"Then our business would is to be concluded here, right, Lord Hand?" Bennifer spoke up, growing tired of the woman's jabs towards his cousin. There was a thing about old women speaking as if they had an ounce of authority he detested, and was certainly not looking forward to dealing with Lady Lothston when the time came.

"Kneel to Lord Lyonel and we can all go home, my Lady." He offered in a kinder tone, "Out of the cold and away from so many swords." Though it's likely the Reach will be aflame within a few months, Bennifer knew, figuring he'd do the same in her husband's position. But there was nothing else for them here, other than to oversee Lyonel's succession.