Elia was not so easily diverted. She studied Jaehaerys through lowered lids and sipped her wine thoughtfully, taking her seat and remaining silent.
"You didn't happen to suspect he would refuse the match before you sent the letter?" She was going to have to pay closer heed to the whisperers flowing from Polonius' mouth, clearly. Poor Percival- dragons might have a sense of humor but it generally had large teeth and left a wicked bite.