Arya's POV
Arya Stark sat on her bed, a scowl hung on her lips and she tried hard to fight back the tears that were dying to come out. Her father, Eddard Stark had recently left her room after giving her the worst news he had ever giving her.
They were moving to Kings Landing.
Her father, who was the owner of the Direwolf Company, had to travel down to Kings Landing to help out his childhood friend, Robert Baratheon whose company, (The Stag) was going down the drain due to his gambling problems. Sadly, since he would be away from home for such a long time, he thought it would be wise to take his whole family down to Kings Landing until the Stags Company was back up and running like before. The only problem was, Eddard didn't know how long that would take. He had spoken with his wife, Lady Catelyn and both came to the agreement that she would stay back at Winterfell with her two oldest sons, Robb and Jon who were both 21 and out of college and together they would take care of The Direwolf Company while Ned was away. She would also stay behind with Brann, who had just started high school and with Rickon who was only five.
Arya and her older sister Sansa would have to move with him. He told Arya he didn't want to be away from his daughters. He treasured them too much and feared that something bad might happened while he was away.
He clearly didn't know his sons then. Arya thought bitterly as she remembered her father's words.
Robb and Jon were extremely over protective over Arya and Sansa. They were very cautious when it came to their two little sisters who were only three years younger than them. The only guys they allowed near them were Sam, Pyp, Grenn and Theon who were all very closed to the Starks. She was pretty sure they wouldn't let anything happen to her or Sansa if they stayed back.
She still didn't understand why she needed to move with him to Kings Landing. She had tried to explain to him that there was nothing there for her. Maybe Sansa would fit in there, no, she knew Sansa would fit in, but she wouldn't. Her place was here at Winterfell with her brothers and her brothers friends. Practicing archery and fencing with them and going horse back riding. She belong out here in the cold north of the country side. Not in the sunny suburban city of Kings Landing.
Arya was displeased. She grumpy got out of bed and walked out to find her sister. She wanted to vent out her anger with someone and she thought Sansa would be just as pissed as she was. Sansa would be leaving so many things behind if she left to Kings Landing, even more than Arya. Sansa was the most popular girl in Winterfell High, she was in her last year of high school so she was probably going to win prom queen. But Arya was wrong, when she entered her sister's room her eyes immediately fell on the huge pink suitcase that laid opened in her bed. Clothes were everywhere and Sansa frantically ran back and forth from her closet to her bed.
Hey Ar," She said without looking at her sister
"What are you doing?" Arya asked, she was annoyed at the way her sister was acting
"I'm packing, you should be doing the same. Daddy said we leave in two days"
"Aghh I thought you'd be pissed about this" Arya sighed
"Pissed? Why would I be pissed? Arya we're going to Kings Landing! Home of the cutest boys and the cutest fashion. Everything is lovelier over there and so is the weather" She wore a stupid grin on her face and Arya was tempted to smack it off
"You and your cute boys" Arya spat. She din't know why but she felt anger towards her sister. She didn't want to leave winterfell and she knew that if her sister was on her side, she would be able to strike a bargain with her dad, but since she was clearly in such a good mood to leave her home, Arya had no chance in doing that.
She left her sister's room without another word and ran down the stairs and out the house. She needed to find at least one of her older brothers. Maybe they would help. She thought as she ran out to the backyard.
She thanked the seven gods when she spotted Jon who was sitting on the grass with his girlfriend Ygritte. She felt awkward interrupting them when they seemed to be sharing an intimate moment, but Arya needed help, she needed someone to convince her father of letting her stay.
"Jon!" She yelled as she ran towards him
"What is it?" He said in a sweet yet firm tone. Ygritte looked up at Arya and smiled
"Hey Ar," She said
"Hey Ygritte, can I borrow Jon for just a few minutes?" She pleaded
"What is it?" Jon asked as Ygriite finished saying "You may". She got up from the ground and walked back towards the house.
"It's about Kings Landing" Arya told Jon when he got to his feet
"So dad finally spoke to you about it?" He said, passing on hand through his tangled black curls
"Yes, I guess he finally did and I don't want to go" She said placing one hand on her hips
"Why not? Kings Landing is amazing" He smiled at her
"How would you know? You've never left Winterfell" Arya snapped
"I have! When I was 12 Robb and I went with father for a week" Jon told her
"Really? what was it like?" Arya couldn't help but to be curious
"It was really nice Arya, the Baratheon's are really nice and so is their house. When we were there they pampered us and we became friends with their oldest son Gendry. We would have became friends with his other brother, Joffrey but at the time he was too young," Jon told her
"Do they still live with them? their sons?" She asked, she found her looped whole. If they did, she could tell Jon that she would be hanging out with them every single day. She was hoping he would get mad and tell her dad not to let her go.
"No, Gendry moved out when he was 18, moved away to Braavos to study engendering and hasn't returned and I believe Joffrey just started college too and most likely moved out. The only ones that live in the house are Tommen, their youngest son who just turned 8. I don't have a problem with you hanging out with him" Jon smirked.
Shit. Her plan had backfired.
She was counting so hard on Jon but Jon apparently wanted her to go to Kings Landing. Arya couldn't help but feel like he was pushing her away from his life.
"Are you happy that I'm leaving?" She couldn't help the words that tumbled out of her lips
Jon's face fell and she grabbed her gently by her shoulders. He stared intensely at her and said "There would be a hole the size of Winterfell in my heart when you and Sansa leave. I will miss you both, but you, I would miss you the most sweet sister. Never think that I would be happy without you. I Just think Kings Landing would be a good place for you to be. You could meet new friends and go out more. I want you to see things, and if you stay here at Winterfell you'll be too lazy to see the world. Go and don't give our father any trouble. He already has enough on his hands" He said with a light smile. Arya couldn't gelp the light feeling flowing inside of her. She loved all her siblings with all her hearts but she loved Jon a bit more. He was always there for her and always knew what to say to make her feel better.
She jumped on him, catching him by surprised and showered him with light kisses all over his face. Even though Arya was 17, she was really small and light for her age. Jon, who was 6'0 tall and muscular had no problem picking her up and twirling her around.
"You're going to be deeply missed, you and Sansa. Now, go up to your room and pack, you guys leave in two days" He said putting her down. He gave her a reassuring smile and nuzzled her messy short hair. She smiled up at him and even though she didn't like the idea of going to Kings Landing, she decided it was best to just go.
Without her knowing, the two days flew by and Arya, her sister and father found themselves sitting on an airplane, making their way to Kings Landing. They had left in the early mornings and saying goodbye had been difficult. Arya still couldn't shake the image of Rickon begging her dad to take him to Kings Landing too, or Robbs tight hug or Jon's grey eyes that swam in a pool of tears.
It had all been too much for her, especially saying goodbye to her mother. Even though she barely listened to her and always disobeyed her when she pleaded Arya to act more "Lady like", Arya still loved her mother with all her heart. She knew it would suck not having her around for god knows how long. She wished Jon was right about the Baratheon and hoped that Cersie, Robert's wife was a nice woman.
Gendry's POV
It had been a wild four years, living in the Island of Braavos all on his own. Gendry Baratheon enjoyed the freedom he had, but now it was all coming to an end. His loving mother, Cersie had phoned him and practically begged him to come back home. She had told him that she missed him so much, even more than ever now since Joffrey was leaving for college as well.
Cersie Baratheon was the only woman who could move his heart. He was known as the bull for being reckless and cold, yet his mother was always able to warm him down and make him think straight. He didn't deny the offer of coming back home, even though he was tempted on saying no. Instead, he asked his mom to let him stay in Braavos for one more month, to let him sort out his things and that he would move back home once that month was over. Now here he was, hours away from the Baratheon's mansion and he desperately wished to be back in Braavos.
He hated Kings Landing. It was filled with phony rich people who always seemed to be too stuck up to have a regular conversation with anyone. Gendry always felt out-of-place there, he only got along with his family. When he got accepted into Braavos University, he accepted them without thinking twice. His mother had been hesitant at first and even cried. She had asked him if he hated his family that much and Gendry couldn't help but laugh at those words.
"Of course I don't hate my family. I got the best family in the world mom. I just, I don't know, Kings Landing is not for me," He had told his mother. And it was the truth, it didn't matter how much he loved his family or how badly he would miss them, he just knew at the moment that he had to get away from Kings Landing, and when he did he didn't regret it one bit.
He had an amazing time at Braavos, but now it was time to come back home. He missed hanging out with his old man and his younger brother Tommen had practically grown up without him. He missed hanging out with Joffrey and torturing him, but overall he missed his mother and her long blonde hair and the way she would sing him to sleep when he couldn't. Even though he missed the fun of Braavos, he was also glad to be back home.
The taxi pulled up at the front gates of the Baratheon Mansion and Gendry couldn't help but stare at them in awe. They were golden and big with the Stag symbol on the middle of the iron bars. When the security guard at the gates noticed it was Gendry who traveled in the car, he immediately opened the gate, allowing the taxi to go through. After a four-minute drive, the taxi finally made it to the front of the house were they were greeted by the Baratheons servants.
They helped Gendry get his belongings out of the car and brought them up to the house. Gendry walked behind them, studying his surroundings and remembering the old times. He couldn't help but smile as he walked into the massive house. He was surprised his mother hadn't come and greeted him at the door, he was surprise that the house seemed to be empty, apart from the servants.
"Where's everyone?" He asked one of the maids that was carrying his bags up to his old room.
"They're having lunch with the Stark's sir" The woman replied nicely
"The Stark? They're back in town?" He asked curiously. He remembeered Eddard Stark, or as other people called him, Ned. He had come visit his father years ago with his two older sons. He wondered if he was back with them.
"Eddard Stark and his daughters have arrived from Winterfell. They're going to be staying over for a while sir" The woman informed Gendry
Gendry thanked her and walked to the back yard. Eddard Stark. He thought, what could he possibly be doing here? The last time he came it was because his father's business was about to go bankrupt. Was it going bankrupt again? Gendry wondered as he took his luggage from the maid. He hoped that wasn't the case.
Even though he was hoping to see his family again, he was glad they were away at the moment. Gendry felt tired from the plane ride and wanted to nap. When he got to the top of the stairs, he went back down and collected the remaining of his belongings. After everything was placed at the top of the stairs he walked down the hall to where his old room was. He stopped in front of the black door and stared at the handle. It was a bull's head. He grinned as he touched the door knob and opened the door. The door creaked, but the sound was replaced by a shriek as Gendry entered the room.
He jumped back, startle as his eyes adjusted to the view in front of him. A girl with short brown hair and wild grey eyes stood by the foot of the bed. The only thing around her body was a towel and her hair was dripping wet. He couldn't stop staring at her. He didn't know if it was from shock or because she looked so damn beautiful.
"What are you doing! Don't you know how to knock?" She yelled at him
A/N:
So, I've decided to write this new fic about Gendry and Arya because I just love them so fucking much. I hope you guys enjoy the first chapter. Please review and follow and favorite this. Based on that I'll know whether I should continue writing it or not. :]