"A wheelhouse!" He laughed. "And everyone in this kingdom would know where we were."

He dismissed the thought. And the thought of dragons as well. It was only because of Daenerys he even cared about his Targaryen blood. He had not revealed to her he was Baratheon, but he'd had a queer hope that when he did, he might persuade her in some way to look past his father and see a kinship instead. He thought of how close he'd come to swearing his service to her in her stupid, hopeless cause.

Well, now his sword only belonged to him. He did not foresee offering his service anywhere for some time.