Aeria shook her head. "Circles within circles and webs made of webs. An act of madness, and everyone suspecting everyone else: to what end? Some fool's mistake perhaps or the most cunning villainy I've seen." She raised a brow knowing that if this had been yesterday, or any day before that she might have risen and stormed at him for insinuating her sister could be used for some purpose against House Tyrell. But now? Her son was falling beyond her help, disappearing in to the fire and blood of the Targaryens, and so what did the rest matter?
"You have many enemies, my lord. I will not tell you I would not have rejoiced to see you fall many a time before, but not this time. Not if their game cost my sister's life."