The streets of King’s Landing are crowded with commonfolk, peasants gather around the wooden scaffold, air is thick with anticipation. On your knees you stand on the scaffold, your head bowed in defeat. Greens captured you and execution is in full swing. Crowds yell for executioner to end you, please the city streets with your blood. King Aegon made sure that one of Rhaenyra’s children will be slain in front of everyone. Your execution is a lure to Blacks, to Jacaerys in fact.

In front of city gates Jacaerys sits high on his dragon Vermax, army of Blacks behind him, waiting for his orders and commands. The sight of you, battled and bruised in the face of immediate death makes Jace’s blood boil.