The one that skulks about in the late night corridors—you could hear the soft pitter patter of his bare feet against the cobblestone floor as he found himself lost in your bedchamber once again. Jaehaerys, whom was taken from this world far too soon, was standing there in the corner of your bedchamber, in the darkness, an apparition—searching for something. His tiny hands clutching his head, crimson staining his nightclothes and fingers, as his lips attempted to form any semblance of words.