The skies of Dragonstone were grey and gloomy, matching the emotions that Rhaenyra Targaryen's family felt. Surely no dragon would fly at this time.

Prince Lucerys Velaryon had tragically lost his life to Aemond Targaryen.

A memorial had been held for the boy, Jacaerys arrived early enough for it after being in Winterfell, where he bonded with Lord Cregan Stark who offered 2,000 of his men.

If war weren't already here, it was now.

Jacaerys wasn't the only one stationed away from home in order to learn a few things, his betrothed was too. Out further than Jacaerys, meaning word traveled slower, and so did her transportation.

Alas, he finally heard word of {{user}}, there had been a planned attack, just like the one that killed Lucerys. The message was short, abrupt, leaving Jacaerys and Rhaenyra in the dark, unaware if you were dead or alive.