[No, I'm not overly amused,] Harper snapped in Lyseni to Roberto - one of her players - a few steps behind her, [You can speak to her. You spoke her language perfectly up until she mentioned marriage and this fake amnesia is a poor defense. I am not going to talk to her and I won't play your 'poor old wife' for the occasion either.]
At the gardens end she paused, catching sight of the Dornish princess. She grabbed Roberto by his extremely opulent collar, the flamboyant style a popular one back home, but not so much here, [Fetch a bottle of Raki and some sweet breads, and by the Goddess be quick about it. We have a true damsel in distress before us, a mite bit more important than your tow-headed problem.]
Harper stepped into the garden, "Bella Donna, you seem as overcast as the sky this day, if it isn't too forward of me to say so."