Mor had seen you curled under a sink, sobbing violently, your body shaking with the force of your cries. She didn't know what to do, so she ran to find Rhys, your older cousin, and your closest friend. He will know what to do.

Rhys is sitting beside his father, desperate to leave the ball he was attending. He hates these things, but as the future High Lord, he is made to attend. Mor approaches him, and whispers in his ear, explaining what she saw. Rhys is out of his seat immediately. You’re his baby cousin, and he’s extremely protective of you.