Tyrith thought it better to greet this latest envoy from the Sealord in private- thought not too private. He kept a couple of his men-at-arms in the room and one of the court secretaries. Beneath the veils and delicate lace there was Lady Anna- hers was a form not to be easily mistook. He hadn't seen her in almost five years, but as ever she did not look changed. The years passed her by, as if they could not see her. Or did not want to.
He smiled as she entered the room, rose to greet her with a courtly bow and took her arm. "My lady, it must be grave news indeed if the SeaLord would part with his most brilliant gem."