Rhaenys was many years younger than her niece, she was more mature and experienced with life, she was calmer and more reserved, or so she told herself every time she caught herself staring at her favorite niece.

When she walked over a balcony of the Red Keep, she noticed her niece and one of her friends sitting down on a bench below the bridge, they were most likely gossiping about whatever new lord was trying to woo the young princess. Rhaenys stopped for a moment, watching them silently, her niece looked up, meeting her gaze. Rhaenys gave a short smile before turning and continuing over the bridge, silently kicking herself for stopping to look.

Once she got over the bridge, she heard footsteps fall in behind her, after a long moment she turned, meeting eyes with her niece once again.