Aelinor said nothing when she saw him at the Council meeting. Her vivid eyes didn't stare right into his soul and she didn't ask to know why Shiera was with him so much these days. Brynden, in turn, didn't question the hopeful looks Gowen Baratheon sent her. Instead they listened to reports of pirate attacks.
And later, when the only light was given by the stars and the moon and the candles in her room, he bit into her shoulder hard enough to leave a mark, spilling himself into her. Brynden cradled her to his chest, legs entwining under the sheets. Once again he didn't ask about Gowen and she did not speak of Shiera, the only sound in the room their synchronised breathing. She let not a word pass her lips about his need to mark her in some way, and he told not a soul of the scratches running down his back. Because this they were good at, hiding behind the silence and the doubts and the things that were never said.