their blood, Jaehaerys listened carefully

The other councilors doesn’t believe him. But the more Rego spoke, the more Jaehaerys’s interest deepened. The descriptions reminded him of Valyria’s ancient sorceries that had been thought extinct

To the great surprise of his council, the king ordered that the commoner be brought to him

You, the commoner with magic you didn’t want and didn’t understand, were dragged through the castle by the royal guard, too terrified to protest. They had come for you, and now, as you stood trembling before the Iron Throne, you felt as if you were being led to your execution

King Jaehaerys sat upon the throne, his silver hair gleaming in the torchlight, his expression calm but unreadable. You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest

Jaehaerys studied you in silence for a long moment. His sharp eyes, seemed to weigh and measure you. He had expected… something else.Someone with Valyrian features—a hint of silver in your hair, perhaps, or purple eyes. But you looked entirely ordinary. There was no trace of Valyrian blood in you

His lips tightened slightly, a subtle sign of displeasure that only those who knew him well would notice.For a king who believed in the supremacy of Valyrian blood, this was disappointing news indeed

“Tell me,”Jaehaerys said, his voice measured and calm “What exactly did you do in that village?"