"A man apologizes if he's given offense, Your Grace. Tyrosh is not much for kings," Jaehaerys told him conversationally. "It used to be that if the Archon led them to war and lost, the Great Council dropped him into the lagoon for his trouble. Gives a man little practice with crowns."
He grinned. Oh, he had quite a lot he wished to say to the wolf king. "But no, nothing in particular. Good day, my lord." Jaers bowed and took his leave, but stopped and looked back at William from out of the shadows. "A wise man might ask you take the gods' advice," he said in his own voice rather than the Tyroshi's tones. "Leave the councilroom to the children and see what the sunlight holds."
With that, the Prince of Dragonstone departed, rather the opposite way from the known gates of the godswood, slipping through the shadows and through the wall, back into the hidden recesses of the ancient fortress.