Lost in his thoughts William hadn't noticed anyone else was in the hall. He wasn't thinking of the kingdom, or the most recent discussion the small council had had, or of the day's audiences or the newest rumors in the castle. His mind had wandered back to the halls of Winterfell and the warmth of his own godswoods. Oh, he visited the one here in King's Landing to speak to the old gods, but their presence wasn't as strong in the south. His own woods was old, surviving even the burning of Winterfell some hundred years ago.
He looked up just in time to stop short before Kyra Tyrell. "Pardon me, Lady Kyra," he shot out, surprise in his eyes. He should have been expecting to run into her at some point, given the arrival of the Tyrell's, yet the moment still caught him off-guard. She reminded him of Eva, his long dead wife, a memory he wasn't found of dredging up. "I trust your trip from High Garden was pleasant?" he asked, trying for small talk.