She loses her eldest son to conscription, dragged off to the army never to be heard from again.  She wonders about the far off wars she hears about it and doubts they were worth her son's life.  It is the King's wars that took him away.

Her next two, a son and a daughter are lost to plague.  She thinks of the old days her grandmother used to tell her about, when everyone could gather around a village priest and be healed, and wonders if that would be enough to save them.  The only priest she knows of that could do that moves through her village only rarely, to bless the fields.  It is Asmodeus's inquisitors that chase him away.

Her youngest, a son, she loses not to official conscription, but when the local lord gathers up some young men to help put down some monster.  She had let her hopes get up about him.  It was the local lord that took him to his death.

She is far from the fighting when the Four Day War comes and goes.  She doesn't feel much relief at it, she thinks she has nothing left to lose.  She feels a bit of satisfaction about all the old Kings and Queens and Inquisitors and so many lords dying, not that she expects the new ones to be any better.

When the wizard comes for her, to draft her to some grand ceremony far away, she tells her husband not to come with her.  No point in both of them dying.  She realizes, as she is teleported away, she does have something left to lose.