Gendry Waters. She was going to introduce him to the Lord of the Eyrie with a bastard name. It did not make him noble, but it made him so much more than he had been before. It made him nervous as he strode into the great hall. And then there was the boy...

He was a poor, meek little thing. Even Weasel looked to be more alive than this boy did. This is the Lord Protector of the Realm? Gendry wondered how it was that grown men could learn to suffer having little children as their rulers. Presently the king of all seven kingdoms was a boy hardly older than this one.

"M'lord," Gendry said. He did not look the boy in the eye. "I'm honored."

He then realized he should take a knee, so he did so.