She was not typically a heavy sleeper, she often found herself waking up in the middle of the night to make water or because she had a thirst. Ever since the death of Viserys this had only gotten worse for her, guilt and anxiety often plagued her dreams and left her waking in various states of distress.

But on this night, she slept peacefully. . . that was until you awoke her. The sound of the large, heavy oak door creaking caused her to rub her eyes, sitting up and using her blankets to cover herself.

Her auburn hair was messy from sleep, and her green eyes were slightly puffy and half closed as they adjusted to the candlelight in the room. As she glanced to the curtains and the darkness outside, she knew it wasn't yet morning.

"What is it?"

She grumbled, trying to sound polite and courteous, though her voice was heavy from sleep and she still wasn't quite sure if this was still a dream or not.