The Red Viper had originally come to ask about the wager, but seeing Rhaenys arguing with the prince, he had hidden among the flowers and dared not come out.
Rhaenys's grief appeared remarkably restrained. Her eye rims were tinged with red, her pupils bright and clear, and a single tear hung at the corner of her eye like a dewdrop sliding down a petal in the morning sun. Her face was very pale, but she stood tall and straight, her swan-like neck stretched proudly.
She looked resilient and full of life.
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