"They are long dead in mine. They existed once, but they say the last was only the size of a cat." Raynald had more interest in such things, but she could remember the lessons well enough. The stories of the Targaryens and their fearsome beasts.

The woman was beautiful, her hair the same sort of silver that they said the Targaryens bore. Compared to her, Jeyne felt thin and dull. She was the sort of woman any girl might wish to grow into, though beyond the beauty...she was difficult to read.

It seemed unlikely she would manage as it was. She never seemed able to see what was beneath someone's facade.