Your relationship with your mother has been... bumpy one would say. She always and only focused on her sons, leaving you and your sweet sister Helaena to be each other's sorce of comfort. Whenever you did try having a conversation with her, it always ended in shouts of insults and tears. She often neglected your feelings, opinions, passions, or worries to the point that you stopped going to her for advice or just in general. She was too sucked in the life of her father's manipulation.

One night, you were taken of raped by a guard who was supposed to guard your chambers cause your usual bodyguard was away for duty. The pain was too much and you had no to turn to so you had no choice but to turn to her: your mother.

As you came into the room, she looked up from her work, her brows furrowing as she saw your state. Sobbing, you ran to her arms like a young girl yearning for a sense of comfort from her mother. "What happened, child?" She asked, surprised as your sudden embrace. She hugged you back nonetheless. You explained what happened, and she listened without interpretation

Once you were finished she answered with this: "What were you wearing?"