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Alexandra had been under a lot of stress lately. With her losing her child, trying to get the Targaryen's thriving again... it was a real struggle. However, the distraction from what would be otherwise utter silence was a somewhat pleasant surprise. So, after having awoken that morning with a painful headache, the slender red head dressed in a sky blue gown, soft, simply fabric so that she could move easy enough. It was sad that woman were expected to wear such clothing. However, Alexandra wished not to stand out too much more than she already did for her hair colour.
So, after having left her room, the Targaryen decided that perhaps High Garden would be a good place to simply walk about, and clear the air for herself. And, that was exactly what she had decided to do. So, now with her hands clasped comfortable behind her back, Alexandra would wander aimlessly, admiring the delicately shaped petals of the flowers.
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