In The Past
Ser Lomas glanced at his wife, who nodded at the maester, and the sea outside the walls, was a sight more appeasing than the green shit on the stone.
"It is nothing," said she, " She is nothing. This is our proof."
Ser Lomas took the missive, and read. His wife, inhaling as she always had, had the permanent look of her nose stuck upright. He , whether he stayed in his bed or not, could not fault her.
"A bastard ."
"He is on Dragonstone," said Ser Lomas' wife, "He need not know."
Ser Lomas held the letter. "He knows some!"
"But not all."
Ser Lomas was grim. Then he tossed the letter in the fire.
"A roll in the stables. That is the end of it."
"And the bastard," said she.
They watched the parchment curl in the ashes.