"But it is a Northron practice, Lord Lannister. Does not one of Lord Stark's bannermen bear a flayed man as his house's sigil?" Jaehaerys glared daggers. "It is not beyond them to require their bannermen to deal with a perceived enemy."
At the news of Elia he took a step backward. "Unable...?" His breath near stopped at that news. "Her guards never bar her door without grievous need. My lord, I ask you to discover what has befallen her..." He thought quickly, trying to ignore the panic that threatened to settle within him, "send her a message offering my services. She will see me, I am certain."