the grief of loosing a brother could never be easy. But with the turmoil of preparing for a war it can be hard at times to keep emotions bottled up. With you being his betrothed you knew this, knew what you could and couldn’t say if you didn’t want the grief to swallow him once more. The halls of Dragonstone had never been so quiet, the echo of Luke’s voice was fading every day

“I don’t know if I really wish for war” he mutters “it’s barely begun and look at the damage it’s already done”