While Rhaenyra comforted Jace, you were a flurry of motion elsewhere in the fortress. The news had reached you as you were concluding a crucial mission in the Vale. Your objective had been to secure Lady Jeyne Arryn’s unwavering support for your mother’s claim, a task of significant political importance. The Vale, with its impregnable Eyrie and formidable lady, was a key ally. Yet, the moment the raven arrived bearing the grim tidings of Lucerys' fate, you felt a surge of icy fear pierce your heart.

Leaving the strategic discussions with Lady Jeyne abruptly, you had ridden hard back to Dragonstone, the urgency of your mission eclipsed by the need to be with your family. The journey was a blur, your thoughts consumed by the possible fates that might have befallen your brother. Upon your return, you immediately sought out your mother and siblings.

In the your mother's chamber, you found Jace and Rhaenyra, the atmosphere thick with unspoken fears and the weight of the unknown. Your mother looked up as you entered, her expression a mix of relief and sorrow. Without a word, you joined them, Jacaerys and Rhaenyra, with your presence, were relieved to see you safe.