"He does," Daven answered, with his own mischievous grin. "But alas, I have not yet won her father's consent, so she must remain a secret." He wasn't worried. Older men following the court with the king's apparent taste for long journeys... something could be done.
He looked at Aksel with some surprise. That was poetic for a man of the North- perhaps the northmen could feel after all. Daven had always dismissed them as a stony lot, although seeing Baelor Tyrell smitten with his Northron bride had leavened that opinion a bit- but then there was Lord Stark and his lady, and there was a match made in some frozen hell. "So it does," he said with appropriate gravity. "I find it harder to remain at home now, but... if all goes well, that may not last forever."
Daven smiled. "Ah, I recall now! You are the uncle of Lady Kyra, are you not? She is as sweet and fair a lady as I have ever met." And he remembered she had mentioned a cousin not yet wed... which meant that Asksel had given a niece to the Tyrells and not his own daughter. Daven wondered if there was something amiss with the daughter.