[Gendry is stunned into silence. He had thought her soft and weak, who had been spoiled by birth and title. he had known she was exiled, but she had a bearing that made her seem so utterly pampered that he had not seen any trace of hardship in her.
But now he saw her for what she was. She had not suffered the same way he had, certainly. Perhaps she had not grown up with bowls of brown or crossed rivers of shit. She might not have stood in a pen, watching as people were lined up for an interrogation that always ended in death. Perhaps she had never known the Lady.
Still, he understood. And he closed the locket. It seemed as though he intended to be done with her. But it was only so he had time to consider what he ought to say. She still seemed a fool to claim so much and he recalled that long list of titles she gave him, each one more absurd than the last.
He opened the locket again.]
You're welcome to see the forge, your grace. I'd be glad to show you about.
[There. He had little else to say. What could he say? That he would offer his sword? It wasn't his to give. Not yet. But he could honor her original request in a far kinder, more generous way. And perhaps, in person, he might speak more plainly than what could be done on this strange little locket.]
audio;
But now he saw her for what she was. She had not suffered the same way he had, certainly. Perhaps she had not grown up with bowls of brown or crossed rivers of shit. She might not have stood in a pen, watching as people were lined up for an interrogation that always ended in death. Perhaps she had never known the Lady.
Still, he understood. And he closed the locket. It seemed as though he intended to be done with her. But it was only so he had time to consider what he ought to say. She still seemed a fool to claim so much and he recalled that long list of titles she gave him, each one more absurd than the last.
He opened the locket again.]
You're welcome to see the forge, your grace. I'd be glad to show you about.
[There. He had little else to say. What could he say? That he would offer his sword? It wasn't his to give. Not yet. But he could honor her original request in a far kinder, more generous way. And perhaps, in person, he might speak more plainly than what could be done on this strange little locket.]