"My lady craves only vengeance. Lord Dondarrion fought for the people, but Lady Stoneheart don't. Better my sword go to someone who means to do good, then stay with someone I'm not like to ever see again."

Gendry had little reason to ever return to Westeros and he had a mind that he might well one day ask the fairies to let him stay in this world indefinitely. Even here, in enemy territory, he felt safer than he did anywhere in Westeros. He'd even thought to just swear his sword to the fairy queen, but that bitch had left him to rot in the middle of nowhere.

He shrugged. "But King Robert was my father. My friend is a Stark. If Queen Daenerys won't stand for either, then I'll just make myself a new sword, and it'll belong to me alone."