At his first words, Godric nodded. A cagey response, but not entirely unexpected. His major vassal supported Aerion, whether or not Androw knew it. He had good cause to be wary, and to hedge his bets. No matter. Godric knew the way of high lords and their talk, and while it drove him to distraction, he could play their game.

That was, until he heard what Androw said next.

For a second Godric's expression changed, his eyes widening slightly in surprise before his face returned to its usual craglike state. But the moment was there; unhidden. Surprise, and was that a flash of rage that lurked behind those sky-blue orbs?

"I support Queen Visenya, as I hope you do too. Rhaenyra will bring us nothing but war in the coming days, and her wedding has already shown how quickly she attempts to cling to power. I would ask you what the Riverlands thinks, but first..."

Godric's eyes blazed once more. "Please. Tell me exactly what Ser Criston discussed with you?"