Night of August 22nd.
"There are always sparks flying with the suns, and with the dragons with suns in their eyes. Speaking of which: a new dragonlet arrived from across the sea this morning. Don't let your son know; he'll lose his mind. Still, you could do worse than stake him out.
I've invited the King to take the progression to Highgarden. If your daughter is doing better, perhaps you, Cedric, and the children can meet us there, or somewhere along the Marches as we move on. I think the King is considering packing up and moving on within a few weeks, a month at the most."