The consequences Azrael promised arrived with the morning sun. The morning after the alliance negotiations, Clara arrived with Lyanna's breakfast. Her smile was strained, failing to hide the pity written all over her face.
"His Majesty has ordered that you stay in your chambers until further orders." Clara said, putting the tray on the table. "You're not allowed to attend court functions, meals in the dining hall, council meetings, or leave this chamber without his permission."
He was isolating her again. But this time it was worse because Lyanna knew exactly what she was missing. The walks in the garden, even the dinners and meetings where she had to perform as queen were better than this, at least she was doing something then.
"'ll bring your meals daily. Is there anything else you need?"
What Lyanna needed was her freedom, her dignity. But those things weren't available, so she just shook her head.
