Unsullied! You have been slaves all your life. Today you are free. Any man who wishes to leave may leave, and no one will harm him. I give you my word.
Will you fight for me? As free men?
Catelyn watched her son as he moved among the men, touching one on the shoulder, sharing a jest with another, helping a third to gentle an anxious horse. His armor clinked softly when he moved. Only he head was bare. Catelyn watched a breeze stir his auburn hair, so like her own, and wondered when her son had grown so big. Fifteen, and near as tall as she was.
Gendry has Robert’s strength, Stannis’ stubbornness, Renly’s easy laugh. And though he doesn’t carry the name. He is a true Baratheon by blood
“When my husband brought that baby home from war, I couldn’t bare to look at him. Didn’t want to see those brown stranger’s eyes staring at me. So I prayed to the gods ‘Take him away, make him die!’ He got the pox. And I knew I was the worst woman who ever lived. A murderer. I condemned this poor, innocent child to a horrible death. All because I was jealous of his mother, a woman he didn’t even know. So I prayed to all seven gods ‘Let the boy live. Let him live, and I’ll love him. I’ll be a mother to him. I’ll beg my husband to give him a true name. To call him Stark and be done with it. To make him one of us.’”
