Jaehaerys sat back, taking a sip of his water as he turned over the events of the last days in his mind. The pain of Aenyris' loss was too fresh but he was a king- a dragon- he would mourn her later. Preferably while her murderer burned.
"Polonius is loyal to the Iron Throne," he answered quietly. "Whoever holds it is who he serves. Which means for now he is Stark's... if Polonius hides the truth, I would wager it would be at Stark's urging." Privately, Jaehaerys didn't think that Polonius would let Aenyris go unavenged- the old Whisperer had a chivalrous streak and an aversion to cruelty. As a child he had liked Polonius; Aeny had been fond of Polonius simply because he was kind and didn't look askance at her quietness. That the Master of Whispers who had kept their childhood secrets and winked at their infractions would be the one to keep quiet and let Aenyris' butchers go free... Jaehaerys' stomach turned a little.
"Tymor might be able to discover them- at least those that were added later. What worries me is the gifts. Are they only added terror or marking the next victims?"