Heirlooms and Heartstrings
Rhaenys chuckled softly as Nyssie once again manged to untie the string holding her white braid. Nyssie had developed quite the habit of setting Rhaenys’ hair free.
“Now now, little Princess, that won’t do,” she said softly and took the strong from Nyssie’s grip. “It’s muña’s,” she added and leaned in placing a tender kiss to Nyssie’s dark curls. Rhaenys handed Nyssie one of her toys and straightened up again.
They were seated on the bed, Nyssie was due for a nap soon, but Rhaenys was awaiting the arrival of one of her oldest and dearest friends, her cousin and lay in waiting Alyssa. Due to shear bad luck it had been moons since the two of them had had a chance to talk and since Alyssa had seen Nyssie.
Seeing the Baratheon branch of the family tree felt different after the death of her mother. Rhaenys daily debated whether or not she was still mourning, but she had left most of her black mourning clothes behind on Driftmark, only bringing a few, should the winter be as harsh as predicted.
Rhaenys looked around at the crates and chests that still stood side by side along every wall of the main bedchamber of the Velaryon apartments within The Red Keep. Rhaenys had not only insisted on bringing Velaryon and Targaryen heirlooms and sentimental items, but she had also brought along the crates she had inherited from her mother, which she had not gone through since they arrived from Storm’s End. She hoped Alyssa would help her and ease the difficulty they might find within.
Despite the difficult relationship between Rhaenys and her mother when Rhaenys was young, the two had mended their bond in recent years, however, Rhaenys did not know what her mother had left her, other than the Targaryen jewels her dear kepa had gifted her mother over the years.
Rhaenys gave up and let the braid unravel as she watched her young daughter play with the toy hippocamp Corlys had commissioned for her.
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