"Nothing to speak about?" Kaelyn's voice was harsh. "You wager with the Kingsguard, dress..." she waved a hand at Lyanora's attire, not even having words enough to express her loathing of it. "In that. You have a bastard with no father, Lyanora. Do you think the whisperers will disregard that? Especially when half the maids in the castle are whispering you lost your dress for the Queen's brother?" Actually, Kaelyn wasn't sure what the maids were talking about- but some kind of embarrassment at a feast. She could imagine well enough what lunacy Lyanora had probably gotten up to while William's back was turned.