Jaehaerys had earlier been in the midst of a crowd of men from the docks, the beer flowing and wine spilling over cups and table as they slid into happy drunken oblivion, the horrors of the cleaning and the loss of loved ones fading with the alcohol.
He had excused himself as his companions drifted to another inn and now he remained in the corner, not entirely sober but far from drunk. The Stark girl had woken up as the whispers had it already. The red lady had been accurate. The choice of poison made little sense to Jaehaerys but then there was seldom pure reason within the game of thrones.
His thougts were interrupted as a faint stir went through the crowd. He looked up, a smile touching his lips as he glimpsed Toria Lannister and her silent guard entering the inn, but he made no move to greet them. Her father thought to wed them, he knew now. Toria would make a striking queen- and a subtle one. It would be a valuable union and especially with the resources of House Lannister added to the crown's closer allies. The gold of Casterly, the wings of a dragon, the fire of the suns... these shadow assassins would need to fear.