Daven shook his head. "Oh he may not heed them but he holds them close nonetheless. They run to him if they get so much as a scratched knee." He chuckled and added with an amused air, "It drives Lord Hightower a bit batty at times."
He shrugged at the mention of the queen's wishes. "Oh, that. I had heard she'd been hoping to send the girl off to the Riverlands, or was it the Eyrie? One of the two. I don't blame the girl, though, all things considered. Why not be queen? And it gave the singers so much hope... they might like this better. They do love to make maids weep."
Daven shook his head at the mention of marriage. "Oh no, I am of the Reach- we find romance in everything. I have in mind a lady, if she'll have me." The man played cyvasse with Selester- how much would he know already? "Though I miss my own lady wife, and I wish I were in your place and had sons already that I need not worry over wedding another, but the gods were not so kind. A new lady will cheer the house, and perhaps with a son, we'll need not fear for the future any longer."
He barely even remembered Alyssa's face now, and didn't care much about it. She had been sweet, and fair and wealthy, and now she was gone. There was a much more tantalizing candidate for his hand, and she was alive and well.