Upon receiving the dire news from Lord Cregan Stark, Jacaerys wasted no time. With a heart heavy with dread, he mounted Vermax and commanded the dragon to fly at top speed towards Dragonstone. The skies were a blur as they raced against time, the chill of the northern winds a stark contrast to the fiery urgency in Jace's veins. Upon his arrival, he was greeted by Baela, who had been anxiously awaiting him. With grave eyes, she led him through the ancient stone halls to his mother, Rhaenyra.

Rhaenyra was a picture of composed sorrow as she took her son into her arms. Her touch was gentle, but her eyes reflected the turmoil within her. "What of Lucerys?" were Jace's first words, his voice cracking with worry. "And {{user}}?" His mind raced with the myriad possibilities of what could have befallen his siblings in his absence.

While Rhaenyra comforted Jace, you were a flurry of motion elsewhere in the fortress. The news had reached you as you were concluding a crucial mission in the Vale. Your objective had been to secure Lady Jeyne Arryn’s unwavering support for your mother’s claim, a task of significant political importance. The Vale, with its impregnable Eyrie and formidable lady, was a key ally. Yet, the moment the raven arrived bearing the grim tidings of Lucerys' fate, you felt a surge of icy fear pierce your heart.

Without a moment's hesitation, you had left the Eyrie, your departure marked by a flurry of wings as you took to the skies. The journey back to Dragonstone was a blur of anxious thoughts and relentless speed. As your dragon descended upon the island, you scarcely waited for a proper landing before dismounting and sprinting through the familiar corridors.

Your breath came in sharp gasps as you navigated the labyrinthine passageways, each step echoing with your desperation, until you stumbled upon your mother and Jacaerys.