He could have sworn he owned swords heavier than his daughter. A good thing for once, as the Lannister party made swift time through the keep. In the more populated halls the naked swords drew more than shocked remarks and the Lannister captain snarled at the bystanders. A page was sent running for the king and Lord Polonius. The Lord Hand wanted a word. Several in fact.
"Of course, sweetheart," was the easy reply to Toria's request as they swept into the Tower of the Hand. She could have asked for half the kingdom just then and she'd have gotten it.
In point of fact he was carrying her to Lilyanna's rooms. Toria's own were too far from the rest with Tyronne not in residence. One of Lily's maids was already in the rooms and she was quickly sent to find Desmera and Lilyanna.
Tyrith settled Toria on the bed gently and turned a dark gaze on the nearest soldier. "The maester is not yet here." The man bowed and fled. Tyrith wasted no more time for him.
"Do you wish me to wait with you til Desmera arrives?" He hadn't dealt enough with Toria as she grew up recently to know whether she would prefer solitude or company. Such things were the toll of his choices... Tyrith touched her hair again, careful to avoid the bruises already forming.