"As is Gendry Waters," he said frowning. He lifted his feet from the mud, then kicked them in the water to free the caked mud between his toes. His expression was shielded from her and he hid his own uncertainty.

"I nearly told her who my father was, before we were called away. She likes me well enough, I think. I've told her what I thought of her and everyone else, as brutal honest as I could, and she seemed to respect that, for some reason. But I ain't told her my father stole her father's throne." He laughed hollowly. "A few months ago, I was no one she would have cared about. But now? She might well dislike me as much as Sansa Stark."