High Queen at that. Gendry's expression had changed to something more suspicious. She was doing little to object to the title. In any case, it was one thing to be an accidental son of a king. But a queen was a queen, no matter how one looked at it. She was high born. She didn't seem it now, but a little mud would do that to anyone.

He leveled a steely gaze at the servant. "I told you I ain't no prince. Call me Ser if you like, but you can bugger off about princes."

The servant exhaled loudly and did little to disguise his rolling eyes. "Yes yes, of course, Ser Gendry. I don't suppose you'll find time to want a bath drawn, hm?"

Gendry snorted derisively. "Draw one for her Grace over there. I had one last week already."