Jaehaerys' laughter died in his throat. "Lord Lannister must be little pleased with that," he said as coolly as he could manage. His thoughts were already on Toria and who would have managed this. Why try to hurt the Hand's daughter? This was the second child of a Hand to fall... Aeny died, Elia wounded, Toria thrown down the stairs. He grimaced. It was not so hard to read this riddle.
"You are surely not the only one." He turned a stern gaze on his aunt. "I trust you are keeping yourself--" An unwelcome thought stopped him. His eyes narrowed. "How exactly did you manage to convince your brother to let you out of the city?"