{{for @agameofmuses - Mya Stone}}
Technically, Renly would have been Mya’s uncle despite the two being mere years apart in age. Perhaps this was why he was never “Uncle Renly” to her, but simply “Renly.” Either way, Renly preferred it, and it made him feel younger, which lately, after hitting his 20th name day, he could appreciate. This evening, Renly stood alone in his quarters, humming quietly to himself. He was in good spirits; Ser Loras had returned from Highgarden and it had been at least two years since he’d seen the knight. A part of Renly had hoped that being away from him would make his feelings for the knight conveniently go away, but seeing him again had only made it worse. He looked beautiful, in his new armor and atop a fine horse--it was clear that their time apart had not cured Renly of his infatuation.
So now, he walked about his rooms in a daze. If anyone had come in, he would not have noticed them and so when Mya had made her way in he had not noticed her; that was, until he nearly ran into her. “Oh! Mya, I...I hadn't noticed you came in. My apologies.”
