Tyrith cleared his throat. This would be a test then of the king's mettle. "I fear I have not full knowlege- nor does it seem anyone else does as yet, ser. But I have seen with my own eyes... your cousin, Princess Aenyris is slain. In her chamber with all doors locked, and no signs of a great struggle... but I..." The silver-blonde hair spilling across the coverlet haunted him. For one sickening moment in that room the sightless eyes had looked green rather than violet and it had been Toria laying slaughtered like an errant lamb. And after hearing of Tymor's waking this morning... He was going to ensure his daughter kept bedmates henceforth and just now he wasn't sure it would matter what gender she chose.
"It was not a clean death," he said quietly. He looked to Jaehaerys, awaiting this reaction and wondering how much more he should tell...