"If they're marking the next victims...then I suspect you won't have to worry about my uncle for very long, Your Grace. In all honesty, I do not believe Uncle William could have been behind this. It's not his way of doing things at all."
He took another sip of water and lightly nibbled the bread. The distraction from the sights in his room at least allowed him a tiny bit of appetite, though admittedly not very much.
"What I do believe is that it could have been the work of someone acting without his leave. Someone who has much to gain from him being on the throne."
Tyronne and Jeremy wouldn't like being sent back to Casterly Rock, but they needed Lannisters back home to rule. Not that Jeremy could be trusted with the task, but Tyronne could. Tymor did wonder that he wasn't sent back to the Rock himself...after all, he was the heir and Tyronne was the knight. At the moment, he didn't question his father's orders. More than likely, he needed another accomplice to aid Jaehaerys and didn't want to involve Toria more than was necessary. Particularly with Elia wounded. He hoped the wounds weren't too serious. The Princess of Dorne was a pleasant woman...and the Princes of Dorne would be extremely angry if she was seriously harmed.