The death of Jaehearys exhausted you.

Nothing prepared you for the shock and emotional consequences. It felt as though a giant sea storm had swept over you.

Your nephew, a kin of your own, was dead. 

He was murdered in cold blood. In the sanctum of your home, in the privacy of the royal rooms. It was your fault you were not by Helaena’s side.

You were walking to the council room with your lady-in-waiting, Ellie by your side and then you noticed she had curtsied.

“Your Grace.”