Arya Stark couldn't sleep as she listened to the sounds coming from the courtyard of her childhood home, Winterfell. She could hear people talking and laughing as they spent what could possibly be their last night alive together. She had mentally gone over the battle plan set forth by her brother, Jon Snow, the heralded King of the North, at least a thousand times but she knew even with the army they had they were seriously outnumbered by the Night King and his army of white walkers. She knew her sister, Sansa, hated the fact that her brother had brought the dragon queen, Daenerys Targaryen, and her army back to Winterfell but Arya understood the need for her army and her 2 dragons if they had any chance in defeating the night king. Sighing Arya turned on her side to look at the man sleeping beside her. Daenerys and her dragons weren't the only thing Jon had brought back to Winterfell with him. She still had no idea how he had met up with her brother after they had been separated all those years ago but when she saw him riding through the gates of Winterfell she had realized how truly happy she was that he was alive. Over the years there wasn't a day that went by that she didn't wonder what had happened to him after the Red Woman had taken him. When they had traveled together years ago he had been her best friend. He had followed her into danger more times then she could count and she knew she had come to love him as family until he got ripped away from her. After watching him in the forge the last few days however she had begun to see him not as her childhood best friend but as a man fully grown. She had let herself feel things towards him that she had thought she had locked away after her time in Braavos. It was why on the verge of her possible death she had chosen him to lay with for the first time. She wanted to feel alive and knew Gendry Waters, or Baratheon as he had only just informed her that he was in fact King Robert's bastard son, would be the one to make her feel alive for the first time in years. Feeling her eyes grow heavy Arya scooted closer to his warm body as she tucked herself into his side. As if sensing her need for comfort he moved his arm around her and pulled her closer, "Sleep Arya," he whispered. Smiling Arya shut her eyes and drifted to sleep listening to the steady beat of his heart.
The warning bells woke her. Sitting straight up Arya looked around confused till she focused on the man stirring beside her and their pile of clothes on the armory floor. "Gendry, we have to go," she shook him before slidding from the warmth of his body. Blinking Gendry sat up as he heard the warning bells and people shouting from the courtyard. Silently the two dressed and headed for the courtyard, "My hammer is in the forge," he told her as she paused to look up at him. Nodding she smiled at him, "Don't die," she told him. Grabbing her by the hand Gendry pulled her to him as he kissed her, "As you wish mi'lady," he laughed as he let her go and headed for the forge. "Don't call me that," she yelled rolling her eyes as all she heard was his laughter.
