Tyrith's blood chilled at the expression on the young king's face. Jaehaerys might have had his mother's eyes but it was Paegon's iron strength and cold rage looking out at him. The quiet voice was worse than any shout and the Lord of Casterly Rock drew a deep breath before he answered the dragon's question.
"The asassin struck in her rooms. We suppose she must have been asleep-- we pray she was. There was blood everywhere. More than one body would hold it seems and yet only Aenyris remains. Her body--" Tyrith's voice faltered slightly. It was not every day one saw a royal princess split like an offering to the gods. "Her body was beneath a cover but when we pulled it away she was... Your grace, they slaughtered her as one might an animal. I admit I could stay no longer to see the full account. As yet we could discern no clue of who might have done this deed nor even what they hoped to gain in full."