Sansa did not want to look Gendry in the eye. She wanted to take refuge in her plate, still half-full. But she had to be strong. I am not a little bird; I am a wolf. And wolves were brave, they faced reality with calm faces. So she nodded, not looking away from the bastard across the table.

"Every word of it. He cast doubt on King Joffrey's legitimacy, but it seems that legitimacy comes not from the blood inside you but from how much of your enemies' blood you can spill. The king had Lord Stark's head mounted on the walls."

He promised mercy...