…Podrick continued to wade out to where Issa was, her small high breasts just breaking the surface. Podrick could see his own feet perfectly, the water was so clear and clean. “Westerosi men are supposed to be small down there.” Issa flicked her eyes to what she meant, below the water yet clearly visible. “It seems not all tales one hears are to be believed.” Even with the sun as fierce as it was, still he felt himself flame red in the cheeks. How did one respond to that? He stared at her realizing he could not determine her age. She could be his age, or ten years his senior. It was hard to say. She saved him the effort of responding. “I’m sorry, Ser Podrick. The tales we hear of knights from Westeros paint a certain image of what they are like, and you are not like that at all. I never thought to meet a shy knight.” She let her feet come away from the bottom and floated. “Tell me how you met Timmor. From what I know of your land, that must certainly be an interesting tale…” Read new chapter now at AO3! https://archiveofourown.org/works/14462343/chapters/33410979
