*chuckles* At your command, Your Grace. *smiles lightly* Now tell me before the suspense alone kills me.
You are sworn to secrecy Ser, for one reason, and one alone. The man was slain by Robert, whom I was made to wed. He was just and noble, and far more attractive than most men at the time. The Last Dragon, Rhaegar Targaryen.
*grins* You become far more interesting when willing to share you secrets, I’ll have you know. *sighs* But how very typical of you. Falling for such a man. My Lord Father aided the Targaryen cause. My Grandmother still believes they ought to have won. There are many who agree with her.