Kyra's eyes were distant for a moment. "In truth I scarcely know. I've seen little of the Reach or Highgarden. We followed the tourneys in the beginning and then came to King's Landing for King Paegon's..." she looked back to the tapestries. "After that we remained here for a time, before we went back. And then the plague... Highgarden seemed more like a tomb with your sweet sister and Lord Selester so ill." Kyra's lips twisted in a faint smile. "I miss the Dreadfort yet I name Highgarden a tomb? Perhaps you Starks are not the only ones meant for the North. The South is much more... confusing." She looked at William with sympathy.
"It does get easier, my lord. Your sister swore to me it did."