"Lord Cre-" Tyanna began. Before her mother cut her off again.

"A slip of the tongue Dearest do forgive him. Creighton, or Ser Creighton as he calls himself, is not Lord of Breakwater. You mistake him for his brother Godric." Maralyn then pointed across the hall to a tall, bald, and half blind man dressed in the white armor of the King's Guard. "That is Creighton." She gave Andrew another smile. "As for Godric's health, rest assured that our Maester is doing all he can for him. Besides, his mother has been at his side feeding him some odd remedies from way back when. He is getting all the help he can."

Tyanna nodded curtly; her hands having recrossed her chest. Maralyn continued. "How about you, My Lord? Surely your own marital life has had better luck."