A/N: I just want to give advanced warning. I've only been writing for about 3-4 years so naturally, I'm not that very good. I find that writing is relaxing, I often times find myself thinking up story plots in my head and I usually tell myself, 'Hey, I should write this down' and when I do it turns out to be terrible. So for this story, I'm going to be putting it up on and over time, adding more chapters so that I can consistently improve my writing. Thank you for reading.

JAEHAERYS

He often found himself on the outskirts of Summerhall, admiring its beauty. Although a ruin, he still considered the residence quite a sight to behold, he wondered what the atmosphere would have been when the palace was alive and vibrant. He rode out to Summerhall whenever he wanted peace and lose himself to his books. One of the few things he had in common with his older brother Rhaegar.

While Rhaegar was good with a sword, he was not. Jaehaerys was of a bookish disposition, rather than take up a sword and lance, he took up books and scrolls. Often speaking with the Grand Maester of knowledge and the sorts.

He sighed. He closed his book and turned his head. His vision was met by two kingsguard members guarding the road.

Ser Barristan Selmy known more as Barristan the Bold and Ser Jonothor Darry. Both men rode with him as protection, as was the custom with royal blood. He didn't really know Ser Jonothor, but he was part of the Kingsguard sworn to protect the royal family.

Ser Barristan, on the other hand, he knew very well. He would consider Ser Barristan a very good friend. Ser Barristan was the man that taught him how to hold a sword and fight, although he would turn out not to be that good, he thanked Barristan for the lessons.

After packing everything up he called out to the two kingsguard,

"I think it's time we return to King's Landing. I always find Summerhall to be a relaxing place despite its story."

Jaehaerys could see King's Landing off in the distance. He loved the city but one thing that he couldn't get over was just the horrible smell of the city, that's one of the things that King's Landing was known for. Its beauty, along with its smell.

Arriving at the King's Gate, the Gold Cloaks eyed them.

"Who goes there!?" A man atop of the gate screamed out to them.

Jaehaerys sighed. "Prince Jaehaerys, second son to King Aerys the Second, and with me are my great companions. Ser Jonothor Darry and Ser Barristan Selmy of the Kingsguard."

Jaehaerys smiled at the man's shocked and embarrassed face.

"Your Grace! Please accept my apology."

Jaehaerys nodded and the man nodded in same. "Open the gates!"

Various other voices shouted the same thing and within seconds the gate opened.

"Your Grace. Again, please accept my deepest apologies. I'll send a couple of my men to escort you to the gates of the Red Keep."

Jaehaerys eyed the men then nodded. The man atop the gate again shouted some orders and several men of the city watch accompanied them to the gates of the Red Keep and there Jaehaerys once again marveled at the beauty that is the Red Keep.

Built by his ancestors, King Aegon the Conqueror and King Maegor the Cruel. The Red Keep was a sight to behold. Jaehaerys grew up in this castle and he knew that one day, his older brother Rhaegar would become king of the seven kingdoms and Jaehaerys his right-hand man.

Jaehaerys knew that he would never inherit the Iron Throne unless something happened to Rhaegar. Most like his brother would give him some land to build a keep in, if not, he would stay at the Red Keep or go to Dragonstone. He didn't care which, as long as he was there to help his brother rule.

Once inside the castle, Ser Jonothor and Ser Barristan made their way to the White Sword Tower, the residence of the Kingsguard. He himself would go to the small council chambers. His father had named him Master of Laws but what he really wanted was to be Hand of the King.

Jaehaerys himself knew that he make a great Hand. Although his father was reluctant. In truth, Jaehaerys hadn't seen his father in quite some time. His father would never attend small council meetings and the only times he saw his father was at court and at tourneys.

Making his way to the small council chambers, he was met by two of the Kingsguard. Ser Oswell Whent and Ser Gwayne Gaunt. he eyed Ser Oswell Whent, he never liked the man. His dark humor he liked less.

Ser Gwayne tensed up at his appearance. "Your Grace. It's good to finally have you back at the capital."

Jaehaerys smiled in response. Ser Oswell spoke up, "I don't know why you go to that cursed place, Summerhall. Nothin' but ruins and ash."

Jaehaerys' smile quickly went away. He eyed Ser Oswell, He eyed the emblazoned black bat of House Whent on his helmet, Jaehaerys always hated that helmet.

"Ser Oswell. My great grandfather died, King Aegon died there. Lord Commander of the Kingsguard Ser Duncan the Tall also died there." Jaehaerys spoke.

Ser Oswell's expression didn't let up. "A shame. Still a cursed ruin."

Jaehaerys sighed. "I've returned. I've heard that there's a small council meeting, a meeting without it's Master of Laws."

Ser Gwayne Gaunt nodded and let him pass.

The one voice he heard was the current Hand of the King, Tywin Lannister. Tywin was a man to be feared. Jaehaerys himself in all his years never saw him smile, not after the death of his wife Joanna Lannister.

"Once the prince is born I plan to host a tourney at Lannisport in his name."

Jaehaerys walked in and smiled. "No need to stand my lords. I've returned from Summerhall."

All present at the small council stood. Varys the Spider smiled at him, "Your Grace. It is good to have you back in King's Landing."

Jaehaerys smile went away. He never trusted the spider. He was good at his job Jaehaerys had to give him that but he still never trusted him.

"Lord Varys." Jaehaerys nodded his head in response. Once Jaehaerys sat down the council followed.

A/N: While writing this I finally decided on the date. The date is 276 AC, one year before the Defiance of Duskendale and 6 years before Roberts Rebellion. Also, please leave reviews telling me on how I can improve, suggestions, and constructive criticism. Thank you for reading.

Ages:

Rhaegar: 17, born 259 AC
Jaehaerys: 15, born 261 AC