The Riverlands ― Maidenpool…

Following his victory over Aemond at Harrenhal and subsequent retreat, Jaehaerys replenished his supplies at Duskendale before making his way to Maidenpool for some much-needed rest. Seeking solace and healing, he immersed himself in the famed Jonquil's Pool, whose waters are said to be blessed with healing properties. The skilled hands of a healer had already tended to his wounds, stitching up the gashes on his left leg and right shoulder to the elbow. Emerging from the rejuvenating pool, the Silver Dragon pondered his next move. Aegon and Nettles were still embroiled in a fierce military campaign against the Baratheon forces in the Stormlands. At the same time, Aemma had been dispatched to the Westerlands to force House Lannister into submission. Meanwhile, Viserys and cousin Lucerys had flown to Tumbleton to rescue the town from an unknown threat. As Jaehaerys changed into fresh attire, he inadvertently overheard a conversation between two House Mooton scouts in an adjacent room nearby.

"Did you hear, Tarik? The Caltrops are on the verge of total collapse. They say the war's over."

"Seven hells, so long as one of those lads is still standing, the war's not over."

"But the Westerlands and those Lannister cunts have already surrendered. I heard Princess Aemma played a huge role."

"She's a Targaryen and a dragonrider, Lucan. Of course, it'd be a fool's errand to go against a dragon—a big one, in fact."

"Silverwing's no Vhagar, Tarik."

"No, but Good Queen Alysanne's dragon stood up to Vhagar at Rook's Rest long enough for help to arrive. But that's not all I've heard. The Red Kraken's being a little defiant, even though the Lannisters already surrendered."

"You can never trust a Greyjoy or any ironborn from those blasted islands to do what anyone says! Do you know why? Because they're not trustworthy!"

Jaehaerys was fully engrossed in the conversation, hanging on to every word and absorbing all the gossip that was being shared. Aemma's defeated the Lannisters, yet Dalton Greyjoy won't back down? He was well aware that the Red Kraken was known for being bold, ruthless, and cunning, determined to bring back the ancient practices that had been banned by his ancestor, Aegon the Conqueror, during his conquest of Westeros. Despite their defeat and restriction to the Iron Islands, the ironborn were far from submissive. They yearned for the days of old, when their longships ruled the seas, and their reaving brought them glory and riches. The prohibition on their customs only served to fuel their desire to reclaim their former power not seen since King Harren Hoare. Raiding, looting, and plundering were not just acts of violence for Dalton, but a way of life that he believed was his birthright. Their reversion to their age-old traditions would mean a return to the days of constant raids along the western coast, with innocent villages and towns falling victim to their brutal attacks. No. House Targaryen banned such savage customs for a reason. Lord Dalton wouldn't dare.

Before he could move, the scouts spoke more.

"What else did you hear?" Lucan inquired.

"Well," Tarik murmured, "one of my cousins is in the army. Last I heard, Prince Aegon has the Baratheons bogged down in a nasty ground war. I'm told one of the dragonseeds is helping him."

"A bastard? Interesting. I thought Prince Aegon was overseeing her."

"No, that's his twin, Prince Viserys. He's gone to Tumbleton with one of Princess Rhaenyra's sons. Apparently, there's some strange activity going on there, but I'm told it's a rumor."

Jaehaerys tensed up slightly, refraining from making any noise that would give him away. However, the rumors he was eavesdropping on, even if they turned out to be unfounded, could not be disregarded so easily. Considering his brothers, sister, and one of his cousins scattered across different regions of the realm, the Silver Dragon couldn't be in multiple places at once. Nevertheless, he understood the importance of their individual growth and independence. Jaehaerys had entrusted Aegon and Nettles with dealing with Borros Baratheon and capturing Storm's End. He had assigned Aemma to handle Casterly Rock. However, Tumbleton remained a mystery to him. It may have been a minor inconvenience for some, but it left Jaehaerys with a knot in his gut. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. Very, very wrong…

Viserys…

Stepping away from the door, Jaehaerys gathered his essential belongings and retrieved his straight-edged king's sword. As he emerged from his guest room, he coincidentally collided with Lord Manfryd Mooton, the ruler of Maidenpool and the younger brother of the late Walys Mooton, who had perished in the battle at Rook's Rest.

Lord Manfryd stumbled back. "Ah, Prince Jaehaerys," he stammered, quickly regaining his composure. "I did not expect to run into you here. I had assumed you were still in your room."

Jaehaerys studied the man before him, his mind racing with possibilities. Manfryd had always been a loyal vassal since he declared Maidenpool for the Blacks. "No need for apologies. I must extend my personal thanks to House Mooton for your hospitality in these trying times," he replied, his voice steady. "However, I cannot afford to remain idle for long."

"My prince?"

"Forgive me, Lord Manfryd, but my presence here would pose a risk to Maidenpool and its people should the fighting come to your doors. Whatever your men may have heard or suggested, this war is far from over. Not while Aegon Waters and Aemond are still out there."

"But word had already spread about your daring heroism at Harrenhal. The minstrels have already begun singing how you single-handedly defeated the accursed kinslayer Aemond Targa―"

"My uncle still lives," Jaehaerys interrupted, turning to face him. "While it is true that I beat him in battle, I could not finish him. All those agents who accompanied me… They're all gone. Once Aemond fully recovers, he will personally burn down every village and every holdfast in the Riverlands he suspects of harboring me." He slung his bag over his shoulder. "That's why I must go. As long as I stay, I'm only endangering your house."

"But my prince," Norren, Maidenpool's maester, chimed in, "your wounds, they haven't properly healed yet. You need to rest."

"I will be fine, Maester Norren. House Targaryen will not forget what you've done for us."

Jaehaerys wasted no time leaving Maidenpool, his mind consumed with urgency to get out of this place. Ignoring the confusion and protests that erupted in his wake, he swiftly made his way towards the outskirts of the town, where Vermithor awaited him. The streets were abuzz with whispers and gasps as the people witnessed the Silver Dragons's departure, but Jaehaerys paid them no heed. As he approached the spot where Vermithor had just finished devouring a bull, the pungent smell of charred flesh filled the air, mingling with the acrid scent of smoke. The remains of the slaughtered animal lay scattered upon the cold, unforgiving stones, a stark reminder of the dragon's insatiable appetite. With each step he took, the ground seemed to tremble beneath him as if acknowledging the presence of the Bronze Fury that awaited his arrival. And there, amidst the remnants of the bull, stood Vermithor, his new massive size of 287 feet in length, towering over Jaehaerys.

"Huh… 100 years old, and you're still growing bigger by the day."

As Jaehaerys drew closer, Vermithor lifted his head, his eyes meeting the young prince's gaze like pools of molten bronze. They seemed to burn with an intensity that mirrored the dragon's fiery breath, yet there was also a glimmer of recognition and loyalty within them.

"*Grrrrrrrr!*"

"Dohaerās, Vērmithari. Lykirī. (Serve, Vermithor. Be calm.)" With a nod of his head, Jaehaerys signaled to Vermithor, and the elder dragon responded by lowering his massive head, inviting his rider to mount him. As Jaehaerys climbed onto Vermithor's back, he could feel the power coursing through the dragon's body, the heat emanating from his bronze scales. Once strapped in, he gripped the reins of his saddle. "Sōvēs, Vērmithari! (Fly, Vermithor!)" he commanded.

"*Ruuuuuuu!*"

With a mighty beat of his wings, Vermithor launched himself into the sky. Maidenpool quickly disappeared beneath them, the town shrinking into a mere speck on the horizon as they flew towards their next destination: Tumbleton. The rolling hills and lush forests stretched out before them, a patchwork of greens and browns that seemed to go on forever. However, an ominous storm descended upon the land, unleashing a torrential downpour that lashed against Jaehaerys's face, feeling the wind whip through his hair and the rain soak through his clothes as he and Vermithor weathered the storm. The storm had turned the once peaceful landscape into a tumultuous sea of mud and water, with trees bending and swaying in the fierce winds. Despite the intense winds and driving rain, the Bronze Fury continued to soar through the tumultuous skies. Lightning cracked in the distance, illuminating the dark clouds that loomed overhead.

Whatever this sinking suspicion in his gut was, Jaehaerys silently prayed that he wasn't too late.

The Reach ― Tumbleton…

"No…"

When Jaehaerys and Vermithor reached Tumbleton, they were met with a horrifying sight. It was a scene of devastation and cold-blooded slaughter. The stench of smoke and charred flesh hung heavy in the air. The once bustling streets were now nothing more than a twisted maze of rubble and debris. Buildings that had once stood tall and proud now lay in ruins, their charred remains serving as a grim reminder of the destruction that had taken place. The castle and market town now stood as a mere shell of its former glory. Its walls were blackened and crumbling, the flames having devoured everything in their path. The grand halls were now silent, their opulent furnishings reduced to ash. Tumbleton had been savagely sacked, leaving only a haunting emptiness. The flames that had ravaged the buildings still flickered. The banners of House Hightower fluttered weakly in the wind; their colors faded, torn, and trampled upon.

As Jaehaerys walked through the battlefield, glancing left and right, the bodies of townspeople and soldiers were strewn across the field, their lifeless forms twisted and contorted in grotesque positions. Some were barely recognizable, their flesh charred beyond recognition, while others bore the gruesome marks of mutilation, their limbs torn asunder. "Oh, gods…" he silently spoke in shock. Examining the fallen soldiers, Jaehaerys could see the signs of a fierce battle. Their armor bore the scars of a brutal conflict. Arrows pierced some pieces, others dented from the force of enemy blows, and some even melted from the intense heat of dragonfire. He recognized some of them. "Lord Roderick? Lord Footly?" he turned to his left and saw more of them. "Wha… Ser Bryndon? L-Lord Ormund?!"

"*Urrrrrrrr!*" Vermithor emitted a deep, rumbling growl as the elder dragon moved in sync beside his rider, his massive feet thudding heavily against the earth with every stride. Scanning the horizon for any signs of danger, the Bronze Fury meticulously sniffed the air, his nostrils flaring as he detected a lingering scent in the air. Emitting another low growl, louder and more frequent than the first, Vermithor instinctively knew that whatever caused the devastating chaos still lingered nearby.

The rain continued to pour relentlessly, drenching Jaehaerys and Vermithor as they pressed on through the desolate landscape around Tumbleton. The stormy sky above was illuminated by streaks of lightning, casting an eerie glow on the scene of destruction below, followed by the sounds of deafening thunder. Buildings lay in ruins, their walls reduced to rubble, and their roofs collapsed. The flames that had consumed them still flickered. The ground was littered with the fallen, their lifeless bodies scattered haphazardly, their numbers too great to be counted individually. The sight was overwhelming, a haunting testament to the horrors of war. With a heavy heart, Jaehaerys carefully navigated the treacherous terrain, his eyes scanning the area for any signs of life. He desperately hoped to find survivors amidst the wreckage, a glimmer of hope in this sea of despair. But as the Silver Dragon continued his search, his gaze fell upon a sight that caused him to gasp in horror. Before him lay the lifeless bodies of the elderly, women, and innocent children ranging from ages four months to 10 years. They were barely recognizable; their charred and mutilated forms bore witness to the brutality of the attack. Some had tried to shield their loved ones from dragonflame, only to meet a gruesome demise.

No one was spared.

Not even the women and children survived… Jaehaerys could only stand in stunned silence, his hand rising instinctively to cover his mouth in disbelief. The magnitude of the senseless tragedy that had befallen them was overwhelming. He felt a lump form in his throat as he surveyed the scene before him. His heart ached for the innocent lives that had been mercilessly snuffed out, their hopes and dreams extinguished in an instant. The sight of the children, their innocent faces frozen in expressions of terror, was particularly haunting. Their small bodies, once full of life and laughter, now lay broken and lifeless. As Jaehaerys continued to walk through the battlefield, he couldn't help but wonder what had driven men to commit such atrocities. The war had brought out the worst in people, turning them into monsters capable of unimaginable cruelty. Who… Who could've done this?

However, the next horrific scene greets Jaehaerys with a horrifying sight as he approaches - two lifeless dragons lay before him. One appeared smaller, possibly a young dragon recently from the Dragonpit in King's Landing. Its left side was charred, with severe burns stretching from its face down to its abdomen. Its scales were scorched and blackened, and its once fearsome claws were broken and bloodied. The once majestic wings were now in tatters, and its entire body was brutally ripped apart, marred with deep gashes and puncture wounds. The lower jaw had been forcefully torn off, exposing the raw flesh beneath, while the scaly skin around its skull seemed to have been eaten away, leaving only bone and an empty eye socket.

Next to him stood another dragon that Jaehaerys immediately recognized. This dragon had a deep purple hue on its wings with scales of cobalt and cyan, but it was evident that it had suffered severe injuries. Its left wing was utterly gone, part of its leg was missing below the knee, and a large portion of its tail was bitten off.

Maelyx!

"Luke! Viserys!" Jaehaerys called out loudly, his voice reverberating through the landscape, yet there was no reply. The silence that followed was deafening, causing him to fear the worst. Gods be merciful… "Luke, Viserys! Where are you!?" he shouted again, but there was no response. As he hurried towards the dragons, Jaehaerys abruptly stopped when he stumbled upon a charred body, its features unidentifiable. The only clue to the person's identity was a torn piece of cloth bearing a silver seahorse on a field of sea green. Despite the lack of recognition, Jaehaerys knew deep down that it was his cousin, Lucerys. Luke… No, no, Luke…

Jaehaerys hesitated, his finger barely grazing the charred remains of his young cousin. As the corpse crumbled into a pile of ash beneath his touch, a wave of sorrow washed over him. Lucerys Velaryon, so young and full of life and barely one more month away from his fifteenth nameday, was now reduced to nothing but dust in his palms. Daeron's sacrifice had been in vain, only delaying the inevitable. The Dance that had ravaged the Seven Kingdoms had claimed yet another life from one of his own family, leaving Jaehaerys with a bitter taste in his mouth. Whoever was responsible for this outrage will face the consequences. But before he could fully process the loss of his cousin, a faint voice called out to him, pulling him back to reality.

"Bro… ther…"

Jaehaerys's attention was immediately captured as his ears perked up. That voice, he knew it all too well! In a swift motion, he jerked his head up and turned to locate the source. His heart sank as he saw a feeble hand weakly reaching out before retracting. Without wasting a moment, Jaehaerys hurriedly approached and knelt beside his younger brother, Viserys. "Viserys…" he whispered, his voice laced with a mixture of anxiety and profound concern as he took in the sight of his brother lying on the ground, pale, weak, and covered in blood. Gently lifting Viserys's head in his left hand, Jaehaerys held it steady.

Viserys looks at Jaehaerys with tired eyes, a weak smile forming on his pale face. "I… I knew you would come," his breath coming in short gasps.

Jaehaerys glanced downwards and noticed Viserys clutching a soggy, drenched Hightower banner that was heavily stained with a deep red color across his lower abdomen. With trembling hands, he cautiously peeled back the front of the fabric to examine the injury. To his complete astonishment and a sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach, Jaehaerys realized the severity of the damage. Viserys was barely managing to keep entrails from spilling out. It was a mortal wound, and he understood that his brother would not survive a traumatic injury like this. "Oh, Viserys, no…" his voice trembled. With trembling hands, he tore a strip of fabric from his own cloak and pressed it firmly against Viserys's abdomen, hoping to stem the bleeding, his hands slick with his brother's blood. But deep down, he knew that there was nothing he could do. Viserys was beyond help.

"It… It's all right, Jay…" Viserys gasped out in a tone that was scarcely above a whisper, blood dribbling from his mouth. His breathing grew shallow. "You… of all people… know me better than this. We… We don't go down without a fight…"

"Wha… What happened here?"

"We… We were ambushed by… by the… Two Betrayers: Hugh Hammer and… and Ulf White. I… tried to save Luke, but… their dragons… their dragons got in the way. I-I…"

"Stay with me, Viserys," Jaehaerys whispered, his voice filled with a mix of fear.

Viserys weakly nodded, his face pale and contorted with pain. The two brothers locked eyes, their unspoken bond conveying a lifetime of shared memories and love. "We… We were beginning to be the best… But they… they don't fight fair," he was coughing up blood, and there was a gurgling sound in his throat. Jaehaerys could see the flicker of life slowly fading from Viserys's gaze, a bittersweet reminder of what was being lost, and it tore at his very soul. Tears began spilling from his eyes. "I'm scared, Jay… Help me not be…" Viserys stretched out one hand while his other held his guts in. Jaehaerys took his brother's trembling hand and held it tight.

"Shhh, shhh. Don't try to talk, Viserys. I-I'm here now…"

"H-Heh… Always… know what to say to… to make me… better, lē… (bi…) lēkia issa. (big… brother.) Va… Vaoreznuni. Sylutis nyke ñuha… ñuha sȳrje. Vaore… znuni… (I… I'm sorry. I tried my… my best. I'm… sorr…)"

Jaehaerys felt a lump form in his throat, unable to make a sound as he was forced to watch Viserys slowly die in his arms. "Viserys daor. Gōntan qringaomis. (No, Viserys. You didn't fail.)" He felt his brother's hand slip from his grasp and hit the ground as he finally went limp. As Viserys took his last breath, Jaehaerys bowed his head in mourning, knowing he had lost two more members of his own family. However, despite the deep grief, no tears streamed down his face. Tenderly wiping the blood from Viserys's face, Jaehaerys gently closed his brother's eyes and carefully laid him down. Standing up, the Silver Dragon observed the desolate landscape before him.

My family… Grandfather, Daeron… and now… now Luke and Viserys…? Th-Those PIGS!

Jaehaerys has been struck by a series of tragedies, one after another. His grandfather is dead; his cousin is dead; two of his brothers are dead… The weight of these tragedies has taken a toll on him, leaving him with no time to properly mourn or recover. But it was the revelation of Viserys's final words that struck a cord. The Silver Dragon clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white. As the truth about the events in Tumbleton unfolded before him, Jaehaerys felt a surge of emotions welling up inside him. The grief he had been carrying suddenly mingled with a fierce rage, consuming him from within. It was as if a storm had been unleashed within his soul, causing his body to tremble with the intensity of his emotions. The grief slowly manifested into a seething anger. The pain of loss was no longer a solitary ache but a raging inferno demanding justice and retribution for those he had lost.

"*Grrrrrrrrrrr!*" Vermithor growled menacingly.

"*Raaaaaaa!*"

"*Reeeeeeeee!*"

Jaehaerys heard the rumbling growl of his own dragon, which was soon accompanied by the distinct vocalizations of two other dragons. He quickly turned his gaze to find Hugh Hammer and Ulf White with their own dragons, Seasmoke and Tessarion, accompanied by their sellswords. "I thought there was a foul smell in the air. So you're responsible for all this," he spoke with a venomous tone.

Hugh stared down at Jaehaerys in the same way a man would look at a stray dog while Ulf chuckled. "So, the little prince decided to come out and play. Though it seems he came too late."

Vermithor emitted a menacing growl, displaying his aggression as he took two steps forward, positioning himself beside Jaehaerys. It was as if he could sense the intense emotions brewing within his rider. Seasmoke and Tessarion responded in kind, hissing fiercely as the three dragons engaged in a display of dominance. Their jaws snapped threateningly at each other, each asserting their own power. When Tessarion ventured too close, the Bronze Fury swiftly snapped his jaws in warning. However, his attention quickly shifted to Seasmoke, who attempted to nip at him and snapped at him, too, shifting his gaze between them. Tessarion was three times smaller than Vermithor and not as fearsome, while Seasmoke was only half his size. Although Vermithor was bigger and stronger than them, Seasmoke and Tessarion were nimble and more agile in the skies. If it were a one-on-one, Vermithor could effortlessly overpower either of them. However, the odds were against him as he faced two dragons at the same time. With a mighty roar, he spread his wings wide and reared on his hind legs. The tension in the air was palpable as the three dragons circled each other, their wings spread wide, and their eyes locked in a fierce gaze.

"What you've done…" Jaehaerys spoke, his anger rising, "cannot—no, will NOT be forgiven."

It was then that Hugh spoke, his voice loud and booming. "Their deaths were ordained by fate. We need a strong man to lead us, not a lunatic. The throne should be mine. Have you not heard the prophecy? When the hammer falls upon the dragon, a new king shall arise, and none shall stand before him. The age of House Targaryen is over. You shall die, your father shall die, your uncle, all who defy me shall perish beneath my hammer." Then Hugh smirked cruelly. "And then I shall take your mother, your sister, your aunt, even your wife and sister. I will break them and fill them with my seed."

In that instant, a switch flipped within him. Jaehaerys saw red. Hugh Hammer and Ulf White appeared to be gloating at him, rubbing salt in the raw wounds. They weren't seasoned veterans, accomplished generals, or even conquerors. No… they were butchers, mad with ambition with no morals at all. Nothing else existed in the world, and the only things that mattered were himself and the bastard dragonseeds before him. Consumed by an overwhelming rage, his sole desire now was to watch them die.

"…ou… imals…"

"Hmm? Speak up, boy! No one can hear you from beyond the grave."

Raising his head, Jaehaerys glared angrily at Hugh Hammer and Ulf White. The once calm, composed, diplomatic, and patient Targaryen was about to unleash his inner dragon.

"You… You ANIMALS!"

In response to his rider's longing for vengeance, Vermithor sensed the burning desire within Jaehaerys. With a deep rumble, he lifted his head, his eyes gleaming with fury, and parted his massive jaws, unleashing a torrent of scorching flames towards the Two Betrayers. The sellswords, caught off guard by the sudden assault, were engulfed by the inferno, their screams drowned out by the crackling of the flames. Meanwhile, Seasmoke and Tessarion wasted no time in taking to the skies. Their wings beat with a thunderous rhythm as they soared above the chaos. As the wall of flames spread across the vast plains, consuming everything in its path, Vermithor beat his wings, chasing after the two dragons.

"Ngh!" Hugh and Ulf rose to their feet, their bodies still reeling from the impact of Vermithor's powerful blast. As they regained their composure, their eyes were drawn back to the raging fire. Amidst the chaos, the sound of swords clashing and the cries of survivors filled the air. Suddenly, Jaehaerys lunged at them through the inferno like a crazed, possessed demon.

"I'LL KILL YOU!"

Chapter End

Author's Note: With confirmation that Lucerys and Viserys are both dead, Jaehaerys, overwhelmed with grief after losing each member of his family, finally snapped when Hugh Hammer and Ulf White are right before him. Fueled by the desire to avenge his brother and cousin, Jaehaerys chose to attack them. Meanwhile, Vermithor is fighting Seasmoke and Tessarion by himself. How do you think part 2 will play out?

C.E.W: Crown Prince Jaehaerys is back after the encounter with Aemond at Harrenhal. He has now saw the aftermath of the First Battle of Tumbleton, and the deaths of his brother Viserys and cousin Lucerys along with their dragons. Now he is facing off against the traitorous Hugh Hammer and Ulf White as well as their dragons Seasmoke and Tessarion. Doing what they just did, and Hugh Hammer talking foul about his family in such a manner, Hugh and Ulf have just signed their own death sentences... both of them and those who follow them.

Jaehaerys has a chance of defeating them, he has spent his entire life training to be a warrior and dragon rider, training to be the best. Jaehaerys and Vermithor were even able to stand toe to toe with Aemond and Vhagar. If Jaehaerys and Vermithor have a chance against Aemond and Vhagar, then he can take on Hugh and Ulf.

Problem is while Hugh and Ulf are inexperienced dragon riders, their dragons are smaller, faster and more maneuvering, that added with outnumbering Vermithor. Hopefully Jaehaerys can hold out long enough for Aeonar or Daemon to come reinforce.

Questions:

Where is Hugh and Ulf's army at Tumbleton?

—Most fell during the First Battle of Tumbleton, the rest fell to Vermithor and Jaehaerys before he leapt at Hugh and Ulf

If Viserys and Lucerys are dead, does that mean Ormund Hightower and his army are too?

—Yes

Are Aeonar and Vaelor close to Tumbleton?

—Where they're at, those two are closer

rogerlopez99: Well looks like it be confirmed both Lucerys and Viserys are both them killed by Hugh and Ulf, damn similar to the canon but unlike the canon Hugh and Ulf came out victories. It was sad for Jaehaerys to find the remains of Lucerys, and hits more since his brother Daeron sacrifice his life to save Lucerys only for him to died, Daeron death was in vain, and he found his brother Viserys cling to life but in the end he died from his wounds.

Hugh and Ulf arrived, so from what I gather Jaehaerys will fight both Hugh and Ulf on the ground with there weapons while there dragons fight in the sky, Hugh really push Jae buttons

Jaehaerys is letting his inner dragon be unleash I do hope it won't consume him like his father, imagine father and son consume in madness

Question
1. Jaehaerys knows about Ameond survival but does he know about Alys Rivers saving him

—No

2. With Visery and Lucery death is there going to be a chapter to everyone reaction of the grim news, like Aemma, Aegon, Nettles, Daemon and Aeonar

—I'll try

3. I been meaning to ask but why was Maelor Targaryen Aegon II second son removed from the story, just curious

—It was mentioned in the filler arcs when Aegon the Elder was castrated

randomdude24: Well, I both love and hate you for this. The death of Viserys and Lucerys is confirmed. I was really hoping this wouldn't come to pass, but in any war, both sides need to have loss. While i loved the blacks have been winning, this wouldn't be a real war if loss didn't happen for them. I respect your willingness to kill off characters.

Hugh and Ulf are basically mocking their deaths in front of Jay, he's heartbroken at this point, and who knows what he'll do. Hopefully he doesn't get himself killed.

Questions,

Aeonar is probably going to hear soon, the madness has made him irrational and stoic in sense. Viserys death will make him worse?

—Oh, definitely

How will Nettles react to his death? They were close and would she decide to adandon the Blacks?

—She'll be heartbroken

This loss would it begin to push Jay, Aegon, and Aemma down the path of Madness?

—No