Helena gazed at the mirror, eyes sunken, face horrified.
Her mouth was agape as she blinked her eyes. For the fourth time she ran her finger through her hair, and some hair pulled out easily, some falling off on the ground. Her long, beautiful, wavy black hair was falling off.
She staggered back, apparently shocked. Eyes breaking with tears, lips trembling, as her heart thumped in her chest.
"Call me the grandmaester…now!
Her voice was breaking but still firm enough to get her personal maid springing into action.
Immediately the maid left, and Helena collapsed on the floor, placing her head between her legs; she cried her eyes out.
...….
They talked in controlled whispers, Helena and the grandmaester. Helena nodded at intervals, dabbing her eyes with the napkin in hand to dry off he
