[u][b]Khailey Lannister[/b][/u]

She smiled politely at the Lord of Highgarden. "You're too kind, my lord." She then glanced over at her father before she bowed to each of the lords in turn. "Excuse me, but I must be going. My father is waiting for me." She started to leave, slowing only momentarily to brush the soft flesh of her bare shoulder lightly against Lord Jakob's arm when she walked by, as if it were an accident .

[u][b]Ser Vernan Lannister[/b][/u]

The knight listened to him explain what was going on in the North with feigned interest, but when he came to ask him who he thought would be hand, the conversation suddenly became more intriguing. "Were it up to me," he started to say, knowing that it would be too transparent of him to name a Lannister. "I would choose you in fact. No one knows the king better, am I right?" He said it only to gauge the boy's reaction.