Morgan would seem almost stiffened by the Prince of Dragonstone bowing before him , perhaps surprised but the maneuver . Despite that , he would return the gesture respectfully , just as Corvella would have advised him if hers was a voice that instructed diplomacy in his head . When he straightened , Morgan grinned and said , I am pleased to have received your invitation , Prince Beron . Thank you . Cyrella would receive his kiss upon her cheek and listen to his whispers , masking her astonishment that Beron somehow knew . She made the most curt of nods and scanned the hall for Lewys , thought she would remain at Cassanna ' s side for as long as would be polite . <| sep |> Thanks for not responding you fucking embiciles . This man is a national treasure . We won . Embrace him and let him know that he is safe . I am tired of this shit you should also be tired of it . What the fuck is wrong ?