William closed his eyes once more. "But yet they protect him, the one who lied to the king about what ailed his daughter. I recognize vanity, even if I don't understand it. Vanity shouldn't be the place of a maester, and especially not when compelled by his king."
William's hands tightened into fists and he uncurled them slowly, trying to regain a measure of control. Some king he would be, with the temper of Robert the Usurper and Mad Aerys all in one. He needed to be calm.
"What further information do you have for me, Master of Whispers?"