Dance of The Dragonwolf

The Council of 101

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Jaehaerys Targaryen

As his weathered, aged finger slowly closed around the cold, metal armrest of the imposing iron throne, Jaehaerys, a man who had ruled with dignity and strength for countless years, summoned every ounce of resolve he had left within him to rise from its lofty seat. His loyal and dedicated kingsguards, standing like statues at his side, were ever ready to rush to his aid, yet their assistance was swiftly dismissed with a mere flick of his hand. A steadfast conviction filled his thoughts as he descended the worn stone steps, his limbs trembling with the weight of his years. Each successive step became an arduous struggle, as if the world conspired to test his endurance, relentlessly reminding him of his frailty. With each passing day, the once-profound honor and privilege of reigning over the Seven Kingdoms became increasingly burdensome. Initially, a faint hint of breathlessness would greet him as he assumed his rightful place on the illustrious throne. I'm the King; as long as I draw breath, I won't shame myself, he thought.

Now, Jaehaerys found himself constantly gasping for breath as soon as he settled onto the iron throne. It had been a grueling two months since Baelon's untimely demise, and yet Jaehaerys had hardly had a moment to mourn the loss of his beloved son. Entrusted with the weighty responsibility of ruling the realm, Jaehaerys knew he had to suppress his grief and focus on fulfilling his obligations as the King. Initially, he had dismissed his mounting fatigue as a mere consequence of the ruling, but as time went on, the weariness became increasingly overwhelming.

What had started as mild bouts of weariness had now transformed into all-consuming exhaustion that plagued Jaehaerys relentlessly. Doubts began to gnaw at the corners of his mind, tempting him to relinquish his duties and allow Otto, the trusted Hand of the King, to oversee the realm's affairs. Otto was well-versed in the intricacies of governance, and it seemed only logical to delegate some of the burden to him. However, Jaehaerys' brief experiment with relinquishing his responsibilities was swiftly interrupted when Alysanne, approached him with an unwavering demand to shoulder his responsibilities as the King once more.

Caught in the throes of physical and emotional fatigue, Jaehaerys pondered the battle waging within him. On the one hand, he longed for respite from the crown's weight, yearning to spare himself from the unrelenting drain it imposed. Yet, a sense of duty loomed over him, reminding him of the countless lives he held in his hands as the ruler of the realm.

' "Leave me Alone," Jaehaerys spoke, not looking at Alysanne, his voice fragile and much weaker than it used to be. Despite being a king, his voice didn't carry the commanding presence expected from a ruler of his stature. His trembling hands tightly grasped an aged drawing of Daenerys, created just a week before her untimely illness. The portrait depicted the young girl with a radiant smile, a sight that now brought an overwhelming wave of sadness to Jaehaerys' grieving heart. In that moment, lost in his memories, he lamented the loss of his beloved daughter, the weight of his anguish crushing his regal spirit.