Author's Note: One shot based off of the drawing Arya gave Gendry, which I am working on keeping ambiguous until its reveal. I have never done GoT before this is just in my mind hand has to become word vomit. I will not accept flames for inaccuracies or OOC. This is strictly my own that I now share with you.
Gendry studied the drawing Arya had given him. Why would she need something like this? For years he dreamed of seeing the youngest Stark girl again. She would be his lady and he her lord. What had changed to make her like this? He knew a lot had happened but he did not know what happed to her since they had last seen each other. "What do you need, Arya Stark?" He asked quietly to himself as he began the layout for this weapon she had tasked him to make. Of course he could make it. Of course he would make it. For her, he would do anything.
Arya knew anyone could make what she wanted. She wanted Gendry to do it. He was special. He was different. She knew all she had to do was say the word and he would be hers. Not anymore she couldn't. Now she was Arya Stark, Faceless Man Assassin. Arya Stark, murderer. If only he knew what she had done; how she took down house Frey, he would not speak with her. Instead she kept to herself, sharpening her skills, sharpening Needle.
Gendry worked tirelessly on Arya's weapon. He prayed it wasn't for her because this was his finest piece he had ever created. After 32 hours he found her in the crypts. Her prize wrapped in cloth to keep it safe. He saw her kneeling in front of her father praying. "I have completed what you have asked of me, Arya." He told her as he laid the weapon at the foot of Ned Stark's statue and paid his respects to the Stark patriarch.
"Thank you, Gendry." Arya replied as she unwrapped it. and picked it up. "It's perfect." She took a few practice swings to get used to the feel. Lightweight but heavy enough to do the job.
As he watched Arya, his heart broke. He knew she was planning on fighting and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Rising from his spot he went to where Arya now stood and wrapped her in a hug. "I know you are planning to fight but please come back when you are done. Come back to me."
The sudden gesture took Arya by surprise. Gendry made her feel safe, She wanted to feel safe. She was content right now, but knew there were things that had to be done. " I was praying to father to give me strength. I'm scared Gendry, but this is something I need to do." She couldn't bring herself to turn and look at him. "If I don't make it back, and I pray that I will there is a journal in the floorboard of my room to the left of the fireplace. Read it." With that Arya broke from his grasp and walked away.
"So long, Lady Stark." He held back tears as he knew he had to get back to the forge. There was work to do.
The battle for Winterfell was bloody with many casualties. No one knew who exactly died until their body was brought to the courtyard. Gendry knew already and his eyes confirmed it in the great hall where Sansa kneeled before Arya's body crying. This was her only sister and now she was gone. In Arya hands were both Needle and Gendry's weapon. His heart broke, again. His heart hurt, again. He was okay though because his Lady Arya Stark was finally at peace. Then after paying his respects he made his way to her room, to the floorboard and opened the journal. The first line read " My name is Arya Stark. I was born in Winterfell and I hope to die in Winterfell, it is my home." In the end she got her wish. She died at home.
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