Jaehaerys listend to Tyrith Lannister with admiration. The Great Lion, his father had called him. Paegon had said Tyrith was a demon on the battlefield and credited him with several of the victories against the Daynes. Jaehaerys could see that now. The idle, wandering lord had found his focus once again and it was just a bit disconcerting to watch.
He looked at Tymor with a hint of a smile. "Lady Kyra and Lady Hester. Your days and nights may soon be full, my lord."
Still, he nodded at Tyrith's question. "I am sure my uncle has heard. There are Lysene ships in port and many captains report to their prince." Jaehaerys considered that and furthermore what the reports might say by the time they reached his great-uncle. "I will send word myself this evening..." the High Lord was like to take this as an insult to his own house following so soon after Jaehaerys and Aeria were lost on one of his own ships. He considered again whether his uncle might have betrayed them but could no more see what would be gained by Lys for such an action.