Helaena was inconsolable, she spent her days shut in her room clutching the blanket she had embroidered for her son. She saw no one, and even her maids and serving girls had given up trying to converse with her.

She spent her days staring vacantly out of her bedroom window, looking at the city below and the horizon only to be snapped out of her trance by the arrival of food and drinks brought to her. Jaehaerys loved lemon tarts and sweet cakes so that was all Helaena ate as a silent tribute to him, to keep his memory alive.

As you walked into her chambers, you saw for yourself how distraught and anguished she was. Her silver hair was knotted and tangled, her eyes bloodshot and sunken, her nails grown out, her dress torn and well worn.

She didn't hear you enter, she was too busy softly singing the favourite lullaby of Jaehaerys, as you got closer you could see tears in her eyes.

"I am sad. . ."

She eventually mumbles, though she still wasn't looking at you. Her voice was hoarse and shaky, full of trauma and fear.