Everyone was waiting. Aemond sat in a chair, flanked by the maesters; he had lost an eye.

You and Daemon arrived late. Without hesitation, you rushed over to Rhaenyra's sons, your nephews, Jacaerys and Lucerys.

Jacaerys' face was bruised, with cuts all over it, while Lucerys had a broken nose. The two of them seemed to be in pain, but they looked more shocked by what had happened.

Lucerys appeared guilty. His intention was not to take his uncle's eye, but he had insulted them as bastards and claimed Vhagar, Laena's dragon, which would have belonged to Baela after her mother's death.

"What happened?" You asked, making eye contact with Aemond. Your eyes widened in shock. Your gaze shifted towards Alicent, whose face was tear-stained. Her son had been injured, and she was clearly furious.