[b][u]Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing[/u][/b]

Jakob almost spluttered into his wine as he took one more sip. A Lannister king? That was possibly the most traitorous and treasonous thing he had ever heard. As she spoke Jakob stopped her and looked over his shoulders, quickly checking to see if anyone were present. Taking Khailey by the shoulder he led her into a small alcove and hissed his next words, hunched over as if they were conspiring to poison the king, though Jakob wasn't sure if the Lannisters would or not.

"Listen closely and don't say a word, you go around announcing things like that too the wrong people and you will find yourself on the end of a spike very shortly. The Targaryens are not known for their mercy, though I am not about to go and rat you in." Jakob sighed. "I would be laughed out of court immediately making an accusation against you." Taking Khailey back into the hallway he allowed their walk to continue. "My loyalty is too the man who is loyal to me. A King, or Lord, who forgets his lessers is one who is normally toppled by them. And that is all I will have to say on that matter." With that Jakob finished the last of his wine quickly. Deciding that Khailey would be fine for the rest of her walk Jakob stopped short. He now had matters to discuss with Vernan Lannister. As well as a number of the other River Lords, perhaps even whoever the Baelishs had sent. "Perhaps I shall see you at the announcement of the Hand my lady, until then have a good night." Jakob then turned and returned to the crowd of people they had left.