The hours in the study felt like an eternity.
Lyanna looked at every portrait, reading every name inscribed on the frames. She touched the toys, the books, the jewellery, and other personal objects of the deceased with tears in her eyes.
By the time Adrian knocked on the door, Lyanna's tears had dried. She felt hollow, like an empty shell sitting on the floor surrounded by ghosts.
"Your Majesty?" Adrian's voice was gentle. "His Majesty has asked me to escort you back to your chambers. You may compose yourself before the evening's event."
Lyanna stood up on shaking legs, carefully placing Lily's doll back on the table. She looked around the room one last time, at the evidence of her mother's crimes.
"I'm sorry." She whispered in the empty room, to the dead who couldn't hear her. "I'm so sorry."
It was meaningless, but it was all she had. She opened the door to find Adrian waiting.
"Let me take you to your chambers."
