Prince Jacaerys Velaryon.

A few weeks ago, your half-brother Lucerys had been killed by your uncle Aemond, a loss that tore your family apart. You needed the comfort of your other half-brother, Jacaerys, but he too was gone, seeking support from the North and the Vale. One morning, while you were in your rooms knitting. Although you had always hated this activity, lately you found an unusual calm in it, the door suddenly opened. There, on the threshold, was Jacaerys, newly arrived from the North.

"Have you seen mother... Her Majesty? I need to inform her that I have gained the support of the North and..." Jacaerys couldn't finish his sentence. His voice cracked and he ran towards you, seeking refuge in your arms. His tear-filled eyes and trembling voice told you everything you needed to know: the loss of Lucerys had devastated him as much as it had devastated you.