Polonius looked hard at the young man. Uncomfortable, no idea what a hellstorm he'd walked into in this court and not powerful enough to do anything about it in anycase. Not an easy situation.
He nodded as the boy spoke of the Gold Cloaks. "Yes, we do apologize about that. We thought of sending ravens, but those who were en route would have only turned around and found themselves returning to a place the plague was reaching. And anyway, ravens do seem to have a reputation just as worrisome as a troop of Gold Cloaks."
Polonius steepled his hands thoughtfully. "But since you are here, and the plague is putting rather a damper on the spirits hereabouts, I would suggest you seek out Princess Elia Martell or her ladies. Queen Regent Kaelyn has been occupied with the care of their majesties' eldest child, Princess Gwyn, and so has had little time to master the court interludes. Princess Elia is the sister of the late Queen Aeria and has been attempting to create some passtimes for the younger nobles here while we are all confined. Although I think we may safely see the gates lifted in a week or so. Fevers tend to be less lingering than other sicknesses."