The Beauty is a Beast

by OrangeColorSky

It has been two and a half years since Gendry Waters made an assisted escape from the woman in Red. He is now 19 and trying to forget about his past. However, he can't shake the feeling of what now would be Arya Stark. A 15 year old Assassin, whom made her own Dead Pool and refuses to stop until every last name is crossed off. Will he be enough to save her from herself?

1. Prologue

The Beauty is a Beast

Gendry wasn't quite sure when she started to become the focal point in his dreams again. Somehow in the past few months she came up like a phantom. He had always had her in the back of his mind, since he was sold to the Red Wench by the brotherhood.

At first, she was the only positive thought on his mind. But, after his aided escape the thought of her – her steel gray eyes, her short brown hair, her un-lady like being – had been pushed back. In her place were thoughts of survival and an attempt to move on from his past.

She had laid dormant for nearly two and a half years, until recently when he began hearing whispers about a young woman slaying highborn leaders. One being Walder Frey, a man who had murdered Catelyn and Robb stark in cold blood. Gendry was certain that this Lord would have made it onto her Deadpool.

He often found himself curious about how she was. What would she look like? Was she the same blunt girl he had met years ago, traveling to the wall on the king's road. He had a feeling that she had grown to be much more than that.

Gendry was now with a guild of traveling merchants. Selling blunt weaponry to small village residents as means of security through the long winter. They were nearly to Winterfell when it started to snow. He had never witnessed a snow fall in all his nineteen years. Like her, it was breathe-taking. Like magic was falling from the sky.

Would he see her again? The little wolf with the heart and mind of iron? Her soul molded in vengeance. Did he even want to see her again? To feel the same feelings, he felt when he was but a boy? Feelings of hope, safety, protective, fondness, and even affection. She was the only person he had ever met that he gave a damb about. Before the road and after. Just her. Only her. He knew who his father was, he could care less. All his half siblings were presumed dead in their slaughter. Tomen was the only highborn brother he had left. Though he had heard the rumors about the young king's parentage. Gendry didn't care one way or the other.

He was used and abused his whole life, he was accustomed to it. He told himself never to get attached. Because nothing was permanent. Everyone lies, everyone cheats, everyone dies. And not a single soul had proved him wrong.

Except Arya Stark.