Genna might have been a princess but she had the grace to blush. Princesses could and it was a sign of hu-mil-i-ty according to Septa Marien. She giggled happily, and looked again at the dark-haired bastard-born sailor with his dragon eyes. "Kings are silly," she said sincerely. "I like the Free Princes. You can be a prince, like I'm a princess. I'm not one. Not like they are." She pointed at the wall. "Just people can say you are and that makes you one now, I guess. You could be my knight though. Lady Kaelyn says I need a sworn shield. Are you someone's sworn shield already?"