POV Helena
It had been two years since her beloved father had died. Helena had wept, but Joffrey didn't shed a tear. Her sisters, Cara and Myrcella where struck with grief as she had been, but not nearly as much. It pained her the most to think of her father. He may have been an old drunkard, but he was still her father. It was her brother's wedding day, Joffrey's. It was lavish celebration, with the best food and nobles and singers and mummers. The skies where as blue as her eyes.
