Alethea did not have time to speak with the girl's family, only to know they had not responded well to the news that their daughter had committed suicide. "The thought did come to mind," she shrugged. "Well, when I have time, I think I will take a closer look at her death. All I know is that it is very unlikely to have been a suicide."
"How are you finding the tea, my lord? It's not too strong?"
"Not just costly in coin, but in time and in Westeros' independence," she replied mildly. "It would only be a temporary measure."
"Norvos..." Alethea had a dark thought. The plague had been carried on bolts of cloth brought by Braavosi ships - how much easier would it be to poison grain intended for the people of Westeros? The rumours of Ghis rising in the East were becoming too common and too connected to simply ignore.
She filed the thought away for further examination. "Of course, you are not here about grain alone, but Princess Elia, yes?"