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It's Larys who made her notice first.
"You've grown to admire the Master of Ships' interventions during council, Your Grace."
Larys' words took her aback. What did Tyland Lannister have to do with this? She stayed quiet, pondering his words. Did she? She could admit he was one of the voices she most liked to hear during the Small Council sessions, one of the few, alongside Maester Orwyle, who spoke sense in a place that was so attached to the Princess' mad ideas. That she found Ser Tyland a kindred spirit was nobody's business but hers. Nor that she found him handsome too, well-spoken, and funny on occasions.
The next few days, while her chat with Larys had faded in her mind, the feeling of having found something in herself that she did not know its shape yet, drove her to insanity. Like learning a complex word for the first time, she started seeing Ser Tyland everywhere.