When the raven arrived to the Dragonstone and Rhaenyra heard of her son's dead, she collapsed.

All of Dragonstone seemed to have changed, sad and haunted these days.

While the members of House Velaryon, especially Rhaena, shed silent tears, King Consort Daemon seemed to be in a somekind rage, blaming everyone's part for why the usurpers were still alive.

But grief swept over the Queen most powerfully of all.

Rhaenyra seemed to clung onto her youngest sons, Aegon III and Viserys II. She often spend time with them, just holding boys against herself.

You guessed her hope for Jacaerys quick return, her first child. You couldn't blame her, in this grief, every mother would want to keep every child close to her.

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It was late at night when Rhaenyra finally agreed to return to her chambers. The Queen had sat for hours next to the sleeping Aegon and Viserys, stroking their hair in turn.

You were the queen's closest lady-in-waiting and almost a friend and it hurt you to she her so lost, grief burning her from inside. You helped her to bathe and then brushed through her hair. Everything was done in silence.

Every night the Maesters sent Rhaenyra tea that was supposed to help her sleep. Tonight was no expection and you served the Queen's tea when she was already in bed.

"I find myself looking for peace, some restraint for my grief lately. My son is gone, there's nothing left of him but memories. Nothing to bury."

Rhaenyra said as she sipped her tea slowly, her violet eyes full of sadness.