Apolline, for her part, just seemed deeply amused of the proceedings as she took a long sip of her wine. "Fear not, my daughter," She said," No harm will befall Miss Sands - although your affections for her will be discussed privately at a later date." Fleur flushed and prayed to the old gods that nobody below the high table had heard what her mother said. "Lord Lannister despite the "treatment" of your heir, I can not just allow you to sentence my champion for the Tourney to death."