Aeria sighed, knowing her cousin was right. "Jaehaerys will be worse, but if Myrwin takes it into his thick skull to do something rash... then again perhaps he won't notice she's dead," she said uncharitably. "I never thought he cared for anyone but himself- with any luck I was right." She wanted- needed- someone to be angry at, and her brother made it so easy. "It may be the only way we escape a rebellion."
She put a hand to her forehead, tired beyond measure. "We must guard Aenyris well. If anything happens to her, after Elia..." There was no way to finish that sentence. Her son would go mad with grief and with his dragons growing so fast, the realm could pay a high cost for that bout of madness.