Three weeks had passed since Myrilla and Jamie's fight and during that time she had made every effort to avoid him as much as possible. It was childish and Myrilla knew it, but she didn't care.

Myrilla made an effort to become better acquainted with the other women in Her Grace's service, but even though she had been in Cersei's service for two months she found it hard to make friends. She grew more miserable with each passing day. The older women in the group purposely shut Myrilla out anytime she was on duty. She was relegated to the worst seats, usually nothing more than a small foot stool and generally no one would speak to her. Rather than complain she took whatever sewing project she was assigned and worked without complaining. Myrilla was sitting on a small foot stool in the corner working on a basket of mending when Jamie walked in one day. All of the other women were in the gardens with Her Grace, but Lady Artemisa had left stern instructions that Myrilla was not to come out and join the other ladies until her work was done. She was so intent on her work that she didn't realize there was anyone else in the room with her until he spoke.

"Rilla." Her hands froze mid-stitch at the sound of Jamie's voice. "Why aren't you with the other ladies?"

Taking a deep breath and continuing with her work Myrilla responded without looking up, "I was asked to finish the children's mending before I join the others. As you see I'm not yet finished." She never raised her head to meet Jamie's eyes as she spoke. She hoped he'd go away without causing a scene.

"That can be done outside as easily as inside. Come you should be enjoying the beautiful day with the others." Jamie had taken hold of her upper arm as he spoke in an attempt to get her to stand and follow him.

"Please let me go."

Releasing her arm he said, "Rilla what is the matter with you?"

"Please just leave me alone. You're going to get me in trouble with Lady Artemisa. I need to finish my work."

"It can be done outside. Pick up your basket and follow me."

"I can't. I was given instructions not to come outside until the basket of work was complete."

"I'll speak to Cersei about this. You aren't a servant and shouldn't be treated like this. You could work outside as easily as you can in here."

"NO! Please don't. I'm fine and I don't want any special treatment."

"Don't be ridiculous this isn't special treatment. You should be treated as a lady deserves not as a servant."

"If you are truly my friend then please don't say anything to Her Grace about this. It would only make things worse for me."

"Ser Jamie. We weren't expecting you. I do hope that Lady Myrilla wasn't detaining you from joining your sister in the gardens?"

Jamie glanced at Myrilla whose head was bent over her work saying, "No I had merely stopped to say hello and ask her why she wasn't outside with the other ladies."

"I asked her to remain behind to finish the work basket you see beside her. Come I'm sure Her Grace will be pleased to see you." Lady Artemisa stood back to allow Jamie to pass out the door ahead of her. He glanced down at the bent head of Myrilla before moving out into the gardens. Jamie was wise enough to see that Myrilla was correct, saying anything would only cause more problems.

"I don't think that young lady is going to work out as a lady in waiting to Her Grace." Jamie looked sharply at his aunt saying, "Why do you say that? Lady Myrilla seems pleasant enough."

"Oh she's pleasant, but she's lazy and always tries to take the best seats. She can't seem to get along with the other women. I won't have someone in your sister's household that will cause disruptions."

Jamie listened to his aunt's statements without saying anything in response. The behavior and attitude she was describing didn't sound like the Myrilla he knew. When they reached the gardens any thought of Myrilla escaped as Cersi claimed his attention.

Myrilla continued working diligently on the basket after Jamie and Lady Artemisa left for the gardens outside. Periodically she heard laughter floating in through the open windows and doors. She was coming to hate Kings Landing and everything that the place represented. Myrilla felt like a prisoner in the Red Keep. All she wanted was to go home.