"Storm... Storm wants to see me?" Sansa asked Rosso.
"Yes. Stormhammer, the Liberator, the Chainbreaker, King of the Twin Cities, the Stepstones, and the Iron Throne-Prince Gendry."
"What does he look like? Does he look very much like Lord Renly?" Sansa asked excitedly. Storm was his alias. Would he be a knight out of legend?
"Renly is my lord's uncle, so they should look quite alike. But Storm is taller and stronger than his uncle. I heard that Renly was a traitor, and all show besides." Rosso glanced at the girl. She really was still a little girl, a child fond of fantasies.
People said northerners were cold and tough, but this child seemed less like a Stark and more like a Tully.
Rosso left the cabin, leaving Sansa to her fantasies.
Sansa opened the cedar chest. Dresses, undergarments, stockings, cloaks-it had everything. They were all wool and linen, unworthy of a beauty like her, but at least they would keep her clean and warm.
"Gendry. Storm." Sansa lay on her little bed, repeating the name.
Sansa lay in bed, turning it over in her mind. If the mightiest knight in the Known World gave her a little smile, she would rush straight into his arms. Gendry. Sansa imagined a handsome young face, coal-black hair, blue eyes-a taller, stronger, handsome man.
What did being a bastard matter? King Robert had already acknowledged him. Besides, he would be the richest and most powerful king in the world. But he already had a betrothed, the most beautiful maiden in the world. Still, Sansa took stock of herself. She was a pretty maiden too.
"If only I could marry Storm." Sansa imagined Storm taking her hawking, or the two of them watching a tourney in a garden and listening to singers play the