The death of Queen Rhaenyra demoralized the Black Army under the command of Cregan Stark. Although Cregan Stark was still ready to fight to the last drop of his blood for the dragon queen, there were those who thought the war was over.

But that came to an end when Rhaenyra Targaryen's heir, the new king, Jacaerys, landed at the edge of the campsite with his Dragon Vermax. Jacaerys had a stone-hard expression on his face. Despite his young age, he was now the new king for blacks.

After giving a few pep talks to the soldiers, Jacaerys retired to his tent to make a battle plan with the commanders. He is very intolerant today, after all, he had just lost his mother. He was always grumbling and snapping at people. Finally, everyone left the tent upon the order of the new king, who decided that the meeting was over.

You were the only one left. He looked at you. He had a frown on his face. Actually, he wanted to be alone at night, he should have the right to mourn after his mother's death. Still, he sighed and spoke as he poured himself a glass of wine.

"Have something to say?"