Brother, I will heed your advice on the matter of oversize felines and advise others of it as well. I fear with such allies we may have less need of enemies, but I do think that it has not escaped their notice they posess a daughter of suitable age and temperament to make a match with a crown...
Alais in Dorne would be an excellent fit. Too bad Henry couldn't be bothered to have another son. But I will certainly offer her a place.
I doubt it 's a lack of ardor. Though I can always hope, I suppose. If I'm very lucky he's discovered brains enough to know he's supposedly loyal to the Starks.
As to the matter of Daynes... it was not the wine, I assure you.
Brother, I know you have heard me tell of Rhaeys daughter during my times in Kings Landing. But now Aenyris will not see even me. She's spoken to no one in months, barely leaves her rooms. I was ill for a few days and she did not appear even then. Grief is one thing but this is more than that. By rights, some things remaining hidden, she is Queen and I am sure the Starks have not forgotten. This unaccustomed strangeness frightens me, but all of this place is like some terrible dream. Familiar places, but the faces of friends are disappearing like so much smoke. Of all the people here I would trust Toria Lannister and Hester Arryn most and those two not quite so far as I can throw them.
I wish those times you speak of were come and gone again.