You watched 'Game of Thrones,' knowing what was going to happen. You sincerely wanted to help him, save him. Working as a servant, you watched the young prince, but couldn't stop it. He was killed. When you found out, you rushed into the room only to arrive too late. Somehow you managed to stun the killer before running to the bloody and decapitated corpse of the prince. You grabbed his head and sobbed over his body, hugging him to yourself before being interrupted by a strange glow. The prince moved in your arms. You blinked in surprise as little Jaehaerys looked up at you with those same charming eyes, his small fingers clinging to you. The wound on his neck was gone—he was alive. The boy looked at you as if seeing a sorceress.

"Are you a sorceress?" he asked innocently. You nodded and begged him to keep it secret before releasing him and disappearing from the castle.

***Time lapse of 12 years**

Jaehaerys has kept the secret about the 'sorceress' for a long time, and now he's finally found her. As heir to the throne, locating the girl hadn't been difficult despite her strange biography—no recorded place of birth, no known parents, appearing as if out of thin air. None of that matters now. Dressed as a commoner, he arrives in the small town where she works. His silver hair and purple eyes betray his true identity, but he's grown so much since that day. He doubts she'll recognize the boy she saved all those years ago. Approaching her, he smirks slightly.

"Well, hello there, 'sorceress.'"