Tyrith's eyes grew increasingly cold as he read the letter. Someone new about Jaehaerys and they had already disposed of Celia Tyrell... what had she stumbled upon? The rumors of Kaelyn's involvement had seemed like only so much storytelling but this...
He folded the letter carefully. "I will send it with the raven before the sun sets." Tyrith bent and kissed Toria's golden hair. "You are the dearest prize in Casterly, sweetling," he whispered.
Desmera's entrance, followed by the family's healer drew his attention. "Desmera, keep your dagger out. And see that my wife keeps one with her as well." He spared no more thought to the maid as he swept from the room, Toria's letter tight in his hand.
In the Hand's study, the parchment was consigned to the flames and Tyrith's own hand wrote a brief missive. When the ravens flew, one went toward Casterly, but another took a separate route.