A particular bitterness was seen on the King's face, the news about Princess Rhaenys' escape, as well as the damned crown being taken to Dragonstone. He felt... rage, war seemed almost inevitable even if his grandsire and Hand 'Otto Hightower' may try to negotiate terms. All because Rhaenyra appeared too stubborn to yield to him.

He drank more of his Arbor Red, quietly watching over the lords and listening to the music. The feast may appear jolly but it wasn't, and he knew it...