"You mean the same said matrons that faint at the chance to be seen in my audience?" Hester asked archly, dropping the subject of breasts for the moment. Of course, what she lacked in breasts, Elia more than made up for. Hester would have been blind not to see otherwise.
"I daresay that Isobel of Dayne has made the wrong sorts of enemies here in King's Landing. I will not have that mealy mouthed snot related to me and heir to what's rightfully mine." Nevermind Vianna, who'd have a thing or two to say as well.
She tossed her hair and took Elia's hand. "When you're feeling more spry, we should go out in the city and turn some heads. I've been demure for far too long."