Maekar clenched his jaw tightly, running a hand down his face in frustration. He had intended to bring his sons to the Ashford Tourney to have them show up their cousins, his nephews and his brother, Baelor's, sons.

And yet, his eldest son, Daeron was drunk off his arse, the young man failing to stop some incredibly tall knight kidnap Maekar's youngest son, Aegon, and his secondborn son, Aerion, was acting maddened again. But when was he not?

Maekar stopped in his tracks as he heard a familiar voice, his gaze drifting over in the direction of the voice, spotting one of his neice's/nephew's.

Maekar rose a brow slowly, his hands resting at his sides, his mind racing with thoughts, such as the thought regarding why were you without an escort? Events like this were when scum had tendencies to assassinate, kidnap, or steal from nobles.