"I am very sorry to hear of it, Prince." Polonius smiled. "But perhaps they know how dragons and suns do seem to lose some sense of proportion when they duel. You are certain of your sister's innocence, but it may be a greater question is one of loyalty. Yours, even." His voice lowered and he tilted his head as he examined the Prince of Dorne. "Elia was a sweet child but so prone to chills... I wonder how she would fare in a cell? Perhaps long enough to see a sun bend, I wonder...?"