*a return missive penned the same day as the bird from King's Landing arrived, still heavily cyphered*
Elia:
Curious. Keep an eye - better yet, keep _both_ eyes on the Lion. That family has a reputation that fares poorly when they grow over-close to the throne.
Do you think it possible they mean to use the one we do not name as a bargaining chip to assume the throne for themselves? I would think not, but the Lion has played us false before. This bears thinking upon.
Turn Alais towards our borders, dear sister. Offer her a place here in Sunspear and access to our libraries. I suspect some good may come of this.
No word yet from your so-called suitor. Perhaps he lacks ardor?
Isobel still laughs like a hyena, but it is possible that it was the wine and not her actual voice that produced such a dreadful noise.
Be wary, little sister. I suspect momentous times draw near.