It took a moment for Lyanora's words to sink in as Kaelyn was still trying to fathom the part of 'whatever it is they make him do' ... "You mean rule Westeros?" Kaelyn said archly. "I suppose he does." The vague amusement quickly faded however.
"A thousand gold dragons?" she echoed in disbelief. "To their... Myrwin Martell?" Her eyes widened in horror but she'd had enough practice with Genna and Gwyn's dissembling to not be put off by an innocent look. "How did you come to owe the Prince of Dorne a thousand gold dragons?"