He had no illusions that he was still alive for any other reason than the identity of his father. What remained a mystery is what Lord Baelish would even do with him. There was no one would be glad to have him. Except, perhaps, his uncle. And that thought made him shiver. Or perhaps it was just the cold.

"Does he mean to sacrifice me to the Seven?" There was a touch of bitter irony there. Wherever he was, somebody wanted to spill his blood because of his father.