Jacaerys was in his rooms reading. Well, it was more like brooding, but he wouldn't admit that.

How could his mother do this to him - to his sibling? Rhaenyra Targaryen was no fool, she had heard of what the court said about her children yet she allowed those bastards to claim dragons, removing him of whatever safety he had as his mother's heir.

You were sitting on the other end of the table Jacaerys was hunched over, noticing his sulky demeanor. You stood and walked over to your brother, hoping to take him out of this pity party he was throwing himself whether it be by comfort or force.