Tap-tap-tip-tap-tap. Elaena’s nails tapped a rhythmless beat against the balcony railing, her chin in her hand, and her eyes fixed on the bay. Behind her, Rhaena heaved a sigh and closed The Seven-Pointed Star gently, her thumb absently stroking the cover out of habit. “Just go.”
Her sister didn’t spare her a glance. “What’s the point? Our cousins are no fun- well, Naerys isn’t, Aegon’s likely drunk already, and Aemon will just bring me back here if I’m caught. And Alyn’s at Driftmark.”
And that’s it. Rhaena stood and walked onto the balcony. The wind ruffled her skirts and blew a stray hair into her face. The breeze felt so nice against her skin she didn’t even bother pushing it back. “So do whatever it is that Daena does when she escapes.”
“Daena fucks our cousin when she escapes.”
Rhaena’s mouth twisted into a smile. “So do you.”
Elaena startled, shocked silent by her usually demure sister’s brazenness. Slowly, a smile spread across her face, and together they laughed, loud and full, with the wind in their hair and the sunlight on their faces, and, for a moment, it was as if they were free.