He hoped she was right. It was a pretty hope, but hopes did not keep you alive. Thrones had a way of seducing most men. Though it would all be much simpler if he didn't have to kill his goodbrother.
"Let us hope you are right," he said simply. He laughed quietly as she pointed out that he was Hand. "I am only Hand until he decides that I am not. The more reason to move quickly."