Murdered. The word exploded in the air around him, shrapnels of thought spinning out of reach. Jaehaerys put a hand over his eyes. He swore for a moment he heard her laughing in the next room, but he looked again at William Stark and the phantom laughter stopped. He should have picked a liar for his Hand. "How?" he asked, unable to understand. She had just been there, in the starlight.
"I can't... believe you," he said, his tone bemused at the truth of his own words. "I will see her, first. And then..." And then someone would die. "Then we will ride."