Willas's private meeting with Lord Roose in the garden had already been reported to Daenerys by Leyton. Naturally, she knew about it.
Leyton shifted his feet and respectfully placed the book from Daenerys's hands onto a small round table covered in velvet. "More precisely, it was a young lady of a lesser branch of House Tyrell. This evening, she was harassed by several drunks at The Smith Tavern. By coincidence, Lord Roose Bolton happened to appear, and he was interested in stepping forward to rescue her."
As he spoke, a mocking look appeared on Leyton's still somewhat youthful face. The proud nobleman seemed to still habitually look down on Crabb's eyes.
Rustle—
Daenerys accepted the crystal goblet Leyton offered, took a sip of juice, and lightly raised her brow. "A beauty in distress, aided by a knight—doesn't that sound just like a love story from a ballad?"
"Your gaze is as sharp as ever."
At Daenerys's gesture, Leyton poured himself a cup of light ale and continued, "The two of them did indeed have a pleasant conversation. They have agreed to leave the city together at dawn tomorrow for an outing along the upper reaches of the Blackwater Rush."
After a pause, Daenerys's brows suddenly furrowed slightly. "Leyton, what happened to those so-called drunks?"
"The Lord of the Dreadfort intended to chop off one hand from each of the drunkards on the charge of offending a noble, but a nearby patrolling peacekeeping unit took them all away. Under the new laws, nobles have no authority to privately punish commoners within King's Landing. Even the crime of offending a noble must be tried by the courts of King's Landing."
In the end, Leyton, the "half-wildling" from Crackclaw Point, said disdainfully, "These barbaric nobles should study the new laws properly."
Daenerys pursed