Kaelyn gave Lyanora the same look she gave Genna when she was being obtuse. "As far as the outrageous number of Dornish nobles in our court would help him get. But of course, you're right, goodsister. I forget: the Martells are renowned for their cool heads and rationality." The sarcasm could have melted diamonds.
"Yes, I see how a sword and a word are worth more than the lives of your brother's men-at-arms. Pray tell, what about the life of your neice who is about to be that prince's ward? The Martells are antagonized enough with Princess Elia's imprisonment, Lyanora, and Genna will be in their power soon. Do try to remember that the court is bigger than your own vast experience of... what has it been? Three days?" And she had been so glad to see Lya. What in the name of the Father had she been thinking?