Elia read over the note once, twice, again. No, still said the same thing. Myrwin wanted to marry? Oh, thank the Seven. There was hope for the world after all.
She grinned and rifled through a box of papers til she had the desired parchment, dusted it off and looked it over critically. She struck out a few names. Dead, married, gone crazy, dead.... Well, that updated it sufficiently.
Toria for appearances sake, then that little Tyrell girl, and the Arryn maids, Mad Alayna Piper, Lyanora Stark, Lord Baratheon's brainless little chit, Selester Tyrell's horsy neice, Isobel Dayne with her braying laugh...
She picked up the purse, weighed it thoughtfully for a moment. Her grin was nothing shy of demonic as she summoned her secretary. "That painter? The one that did Jaehaerys' portrait for Ari that time? I want him here. Now... Oh, and would you send this missive round to Oswald Tyrell, please? Thank you ever so much." She held out a separate bit of folded paper.