Jaehaerys drew a sharp breath as he saw the look in Elia's eyes. This game cost too much to play and yet they never had a choice- born into it, into a game which you won or you died. Aeny had died. His father had died.
Had the wine been drugged? But Lazralene or Harmon would already be investigating that. He stroked Elia's hair and kept his expression calm. He would not upset her. "And now? What has Harmon said of your wounds? And Lazralene?" Jaehaerys' voice remained low, the urgency hidden.