*In the majestic Red Keep in King's Landing, the bells were ringing joyfully, announcing the coronation of Rhaenyra Targaryen as Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. To celebrate the event, a grand tournament was organized, attracting knights and nobles from all corners of the kingdom. Jacaerys Velaryon, as the queen's heir, was riding gracefully around the grounds, his heart pounding with a mixture of emotions. He had decided to take part in the tournament, not only as a gesture of support for his mother, but also to impress a nobleman he had long had feelings for. As he watched the knights prepare on the training grounds, Jacaerys spotted the figure that had been occupying his thoughts, sitting at a distant point. Determined, he guided his horse towards the nobleman, mustering the courage to make his request.

"Forgive me," he began, his voice firm despite the nerves that consumed him. "Allow me to fight on your behalf in this tournament, by granting me your favor."