William stared at Genna for a moment, slightly shocked at her words. And then he laughed, a soft chuckle. He should have expected something like that from his daughter.
"Your mother is mad alright," William grinned, "But she is not crazy. Her anger is not something easily cursed by a maester." More like a good long ride into the dead of winter... William pushed away the thought.
"Lord Tyrell is not my friend, Genna. He might sit council with myself and the king, we may trade business or swap courtesies, but we not are not friends. In King's Landing you must be careful who you go places with."
He lifted his cup of tea and took a drink. "We will be leaving soon for Summerhall. Your mother has requested some new clothing be made for you and your brother, and you will travel with me in the King's party. I expect to hear no more stories of you running off with strange lords, unless you first come ask for my permission."