Viserys merely swept his gaze around the hall, his expression betraying little, as though none of the exquisite furnishings had truly registered with him.
Daenerys, meanwhile, studied the scenes on the tapestries with interest, her gaze moving slowly from sea monsters to leaping mermaids. She examined them closely, as though hoping to discover something in the images.
Seeing that neither of them showed any displeasure, Wyman piled another measure of warmth onto his smile, deepening the creases at the corners of his eyes.
He turned laboriously to the side and tipped his chin at several attendants, signaling for them to pull out the high-backed chairs at the head of the table. His movements were slow, but carried an air of composed attentiveness that he was taking great pains to display.
After all, he had once sent House Manderly's soldiers to help House Stark and Robert Baratheon overthrow the Iron Throne.
He had even fought in the Battle of the Trident himself and witnessed Rhaegar Targaryen's death. Naturally, seeing Viserys and Daenerys now left him somewhat uneasy. There were four dragons outside, and Viserys himself was a ruthless killer. For the sake of his house's survival, Wyman could only be especially attentive.
Then, with a measure of respect in his voice, he said, "Your Majesty, everything in the Mermaid Palace was brought from the Reach by our ancestors, then gradually added to over the generations until it became what you see today. Though we are now vassals of the North, someone in House Manderly must always remember what happened in the Reach all those years ago."
Only after saying this did Wyman realize his mistake and begin to regret speaking. He feared it might remind Viserys that House Manderly had also taken part in the Usurper's War, and that he might