[She nods in understanding. Quite the burden. And knowing where it came from, the fear made more sense -- however Han had tried to deny it, fear was involved in their decision-making. Maybe not of their son, but of what could come of it.]

I might understand why.

[But then, she might not as well. Her fingers momentarily tap on the table, clearly uncomfortable.]

They called my father the Mad King before one of his Kingsguard stabbed him in the back. My brother and our caretakers used to remind me. Daily.