He felt strangely uncomfortable. His identity had plagued him for over a year now, ever since he first left King's Landing. When the sorceress had taken him to Storm's End, his mind had entertained the idea that perhaps Stannis had some great use for him. That he might be acknowledged and made family.

That had never happened, of course. And his comrades in the Brotherhood had jested about 'King Gendry' enough to sour him to any thoughts of rising beyond his lowly birth.

So he focused on something else. "Mya?"