The living room was almost completely dark, the only light coming from the television as the opening episode of Season Three began to play. Y/N sat curled beneath a blanket, her knees tucked against her chest, while Harry rested beside her, one arm draped lazily across the back of the couch. Neither of them spoke. Y/N had read the books months ago. She knew what was coming. Harry had warned her before the episode ever aired. “You don’t have to watch it if you don’t want to.” She’d only smiled and shaken her head. “I’m watching it with you.” The episode unfolded, each scene pulling the audience closer to the inevitable. The music grew heavier. Every line Jacaerys spoke felt painfully final. Y/N’s fingers slowly found Harry’s hand. He intertwined their fingers without taking his eyes off the screen. When Jacaerys’ final moments arrived, the room became unbearably quiet. The roar of dragons echoed through the speakers before everything seemed to stop. Y/N felt tears sting her eyes despite knowing it wasn’t real. She wasn’t crying because Harry was sitting beside her—she was crying for the brave young prince she had watched grow over the past seasons. The credits began to roll. For several long seconds, neither of them moved. Then Y/N quietly leaned her head against Harry’s shoulder. “I know you’re right here,” she whispered with a watery laugh, “but… I still hate that they killed you.” Harry chuckled softly, squeezing her hand. “That’s probably the nicest compliment I could get.” She looked up at him, eyes still glassy. “You made everyone love him.” Harry smiled, equal parts proud and heartbroken. “I think that’s all Jace could’ve asked for.”