"The girl works in the kitchen now," his mother said with contempt. He sighed inwardly. Gilly was a wildling and it was probably too much to expect anything better in the south. But working in the kitchens of a Lord was a way better life than she could have anywhere else. "And my first grandson is a spitfire. He has my eyes! Little Sam already started walking and drives his minders mad! Do you want to see him now?"