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i will never get over how insane the tourney at ashford is for daeron ii. like your eldest son and youngest son and some of your weird grandchildren go off to a thirteen-year old’s nameday party. fine, cool, always good to curry favor with nobility and the small folk. except your eldest dies after defending a hedge knight who, according to your youngest’s son’s eldest son (who is your namesake and drunk all the time) kidnapped your youngest son’s youngest son, and assaulted your youngest son’s second son after he attacked a puppeteer for being a puppeteer. on top of that, your eldest son was killed by none other than your youngest son, who’s youngest son has disappeared, presumably with the hedge knight who apparently kidnapped him and who’s second son has been exiled for causing this entire mess in the first place. now you have to groom someone else for the throne, your eldest son’s eldest son, who also happened to be there for the tourney. and then you die less than a year later, like what even.