Kyra looked at Lord Reed impassively. The white silk and lace sleeves of her gown and the palest pinks that edged the hem added to her air of purity and innocence. White was perhaps more truly a maid's color but Kyra used her looks as the weapon allowed her here. "No, my lord. I know only that the Princess is dead, slain by some foul hand. It was not mine, nor did I have any part in such a fell plan. Mine only crime is that I was born to House Bolton, which seems to be offense enough. Try me for that, my lords, for my birth alone is my only crime."