[ A slow nod of her head against his palms at the first suggestion, hoping that removing herself from being enclosed by thick stone walls will calm her nerves. ]
Your balcony?
[ Guests of guests do not get the deluxe suites with outdoor living space and a view. They can both keep an eye and ear on Laena without disturbing her slumber with conversation or Rhaenyra's inevitable restless tossing and turning (and they can be there for when her cousin does awaken, to assist with any post-party morning maladies.)
While posed as a question she doesn't look for his permission, leaving her (now former) chambers, bare feet pattering against the cool stone towards the couple's rooms, trying to stay quiet even with the muffled thud of the door closing behind themβbut no movement from the bed aside from the rise and fall of Laena's steady breathing.
They can see the dragons from out here, Syrax curled up but lifting her head with a sweet chirp once Rhaenyra makes it to the parapet, surveying the bit of bustle still going on on the grounds below in response to the threat on her life.
After a moment: ]
Perhaps Prince Reggio will ask me to leave, if I'm proving to be more trouble than I'm worth.
[ Kidding, mostly. Nodding her head towards her bronze dragonβshe knows what value she brings here, and it's not the advanced dance moves. ]
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Your balcony?
[ Guests of guests do not get the deluxe suites with outdoor living space and a view. They can both keep an eye and ear on Laena without disturbing her slumber with conversation or Rhaenyra's inevitable restless tossing and turning (and they can be there for when her cousin does awaken, to assist with any post-party morning maladies.)
While posed as a question she doesn't look for his permission, leaving her (now former) chambers, bare feet pattering against the cool stone towards the couple's rooms, trying to stay quiet even with the muffled thud of the door closing behind themβbut no movement from the bed aside from the rise and fall of Laena's steady breathing.
They can see the dragons from out here, Syrax curled up but lifting her head with a sweet chirp once Rhaenyra makes it to the parapet, surveying the bit of bustle still going on on the grounds below in response to the threat on her life.
After a moment: ]
Perhaps Prince Reggio will ask me to leave, if I'm proving to be more trouble than I'm worth.
[ Kidding, mostly. Nodding her head towards her bronze dragonβshe knows what value she brings here, and it's not the advanced dance moves. ]