Chambers of Rhaelle Targaryen

[Zethira]

Rhaelle entered her room, giving a nod to the servant closing the door behind her. Once she was certain of being alone, she yawned openly, massaging a sore spot in her shoulder while looking at the bed. The room was one she knew well, it had been hers for as long as she could remember, the bed and other furniture being replaced as her needs changed growing from toddler to -- close to -- a young adult. She wondered whether, now that her father had started to recognize she was close to coming of age, the interior of the room would go through another metamorphosis, though that moment seemed as far away as the marriage that had been hinted at just before the coronation ceremony.

With most of what had caused her to lose sleep behind her, she felt relaxed as she walked over to the bed, sitting on it while her hands sought the buttons that had been slipped into loops resembling small red dragon tails. She paused again, failing to stifle another yawn before trying to find the loops with her slender fingers.

[Zethira]

After a while, Rhaelle woke up again from where she had fallen asleep, eventually having given up on trying to slip out of her dress. Not very ladylike, but the door had been closed for a reason and only a few in the castle could afford to ignore a command from her. Stifling a yawn, she looked around, trying to restore her hair to a semblance of its carefully sculpted form from the coronation, before sighing and simply straightening it out altogether. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door to her room again, looking into the hallway to see if anyone was there before leaving to explore the castle a little more. She wondered if uncle Aemon was safe, though part of her wondered whether she should allow herself to think like that he was still family after all.

Either way, she felt a brief walk would do her good, at the very least getting rid of the remaining lethargy that was still dulling her senses. She wondered what Father was doing now...