At that, Tyrith grinned. "I remember more than the wine, my lady. But I fear you're correct- I would certainly have noticed if you'd taken someone else to bed." It had been just after Arwyn died, just before his voyages began in earnest. And Lily had been all of sixteen. There had been a great deal of tourneys and even more nights devoid of sleep.
"Truly? They didn't even make much of a fuss when he locked up their sister. But I suppose you're right," he said with mock regret. "So marry she must. I was thinking of Prince Jaehaerys, since you've kindly assured me he's not her brother. Would you approve of the idea?"