Tyrith raised a skeptical brow at Tymor's explanation of Lady Kyra. "Seven hells, son, she's married not a Septa- and she's married to one of Selester's nancing dullards to boot. You'll be fortunate to escape without a ripped tunic."
Jaehaerys' news was intriguing. "Oh what joy will be William's. First an angry Dornish prince and then an envoy of Lys." Tyrith's smile turned sardonic and he looked at Tymor. "That ought to be an interesting few welcomes, don't you think?"