Elia winced in sympathy for Hester. "Most men find their wives easier to forget than their favorite falcon." She curled her legs in and waved a maid over to ask for refreshments. Juices and fruit for herself and... "Anything Lady Hester would care for?"
"As for Isobel Dayne, I think tangle-tongue hardly describes it. Every nobleman in Dorne has a tale or two to tell of the cloudy jewel of starfall. I heard she even failed a match with a Frey... of course that didn't end so well for him..." She leaned in a bit, lowering her voice to keep this particularly amusing bit between them. "She lost her stomach during the feast her father gave for him. The poor man's clothes were lost entirely."