A Game of Thrones
Lying in a warm featherbed is King Rhaegar Targaryen, your father. He smiles at you and takes a deep breath. “Jaehaerys. My son. I have something to tell you” He croaks wearily. “What is it, father?” You ask, stepping closer to his bed. “I want to give you some advice for when I pass away.” Rhaegar has a serious look on his face, and you know this advice will he important. “When you were born, you were second in line for the throne. Your half brother, Aegon, would have been King instead....