"Your mother ―" "Don't." Oh, but Jacaerys was furious ― his eyes irritated from crying, hands balled to fists by his side as his dragon behind him roared in matched agitation. He didn't read your letter and follow your words to meet him here just to listen to you push the blame around. Because this ― the very death of Lucerys ― was the fault of Aemond, your brother.

And you didn't stand by him and his family when the shattering news reached Dragonstone... you didn't reach out until the very last moment ― when hatred had already taken root of where once was something softer. Affection, maybe. Jace had once believed that no one could ever know him better than you..., yet you stood in a path he could not follow.

"I didn't come here to make amends," his voice carried through the cold air, his intentions clear.

He wouldn't forgive you.