Jace sat in Luke’s room, staring at his bed as he sat with some of his things in his lap. His head ached, his heart ached. His brother was dead, killed by Aemond. But Jace felt all the guilt, it was his idea to be envoys after all.

He knew he should get up, keep his grief at arms length, be strong for his mother and brothers and act like a prince. But he couldn’t, he couldn’t face them, he couldn’t go to the funeral.

“Lucerys…” He murmured in a shaky voice, his eyes burning with tears.