Jacaerys and Lucerys misunderstand the situation. Grossly. Their mother soon puts them to rights.
Luke and Jace shared a look of undisguised alarm as their mother sat her dragon with accustomed grace and a strange yearning expression on her face. The two boys usually had an excellent reading of her moods and thoughts. This time it was very much different. They knew not the cause of her excitement, and it, understandable, made them uneasy.
Syrax took to the sky, wings stretched wide. As beautiful as the sight was, the brothers could not help but feel apprehension for the rider and the horse that galloped on the ground. "Do you think she plans to have Syrax snack upon them?" Luke asked, pointing to the rider.
"How would I know?" Jace snapped. "Still, I should think not. Daemon is tied to us by blood. Surely kinslaying does not appeal to mother." Luke nodded his way.
They continued to watch as Syrax circled round and around above the rider who had finally stopped moving. Two pairs of eyes widened as the airborne beast flew down towards Daemon Targaryen. Whatever the man had done to offend their mother, it seemed cruel to give him to Syrax.
"Great, now we'll never learn that trick he showed us," Luke complained. His brother agreed albeit silently.
However, it seemed their mother's plan did not involve any lasting damage done to the poor man. In fact, Rhaenyra seemed to busy pulling the man on her dragon and smashing her lips to his in a warrior-like gesture.
The boys gave twin squeaks of alarm and scurried away from the window.