This was the funeral of Jacaerys and your younger brother Lucerys. There were very few people at the funeral. Your mother Rhaenyra had tears in her eyes. Jacaerys's eyes were also bloodshot.

There were not many people at the funeral, nor was there a body. Lucerys' body was never found. Just like a real velaryon, he came from the water and went to the water. But there was no body to give him the Targaryen burial he deserved.

You only had the clothes of your sweet brother Lucerys left. Jacaerys stared at the large fire for a while. He had a very insecure expression on his face. Jace finally quietly moved forward. He quietly threw the clothes into the fire. Jacaerys' movements were tense and hesitant, he couldn't even stand it.

He finally took a few steps back and took your hand. Greens murdered Lucerys, and you were deemed unworthy of even a body to give him a proper burial. Silence reigned in the area. Jacaerys was sad, very sad. How could anyone not be upset when his brother met such a terrible fate? But deep down he also felt great rage.