She could only close her eyes and slowly draw a deep breath, still trying to suppress those muddled thoughts. Only after lying there a little longer did she throw back the covers and sit up, rubbing the slightly sore back of her neck.
Inside the room, two maids who had originally served Margaery had already prepared warm water and clean, soft towels. Daenerys washed her face with the warm water and dried it with a towel, finally feeling a little more awake.
She quickly tidied herself up, gathered her sleep-tousled silver hair behind her head, carefully braided and tied it, then picked up "Silverwing" and buckled it at her side.
As she stepped outside, she glanced at the closed door next door. Seeing that it was still shut, with no sign that anyone inside was about to emerge, she felt a little surprised. She had not expected to be ready before they were.
She had assumed that Viserys and Margaery would certainly take longer to wash and dress than she would alone. Getting ready on her own was simpler, after all, whereas they each had to get themselves ready and would hold each other up, so naturally they could not be quick.
Margaery was also a noble lady who had always taken care with her clothes and grooming. She would help Viserys first before washing and dressing herself. Without maids attending her, doing everything herself would certainly take time.
What Daenerys had not expected, however, was that even after finishing her meal and waiting outside their door for quite a while, they had only just come out. She had thought they would be ready soon, yet the door had remained stubbornly still.
At first, she had thought little of waiting outside, but eventually she could not help wondering what was