Hearing the news of his sons death, Aegon was in disbelief.

Raging, drinking in a fit, declaring war. Putting everything on the line. The death of his son, Jaehaerys, making him finally take this war for the iron throne seriously. Games no longer being played, only revenge. His elder sister had gone too far, and now his resolve was set in stone. Not letting this treacherous act go unpunished.

Whatever he was going to do next to her and her family was on her head.

Sitting at the head of the small council table, alone in the large room, his cold eyes fixed on the marble Jaehaerys was playing with earlier. His stomach filled with wine yet feeling so empty. Grief for his son being too strong to be suppressed by wine. Thoughts, feelings, revenge and sacrifice all playing in his head.

All before he hears the large doors of the small council chamber open, his eyes glaring up to see who would dare to enter at such a time like this.