His expression doesn't shift, but something stretches between his eyes. Cedric leans back in his chair, taps a finger to the sheet.

"Your Grace," See? He knows that one. A smile (an icebreaker for the mad thing Aerich's just said). Because, "Reckon that'd be wise, going under something else."

What an odd thing it must have been, for Gwen to find herself dethroned. Stranger for it to come on you at once, as it must of spirits -

"Promise you wouldn't be the only one to shuck a title."

Ser means a deal less than Duke, even one of an imagined land; but they spend about as far around the Gallows.