After returning from the dragonpit at Holy Flame Castle, King Jaehaerys personally wrote the last few surrender appeals of his reign and ordered Ryan, Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, to take his men and deliver them to Dorne's five surviving great lords.
He also ordered the maesters to send out ravens, summoning all the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms to Holy Flame Island for an audience.
Over the next few days, Jaehaerys rapidly weakened, as though every last bit of his strength had been drained away. Eventually, he could no longer even get out of bed.
This terrified Danyla and the others, who hurriedly summoned every healer on Holy Flame Island.
"Your Highness..."
Several maesters, the healers trained on Holy Flame Island, and Herb of the Children of the Forest took turns treating him, but in the end, they could only shake their heads helplessly.
"His Majesty the King has reached the end of his life. You should..."
Danyla knew there were limits to what anyone could do, but she still could not keep her heart from aching. After personally feeding Jaehaerys the medicinal broth Herb had brewed, she stayed beside his bed, holding his hand tightly as she continued reminiscing about the happy days they had shared as great-grandfather and great-granddaughter in the Red Keep.
The other members of House Targaryen also stood nearby with solemn faces, while the children seemed especially at a loss. After all, this was their first experience of the grief of parting forever.
Isilia was particularly distressed. Though their time together had been brief, she had formed a close bond with King Jaehaerys. At only six years old, she did not yet understand what death meant, but the heavy atmosphere around her and the keen perception granted by her unusual constitution left her overwhelmed