"Ah, Lord Sandro, you've hardly changed; as sweet-tongued as always." Alethea smiled brightly. "Yes, Liana. I just came from the wedding, Lord Polonius assured me that he had the situation in hand but-" she sighed, "I simply had too many questions for those poor ravens."
He had the scent of anise on him and the flushed, damp look of a man who has been sweating; though his clothes were dry. Considering the feast that Alethea had missed and her memories of Sandro's proclivities, she wondered if the ambassador had brought raki with him.
"You seem to be suffering from last night's festivities. Did you bring raki? I can prepare a remedy, nothing so foul tasting as the brew the Maesters serve, honestly, I think they give people that just to punish them for over-drinking. If you would like, my lord?"