As he spoke, Syrio shrugged. "I think His Majesty the king enjoys that feeling. No, I was wrong—not just him. Everyone does."
The Little Wolf Girl's gaze turned puzzled. He smiled faintly at her. "Compared to an evenly matched fight, crushing your opponent is far more enjoyable, girl."
He gently patted the Little Wolf Girl and looked at her, his smile turning slightly wicked. "Don't you miss the days when you could casually beat your little brother?"
Arya could not help nodding, then immediately shook her head. "No, I'm only happy for Rickon. I love him."
Syrio grinned. "Either way."
Arya felt that Syrio was far too cunning, and she grew a little annoyed. Then her eyes rolled, and she said, "Your insight is so sharp, yet you lost to Gryn last time, the Sealord's chief swordsman—formerly!"
Syrio's smile stiffened slightly. "That king friend of yours is an anomaly. He is not only strong, but nimble as well."
He spread his hands. "My eyes saw it, but my hands could not keep up."
Arya's eyes widened. "Gryn is that strong?"
Rumor had it that although the King of the Seven Kingdoms was invincible on the battlefield, he was only skilled with a lance and a bow—
That man had deceived everyone's eyes, including Syrio's own—
Syrio nodded and sincerely laid bare his thoughts. "Gryn I is an incomparably humble knight."
"All right, I believe your judgment."
As she spoke, Arya's little face scrunched up. "When will I be able to defeat Gryn?"
Syrio clasped his hands behind his back elegantly. "To grow, you need to travel. You cannot become a powerful knight by staying cooped up in Winterfell."
At the mention of traveling abroad, Arya thought of Sansa—
The Little Wolf Girl puffed out her cheeks. "Lady of Winterfell won't