In the open light of the library, Gendry could truly see her for what she was. This was a true lady. Beautiful and elegant, radiating in the open light from the far off windows. He'd tried to convince himself that as a fellow noble bastard, they were mostly the same. But when he looked at her now...

And all I have is this blanket that smells of sweat.

"No," he answered. "It's me."