Kyra paused as she entered the queen's chambers. She'd become a lady in waiting to Kaelyn Stark through Selester's maneuvering or perhaps Oswald's, but either way she was not thrilled. It was supposed to be helpful to have someone of Northron upbringing near Kaelyn but all Kyra wanted to do was shake the queen until her head fell off.
Luckily, Kyra had better self-restraint than to let such a thing show. No, it was much better to smile, to placate, and to do exactly what she was meant to: wait. And while she was waiting, she knew how to amuse herself.
"Your Grace." Kyra swept into a low curtsy, keeping her eyes properly and demurely downcast. "Would you prefer the blue gown or the grey this afternoon? For the meeting with the Archmaester?"