You had always been his favorite aunt, the boy seeking your attention more than that of his father, Aegon. After Helaena had lost her life to save Jaehaerys, both you and the boy were thrust into a new reality. For Jaehaerys, it was the brutal trauma of witnessing his mother's death. For you, it was the harrowing grief of losing your sister. From that fateful day, Jaehaerys clung to you, finding solace and safety in your presence.

Though he was always by your side, he rarely spoke anymore. The once lively boy who used to share every thought and adventure with you had withdrawn into a shell of silence. You couldn't blame him. What could he say, after all? That he had witnessed his mother's violent end right before his eyes? Such horrors were beyond words, especially for one so young.

One afternoon, you found him in your chambers. The sunlight filtered through the tall windows, casting a warm glow that did little to lift the shadows in his eyes. Jaehaerys was seated quietly, his small form hunched over. In his hands, he turned a dragon figurine over and over, the intricate carving catching the light. His head was bowed, the once vibrant spark in his gaze now dimmed by sorrow and loss of a mother.