Kaelyn closed her eyes and prayed for patience. She would never be able to explain to William if she throttled Lyanora in front of half the servants...
"Blade work? You're lucky he didn't kill you." Her eyes snapped open and she glared at her sister. "Or poison you." Had her goodsister gone mad this morning or perhaps she'd fallen on her head at some point between Winterfell and Kings Landing... "If you do insist on snake-fighting, I hope you do it while costing the crown less than the last tourney in the future. How do you think it looks for you to wager such a sum with the harbor in shambles, people starving in our streets and William already being blamed for it all?" She regarded her sister coldly. Another spoiled, selfish child. Just what this city bloody needed.