Viserys merely nodded lightly at those words. Little emotion showed on his face, and he did not pursue the subject.
He cut off a piece of venison and put it into his mouth, chewing slowly. His knife and fork moved at an unhurried pace, and he seemed to be doing nothing more than eating quietly, yet his gaze rested on the brightly polished silver cup before him.
The flickering candlelight on the table was reflected on the cup, its light and shadows waxing and waning. At first glance, he did indeed seem to be thinking about something unrelated to what lay before him.
In truth, however, Viserys was neither distracted nor pondering how important Alliser's earlier warning might be. Instead, he had quietly extended his mental power and begun a careful examination of all of Casterly Rock.
Viserys's perception disturbed no one. It simply spread slowly along the city's layout, drawing every surrounding contour into his awareness, including Lannisport, not far from Casterly Rock.
No one detected him. Even the wizards who could now demonstrate a measure of power had no idea that someone was watching them.
Daenerys turned to look at Viserys. Seeing his calm expression, she asked no further questions and merely gave Alliser another slight nod, as though accepting his goodwill on Viserys's behalf.
She said nothing more, lowering her head to continue eating the food before her. For a time, the hall fell quiet, but the silence was not oppressive. Rather, it allowed their restless hearts to settle.
All they could hear was the occasional faint crackle of the candles and the delicate clink of silver cutlery against the bottoms of their plates, intermittent yet perfectly clear.
Once dinner ended, Alliser immediately rose to make arrangements. First, he summoned the maids waiting outside the door and