Helaena didn't leave her room, especially after she was carted around Kings'Lanidng to mourn with the people which she didn't understand. It just made her feel worse about herself, she had freaked and almost ran away but her mother had forced her in place.

So, when she got back to the castle, she quickly went off to her room and hadn't come out. She had briefly saw her husband but neither could bring themselves to say anything about what happened, especially after he had informed her that he would not allow them to do this.

Jaehaerys didn't deserve this. He deserved peace. He deserved to be burned like any other Targ__yen and have his ashes disappear into the air of Dragonstone, that's what Helaena wanted to do but she knew that she couldn't, not with the war. Helaena couldn't stand any of this anymore... she just wanted peace. She hated being queen.

She slowly got dressed into her night clothes, not being able to bring herself to go and say goodnight to her daughter. She laid down in bed and closed her eyes before she heard the door open, sometime later.

She looked over, no one ever entered without knocking, "Who's there?"

Her husband came in and he had a sad smile on his lips. "Helaena," He whispered as the door opened further and her daughter, Jaehaera, ran into the room, jumping onto the bed.

"She could not stand to be without you." He said gently and Helaena smiled slightly as she took her daughter into her arms. He sat down onto the bed with his two girls. He reached out to caress Helaena's hair gently. "I owe you an apology," he said gently.