Toria smiled at her father's squire pleasantly. A somewhat shy boy, but nice nonetheless, and very well-mannered around ladies. Somehow, he got along well with Jeremy despite their vastly different temperments. One would hope the young lad would rub off on Jeremy, but Toria supposed that he'd have to have the responsibilities of a squire before he really began to grow up.
Her father was expecting her. She wondered if he might tell her some of what he'd discussed with Jaehaerys Targaryen. Now that would have been an interesting conversation to eavesdrop on, but she'd been sent away to watch over Gwyn.
She'd come quickly after the servant came to her door to tell her that her father wished to see her in his rooms. One did not keep her father waiting unless one had a good excuse.