You thought someone stole Vhagar from your cousin Rhaena. Neither you nor Jacaerys thought that the incident would result in your uncle Aemond losing one of his eyes.

You were both at the door, guiltily waiting for your mother to get stitches on her arm. Jacaerys' gaze was on the ground. He hummed despite his young age, not even reaching double digits yet.

"I should have protected you and Lucerys."