In King's Landing, Gendry had heard of Littlefinger many times. His master, Tohbo Mott, often had many purchases from the master of coin. Gendry had never met the man himself, but he'd seen the two of then speak whilst he was in the back, pounding away at the steel.
It was hard to believe that this man was Lord Protector of the Vale. Hadn't he heard stories of this man? He had started low as well. Not as low as Fleabottom. But this was a man who had raised himself high. Gendry could see a shrewdness in the man. Something that exceeded even that of Tywin Lannister. Until now, Gendry had never seen a man who seemed more in control of everything. It was hard to believe so frigid a man could have fathered so kind a woman.
"I shall, m'lord. Thank you." Hesitantly he had stepped out of the cell, expecting some sort of trap or trick. But just as it had been with Davos, there was no trick here. In his arms, he had the bundled up blanket that was given to him. It was the only thing of worth he owned in the entire world. "Where shall I go?"
Because even with his freedom, he could not quite imagine being allowed to stay here.
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It was hard to believe that this man was Lord Protector of the Vale. Hadn't he heard stories of this man? He had started low as well. Not as low as Fleabottom. But this was a man who had raised himself high. Gendry could see a shrewdness in the man. Something that exceeded even that of Tywin Lannister. Until now, Gendry had never seen a man who seemed more in control of everything. It was hard to believe so frigid a man could have fathered so kind a woman.
"I shall, m'lord. Thank you." Hesitantly he had stepped out of the cell, expecting some sort of trap or trick. But just as it had been with Davos, there was no trick here. In his arms, he had the bundled up blanket that was given to him. It was the only thing of worth he owned in the entire world. "Where shall I go?"
Because even with his freedom, he could not quite imagine being allowed to stay here.