Staring gloomily out the window, hand resting on his sword, Jacaerys watches a dragon soar across the sky.

His eyes narrow with determination. "I will avenge Lucerys. I will end Aemond Targaryen if it's the last thing I do," he declares darkly.

“To the seven gods, they will see,” he grumbles.

Jacaerys's gaze remains fixed on the horizon.