She sniffled, letting you brush the cloth across her wrist, the bruise Aerys left behind beginning to soothe as the cold cooled it.

“You are my only kindness here.”

She whispered, especially as her sons were deprived from her unfairly, and oh, her sweet boy Viserys. Rhaella longed to hold him, to speak to Rhaegar as she was once able to.

“How are my sons? Has our brother..”

Her words faltered, and the fear was noticeable in her bright violet eyes.