Elara's grip on her teacup tightened just slightly. Here it comes. "I haven't been aware of it at all, no. I've been much too busy arranging for my new personal guard to get here. Whatever is being said about me, I hope it's kind."
A soft laugh escaped Lyanna's lips, and for a moment, there seemed to be genuine amusement alighting her stunning features. "Kindness is not the currency of the Court, my dear," she said. "No, the stories have been... mixed." She placed her cup down, her fingers curling elegantly around its edge. "For instance, I've heard Countess Volecrest has expressed some disapproval about how her granddaughter, Lady Olivia, was treated during the Hunt."