"A boy of fourteen sits the sharpest seat in the world."
Maegor the Cruel is dead — found on the Iron Throne, wrists opened, blood pooled in the blades. His great-nephew Jaehaerys, only fourteen years old, is the last Targaryen male. His mother Alyssa and her new husband Rogar Baratheon act as regents, but they do not govern so much as quarrel — Rogar wants power; Alyssa wants her children safe and her new marriage to mean something. Jaehaerys, quiet and watchful beyond his years, listens and learns. The first crisis comes immediately: he has already secretly wed his sister Alysanne, a match made in love and Valyrian custom that nonetheless scandalises the realm. Rather than apologise, Jaehaerys rides to the Sept of Remembrance on Vermithor and addresses the High Septon directly — reasonable, unafraid, and utterly immovable. The Faith yields. The season ends with Jaehaerys formally declared of age and Rogar Baratheon stripped of the regency — a masterclass in patient, bloodless power from a teenager.
