Her words grew thick. Obscure. She had herself dismissed Mya a little too harshly upon first arriving in the Vale. Old habits died hard, and she was having trouble associating with anyone's bastard child, despite purporting to be one. Without Mya, she doubted she would have ever had the courage of conviction to seek out Gendry.
"Not that she would want it. An apology. She lives...rather rough. Apologies seem to be the least of her worries." But this was not the point she wanted to make by introducing Mya into the conversation. "My Lord Father tells me King Robert once hoped to bring her to King's Landing."
He knew about her; he loved her, in his own way. He could have loved you.
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Her words grew thick. Obscure. She had herself dismissed Mya a little too harshly upon first arriving in the Vale. Old habits died hard, and she was having trouble associating with anyone's bastard child, despite purporting to be one. Without Mya, she doubted she would have ever had the courage of conviction to seek out Gendry.
"Not that she would want it. An apology. She lives...rather rough. Apologies seem to be the least of her worries." But this was not the point she wanted to make by introducing Mya into the conversation. "My Lord Father tells me King Robert once hoped to bring her to King's Landing."
He knew about her; he loved her, in his own way. He could have loved you.