He shook his head, and his gaze settled on the Targaryen King. Just as Aegon was about to stand up from his chair and retreat, its wooden leg broke, his boots slipped into the muddy ground, and his head fell towards an inconspicuous rock amidst the muddy snow. The kingsguard near him tried to help their king up, but all they could do was turn Aegon face up. Joy filled Jaime's heart at Aegon's unresponsive eyes and bleeding temple. The Seven were truly with him this day. If Daenerys was dead as well, the only problem remaining would be this rampant Northern monster that was culling men as if they were pigs in a slaughterhouse.