[His lack of a response would be telling if it were anyone but him. It neither confirms nor denies that he's coming. She leaves the door open a crack though. He's welcome if he does come, and while she is not entirely sure if Criston is posted out in front of her door that night, she knows her uncle well enough to know that will not stop him. There are other ways into her room as he's already taught her.
She's quiet as the night passes, debating if she should send another message. No, that is desperate. If he wants her, he knows what to do. So she changes into soft linens, brushes her hair, readies herself for bed in case he does not show. Her silver hair is down, unbraided. She busies herself, occasionally glancing at the door.
The knock doesn't startle her, but she is sitting in her bed. The blankets and sheets remain untouched as she sits up. The tapping alerts her enough, and she's up, standing at the foot of her bed. Rhaenyra can't help at the smile that plays at her lips, finding herself glad he did come.]
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She's quiet as the night passes, debating if she should send another message. No, that is desperate. If he wants her, he knows what to do. So she changes into soft linens, brushes her hair, readies herself for bed in case he does not show. Her silver hair is down, unbraided. She busies herself, occasionally glancing at the door.
The knock doesn't startle her, but she is sitting in her bed. The blankets and sheets remain untouched as she sits up. The tapping alerts her enough, and she's up, standing at the foot of her bed. Rhaenyra can't help at the smile that plays at her lips, finding herself glad he did come.]