Elia shook her head. "He never says where he's staying. I would guess that he will be taking your lord father's offer of a room and perhaps a place at Lord Lannister's side. They can share tales of voyages and no doubt happily out-exaggerate one another over wine."
She frowned thoughtfully. "I don't understand it, Toria," she said in near a whisper. "I didn't scream. Aeny didn't..." she shivered, her blood icy in her veins. "No sounds, no signs, nothing. What could do that?" The passages that riddled the keep perhaps accounted for parts of it, but that not one of those visited had raised an alarm and had Aeny really simply lain unfeeling as she was murdered? There were poisons that held a victim powerless- had she been awake? Had she felt it? For herself she had no answer- her mind drew only a blank fog and she prayed to the Seven that Aenyris had had no more idea of what was happening.
"Surely your brother at least would have woken to someone in his room?"