There were days he missed the familiar complexity of his world. The struggle and the system he had been raised under. There was more freedom in this one, a better chance to have your own standing based on merits rather than birth, but it only masked the long standing hierarchy that seemed to rest beneath the surface. At least in his, it was blatant and honest.

"I was." He didn't talk about his death, even though his family and Baelish were aware of it. The topic was one he found embarrassing and private, no matter who he was with. "They said it was to keep out the Wildlings, but I think that men forgot there was always a more serious threat. The dead."

Oh that coaxed a smile. "Lord Baelish has a habit of talking about me? What did he say?"