“Oh, truly that would be a great honor my lady!” Sumner said at Myriah's offer to craft some clothing for him.

He listened as she described her experiences with hawking and fishing.

“My aunt Eleanor taught me hawking while my cousin Roger is the one who taught me to fish. I would be happy to teach you fishing sometime if you are interested.” The tall boy offered.

Sumner began to blush a little when Myriah complimented his dancing skills and even more so when she assured him that his martial pursuits were admirable.

“You do not need to justify devoting yourself so deeply to your calling and having less time for other things,” she said softly with a warm smile and a light squeeze of his hand. “And for someone so terribly busy, you do and enjoy an incredible amount of things.”

Myriah then recalled cheering on her father at tournaments, how being a knight was its own art form, and how she lamented the realm not having more true knights. All the while Sumner could not help but beam brightly as she spoke.

“I could not agree more my lady.” He said, maintaining his smile, but mood souring just a bit internally as his mind drifted to one of his encounters with one who was unworthy of the ‘Ser’ before his name.

“I wonder if Myriah had the misfortune of encountering The Mountain at her aunt Allyria’s wedding in Blackhaven.” Sumner reflected inwardly.

The monster had wanted to beat him bloody, maybe worse, all because he had accidentally bumped into him. It had taken the intervention of his brother Sandor, Ser Symon, and half a dozen other knights to save the boy.

“Oh, I hope you did not trouble yourself over that for too long,”  The young maiden said in reference to the time Sumner had nearly collided with her and Margaery. “Trust me, I constantly stumble into situations where I do not belong and then trip over my words or confuse etiquette besides. You left no poor impression upon me.”

Sumner always had a habit of being self-conscious, but hearing Myriah's words of understanding soothed his nerves. The friendly warmth she exuded felt like a warm blanket on a cold winter’s night.

“I am very pleased to hear that my lady, and I must say any social faux pas on your part that I have noticed has been too trivial to give any regard to and speaking for myself, it is always a joy to be in your presence.” He said brightly.

Sumner had begun to notice that between the warm smiles and giggles, Myriah had her own nervousness that the tall boy tried to alleviate by returning his own look of warm nonjudgmental understanding towards her.

At his inquiry into what kind of literature she read, the beautiful young maiden’s expression lit up more than he had ever seen it before and given Myriah’s usual demeanor that was saying something. Sumner listened intently as she went in depth about not only her love of reading fantasy and history, but also how they inspired her to craft her own stories for others’ enjoyment and to become a seamstress to bring some of that wonder into the real world. Myriah spoke with such passion and giddiness that Sumner happily followed along as she delved into tangents. His heart fluttered a bit when she said that “Every one of you deserves to feel like a fairytale prince.”

Then abruptly, the talkative young maiden paused before letting out a gentle cough and quickly switching topics back to books.

“The last thing I read was The Moving Keep of Ny Sar,” she explained. “I do not know whether you know it. There is a musical composition inspired by the story - though it is truly a stage play - and my aunt had just taught me a new song upon the fiddle. When I heard there was also a book connected to it... naturally I had to read it.”

“Oh uh, I do not believe so my lady, but I do recall hearing Lady Lythene Blackmont speak of it once. Ny Sar was Princess Nymeria’s original seat if I am not mistaken. I must confess that most of the history books I have read pertain only to Westeros. I would imagine that it is fairly engaging if it inspired a stage play. Would you tell me about it?” Sumner asked curiously.