OOC: I don't know why, I was bored and I love these two. R & R!
King Gendry Baratheon watched as Lady Stark made her way towards the iron throne. It had been so long since he had seen the girl and now she was no longer a girl. She was a woman.
Her long dark hair and dark eyes made her the most beautiful girl in court. And as she knelt before Gendry, he felt his heart flutter. "My Lady," he said with a nod of his head, Arya's weary eyes lit up and he knew what she was thinking.
"As you know my lord, I am no lady."
Gendry let out a small chuckle, which was the first time he'd smiled since he'd taken the throne from the hands of the lannisters.
"Arya," he replied, "You are a dear friend to me, and I hope to mend the wrongs I've done."
The young stark lifted her head, "My Lord, I love you as if you were my own brother." She then fell silent. Her brothers were dead, all but Rickon who was now Lord of Winterfell. Her sister Sansa held Casterly rock, with her lord husband Tyrion Lannister. "I pledge my love and loyalty to you, and only you."
Gendry smiled, "I am glad," he hoped he could mend the friendship they once had, perhaps even grow on that. Possibly she knew how he felt for the younger girl, perhaps she didn't. But either way, he knew she'd be a great Queen.
"You may stand my lady," he replied quietly and as she stood their eyes met, Arya was never his, she never would be. She would never rely on him as he did her. She was strong, stronger than he could ever be.
"May I talk to you privately my lady?"
She nodded and as he stood from the throne he took her arm and led her down the hallways of king's landings. Hallways that held so many horrors for Arya, so many dark Ghosts and secrets that she could not hide.
They stood at a balcony and the once bastard and orphan stood alone, just as they had before. "As you know, my lady-"
"Stop that!" she cried, hitting his side.
"What?"
"I am no lady!"
Gendry grinned, "You look like a lady to me," It was true, in her fine dress and her hair pinned her shoulder she was gorgeous.
Arya rolled her eyes. "I dress as I am expected; inside I fear I'm still Arry."
"I liked Arry and nan and weasel. But I like Arya the most." He took her hand, and Arya looked up at him, her brown eyes filled with dread. She knew what was to come, and she didn't know how she felt.
"As you know, I have two positions at court I wish to fill…"
Arya nodded. "You need a hand. And a Queen but Gendry-"
Gendry lifted a finger to her lips to silent her. "I know Arya, you do not love me, maybe one day you would. But I am king and I have a duty. Also you are my best friend and my sister, I cannot lose you…" he paused and smiled kindly, Arya returned it.
"I wish for you to be my hand, there is no one I trust more than you."
Arya was lost for words, Women were not often posted as hands and even if they were they didn't have good history. Also after what happened to her father….but gendry was strong and clever, he would rule his kingdom wisely, better than his father ever did.
"What about a wife?"
Gendry's eyes lifted, "I am to ask for Daenerys Targareyn's hand, She will be after the throne and this way…she will get as she wishes…without fire and blood."
Arya smiled sadly, it should be her. "Well I suppose those dragons could be handy."