Disclaimer: Sometime in the not too distant past
Poor ideas seemed to run in the Targaryen family. It did not take long for one to look back on their family tree and see a mistake that had cost someone their life, or the lives of many. Rhaenna liked to believe that her plans would not lead to catastrophic events such as these. Yet they still fell into the category of being unpopular. Of course it never stopped her from doing things such as this before, Rhaenna was as stubborn as the winter was long. It did not take years under intense study to piece that puzzle together. Yet it did help if one caught on rather quickly. A new guard had been assigned to accompany her whilst her fathers kings guards were otherwise detained. Be it the changing of their shifts or that there was not armoured hand that could not be laid on her shoulder at the present point in time. The thought was enough to fill her blood with a sort of jubilation that walked hand in hand with mischief.
Stepping into Tayce's rooms, the princess mentioned she would not dwell there too long. Knowing full well there was another exit to her Mistress of Keys' room. Crimson skirts swirled around her ankles as she secured the weighted wooden door behind her. "Tayce?" The silver haired Targaryen called quietly into the small cobble lined walls. Not doing it out of wonder where her comrade was. More out of courtesy to let her know that she was here. A nervous hand fluttered to the crown of dried flowers that laced her brow. She had been in the library, ground breaking, and had read that the small folk believed that with the right mixture of dried flowers and time of year was supposed to bring good luck. And where she planned to go, she would rather need it.
And of course where she planned to go, was not quite on her recommended route or remained in her designated boundaries of the castle. The heels of her feet unable to hold her excitement as she rolled off the soles gracefully as she almost danced through the room with excitement. "Did you get the stuff?" By stuff she loosely implied of her cloak and the small harp she had stowed away in the trunk of her bed. It was the only instruction she had given the Paege girl. Not out of lack of trust - though there was a seed of doubt that Tayce would betray her secret, which was why she planned to tell her now in hopes to catch her in the moment. And give her less of a chance to say no.
Catching the other girls hands within the heated palms of her, unsure if it was nervousness that encouraged the blood to swell to the surface or excitement, Rhaenna could not differentiate between the two. "There is a poets gathering in the square by the east gate." Storm filled eyes seemingly pleading with the other girls. A wistful yearning seeped into her tone. "There's to be a music contest." A bashful smile pulled at the corner of her lips, nimble fingers lovingly tracing the wooden curves of her instrument. "I mean to see if there is any true competition out there." That and it would be full of others who were there to celebrate, dance and listen to music. Rhaenna had not even raised the will to ask if she could go, for she knew what the answer would be. And it was most likely that the musicians would scatter at the sight of the crowns colours, for many did not earn their money truthfully. "What do you say?" Almost bouncing on her heels as the winter princess squeezed her palms in an attempt to persuade the girl before her.