[ Rhaenyra's arrival is marked with no fanfare at all — no one to announce her presence, no one to declare her, save the turning of the doorknob before she herself steps over the threshold.
There is little that would even indicate her status, her hair drawn up loosely with a few strands spilling free, her frame clothed in a soft sweater dress that successfully keeps out the rising winter chill. They have rarely seen such cold in Westeros, apart from the North, where winters are said to carry an even more bitter sting than they did in years past; these are the moments that drive her to dwell on Viserys' words, and the prophecy he once divulged to her, as well as Jace's recent insistence that they speak regarding future events.
But now, there is only Aemond, and Rhaenyra turns to regard him, chin lifting slightly, gaze watchful and silent for a brief span before she broaches the quiet. ]
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There is little that would even indicate her status, her hair drawn up loosely with a few strands spilling free, her frame clothed in a soft sweater dress that successfully keeps out the rising winter chill. They have rarely seen such cold in Westeros, apart from the North, where winters are said to carry an even more bitter sting than they did in years past; these are the moments that drive her to dwell on Viserys' words, and the prophecy he once divulged to her, as well as Jace's recent insistence that they speak regarding future events.
But now, there is only Aemond, and Rhaenyra turns to regard him, chin lifting slightly, gaze watchful and silent for a brief span before she broaches the quiet. ]
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