Daven's shoulders tensed faintly at the mention of his bannerlord status but his smile did not falter. "Lord Tyrell has many bannermen, I do not think he would ever boast of one above the rest. It is the Citadel that is his pride and joy."
He shrugged, letting the tide of politics brush past him. It was not good to seem too interested in the intrigues going around. "Princess Elia was the brightest jewel of the court, and perhaps her glory overshone the sun that was her sigil." He looked at the older man curiously. "But one must admit her love was convenient in its politics. Then again, to attack her was to attack the king's own heart, in a way. So often in the songs it is the hero's love who dies to send him on to greater glory."
He looked thoughtful as he pulled his gloves off. "Perhaps these assassins were more poetic in their views? Or the queen was simply... not within their reach." He had heard rumors that Aeria had flown into a jealous rage and that was what had ended Elia's life, just as their were rumors of Aenyris going mad or Lord Stark himself trying to eliminate the Martells from the ever-shifting game of thrones. "There are so many suspects, and yet everything remains all shadows and guesswork."