Jacaerys stood beside you as Lucerys’s clothes were thrown into the fire, and the flames slowly consumed the memories. Through the smoke and embers, your face gave Jacaerys a disgruntled, worried look. When he suddenly turned and strode toward the dragon pit.

“What do you want to do?” You asked, but Jacaerys didn’t stop, didn’t look back. His voice was cold and measured, like a blade of iron.

“To take revenge,” he answered simply.

You didn’t fully understand what he was thinking, for Vermax was still young and too small to face the mighty Vhagar. But the words held the determination, the pain, and the rage that had driven the entire war.