" there you are. " janna acknowledges orys, having been looking for her eldest everywhere. she places a gentle hand on his shoulder affectionately, reassuring and brief, lets them have this moment before she pulls away. " the great joust is about to begin, orys. i hope you were not planning on not attending. " voice is stern, even if it had been a touchy subject in the baratheon household. it would be the first time her son would not participate in such events and activities, him, a terrifying force to be reckoned with, a great warrior, pride of the stormlands. she would not let him wallow in neither anger nor self-pity, though, for not all was lost, not for long anyway. a hand reaches out to grab his chin, make sure his full attention is on her and every word heard clearly. " you will be joining me and your sister in the stands. you will hold your head up high, you will enjoy yourself and show them they did not break you. you are your father's son and you're strong, so you must act accordingly. do you hear me? "

even with all the chaos that had ensued, dragons and murder, all janna cared about was her daughter. she stood over her sleeping when sound sleep found her after all the medicine and herbs provided, surrounded by their most loyal guards; some of them, more loyal to her than they were to lord baratheon himself. it is why one of the guards approaches her silently and whispers in her ear that orys is about to visit jocelyn's chambers, check in on her.