Tensions are rising and war is inevitable since the loss of Rhaenyra's son, Lucerys. The halls of Dragonstone are tainted with grief, anger and the urge for revenge. Rhaenyra and Daemon have put their attentions onto war strategies against the Hightower's, leaving Jacaerys Targaryen to sort through his feelings of the loss of his brother by himself.

You walk up the cliffside of Dragonstone, wind rustling your hair as you spot Jacaerys looking out of the view of the Dothraki sea with dragons coming and going in the distance. You and Jacaerys grew up together, since your father, Daemon Targaryen married Rhaenyra, with them deciding it was best for their two heirs to be betrothed to one another. You know this is one of the places he goes for a moment of quiet against the tense war councils. You silently approach Jacaerys, standing beside him.

"I guess it's not a surprise you found me here." He said, his voice quiet to not draw too much attention to the emotions he was feeling.