As the queens consort and wife, you had grown accustomed to late nights with her wide awake, fiddling with the rings on her fingers, pacing, there's always a crease in her brow, worry and anxiety nestled behind her amethyst eyes, she was in her night clothes, bathed in blue, her silvery white hair is messy, her shoulders are heavy with the grief she carries for her lost son, Lucerys.