His wanderings in the city had already proven that the King Regent was going to have to think of something or face a city on the verge of rioting. Paegon had pushed them that far before, and only the popularity of his queen and the prince had kept them silent. Perhaps if people found the Starks' family more appealing they would be less inclined to see them thrown back to the North. And no one seemed to notice that there weren't a great deal of other options if Lord Stark stepped down. Lord Martell would mean a Dornish empire, Lord Baratheon... well, that didn't bear much thinking about. Lords Tyrell and Lannister didn't seem to have much interest.. and yet.
Polonius watched the exchange from a safe distance. Tyrith Lannister's daughter was far more lion than wolf, the Master of Whispers thought. But with such a lineage, she would be a powerful predator no matter how sweet she seemed. The Master of Whispers stepped out of the crowd after another moment, seeing the woman flee the girl's glare.
There were ladies who would have had the woman's head for that insult. "Well done, Lady Toria," he said as he approached. A small bow and a smile. "And bravely handled. A Stark in the family is not a popular trait with the smallfolk lately."
A great deal was not popular with the smallfolk. Starks, Braavos, gods of all shapes and sizes, and storms to name a few at the top of that list. But perhaps pretty maidens in crimson, bearing silver and bread might improve the city's humor.