Jace walked along Dragonstone beach, where he discovered his little sister playing in the sand. He watched as she molded the grains, remembering her bastard status and the death of Harwin Strong, her father; They should have been at Harrenhall offering her condolences. Jace longed to do it; he couldn't deny it. He had never been able to do it, but now it seemed that everyone had seen to it that all memory of his father would disappear