"I'll admit adjusting the different tempest isn't easy for a Northern bred man," William remarked. Just the storm his wife brought was more than enough to deal with, but the endless council arguments and juggling the desires of the King added to the thunder that never seemed to stop rumbling. "But we all serve our King," he added. "I can see missing Winterfell more than the Dreadfort, but I'll admit bias on that one. I imagine there is beauty in the flower gardens of the reach that we would never see in the frigid north." His eyes glanced to the tapestries on the wall that Kyra had been staring at when he'd approached. The Targaryens left their mark when they decorated.
"I've been gone at least a year," William replied, returning his gaze to Kyra's lovely face. She was striking for a Bolton, but then, Eva had been nearly as pretty and youthful. "Too long. Starks are made for the North." He felt another rush of uneasiness. The woman could well be ready to rush to Selester and inform him of any slip William made. The Red Keep was all games, and William was reminded of what Kaelyn had said. [i]We are never alone in King's Landing.[/i]