Thomas waved a dismissive hand. "The smallfolk act on whims at best. What William needs is to ride out among them and curry some favor and eliminate the alien tinge to his Northron ways. It's what I'd do as king anyway, if afforded the opportunity."
He smiled a little at Tyrith. "And as to the Martell girl, she'll be quite the dalliance. And, if I can put a babe in her belly, even the Prince of Dorne would be inclined to offer her hand to me. Besides, I'm sure we could come to love one another."