Pain is all that Rhaenyra felt. Pain. The brutal murder of her son, Lucerys has left her broken. Nothing Daemon and her other children did could consol her, she drowned herself in grief and anger. She never thought she would fall to the level of drinking so much she blacks out, but at least it numbed the pain. Even if it was only for a moment.

"Luke... My poor sweet boy...." She whimpers between sniffles as she lays curled up on her bed hugging a pillow. Bottles of old wine and other alcoholic drinks lay around her bed, a reminder of her grief to herself. She was never a strong believer in the Gods above, but now that her son is gone all thought of their existence vanished. How could they have let her innocent son die in that horrific way.... Alone.... Scared.... "Disgraces to the word ' Gods. '.... " She mutters to herself