Robin hung his head back at an odd, tilted angle. He looked to his Alayne for encouragement, and she only smiled. The lord was so often unable to see how her smiles often didn't creep beyond her lips, but today they crept a little further.

"Make it so," he commanded. Or tried to command. It always came out weak and petulant when he tried to give orders. It was a good thing he had Petyr to play regent for him, because otherwise the Eyrie would be a wreck.