Gendry immediately answered. "There's no one." But then he remembered that he did have friends. True friends, not just the Brotherhood. Hot Pie would never be able to read anything he sent. But Arya...

"There was a girl. Not a sweetheart, though. More like a sister, maybe. It wouldn't do no good sending her a letter, though."

He heard she was in Winterfell now. Married off to some bastard. It was a funny thing, knowing that. A fellow bastard was to be Lord of Winterfell. The one outside his cell could order him to his death if she felt like it.

And he was the bastard of the King of all Westeros. And all he'd ever been good for was a little leeching.