[A faint smile twitches onto her lips at the empathy, but it fades again rather quickly. She absently reaches over and scratches behind one of Nymeria's ears. Anger leaks into her tone, but that's okay. Anger is better than hurt.]

The Queen told everyone my father was a traitor. He wasn't, but they killed him anyway. When my brother went to war with the crown, they started hunting for me. They never found me, but they never stopped looking, either.