Gendry Baratheon
The sky cell were cold and damp and smelled of piss, just like the rest of the Eyrie. Gendry watched the slow, steady drip of rancid liquid while mentally reciting the events that had led to this. He had long since abandoned the hope of freedom, but after roughly three months of being imprisoned. He had woken up to Jon Arryn and his knights dragging him from his bed. He only gave the reason that he had 'dishonored me". Robert had only grunted and nodded. While it wasn't said that it was because of his relationship with Arya he knew. He had screamed for them to let him go. Silence. The wind was his constant companion. He had almost rolled to his death many times.
His father had sent word that he was disowned for ending up imprisoned in a dungeon. Since he had been imprisoned his only visitor was Ser Bronn, Bronn had tried to raise his spirits but he knew that Arya had been imprisoned to her chambers. The court was told she was ill but Bronn had told him that Jon had her beaten to an inch of death. It was too much, his bravery had gone a month in. He had been broken as he screamed for his mother. Considering he had tried to flee after his cell was opened to clean it, they had beaten him until his finger were all broken on his left hand.
When Gendry heard rapid footsteps approaching, he assumed it must be the usual guard coming to deliver his daily beating and maybe some gruel. He had been forgotten for two days before, but that might have been too kind. The guard was not a nice man, but he had a knack for causing pain and using small knifes to wake him before being served gruel. His stomach twisted in hunger and desperation at the thought of more time within the cell, there would be nothing else to think of. How long before your next meal, or could he last that long.
Of course, his feelings for Arya had not diminished. He kept telling himself that he would find a way back to her. He knew that she would not stray from him. Bronn had not visited since he had been moved to a lower cell. The man's absence was abrupt—Gendry had sensed that he might have been disallowed from visiting him. As unfair as it was to do that, Gendry Understood that Jon Arryn was trying to break him completely. Gendry couldn't help but feel worried for Arya's safety and spent hours worrying about her. She was growing rather restless at the thought of what they might be doing to her.
Instead of the cruel guard that was to be expected two knights flanked by Jon Arryn came to stand before her cell. From the set of his shoulders and the clench of his jaw, he could see he was furious.
"Do you know why I have imprisoned you here?" Lord Arryn demanded
"My uhm, relationship with Lady Arryn was inappropriate."
And I loved every second I was with her, he thought to himself, but he also knew it would be extremely unwise to mention any details as he was not sure what the man had known. As far as Jon Arryn knew, the extent of the relationship had been a kiss. Perhaps Lord Arryn did not know that he had layed with her five times each one better than the last.
"I could have you thrown out the moon door for this kind of treachery! You have dragged the Honor of house Arryn through the mud! Honor is what I will die with and you have besmirched it and my wife." sweats broke out all over Gendry's body. As much as he loved Arya he did not wish to die here. He began to cry tears a streaming down his face.
"I won't kill you though. My wife has begged for your life many times."
They stared at each other, Gendry hunched against a wall and the proud Lord Arryn sitting in his wheel chair. For all his faults, Gendry did not look away. After many months of existing amidst the filth, being thrown from the moon door would be an awful way to end. To see exactly where his demise was going to be. Even worse, it would put this terrible and wondrous life at an end.
An eternity passed in the few seconds of silence before Lord Arryn spoke again.
"Stand in front of me Gendry Baratheon," he rasped. The Knights hovering over rushed to obey. Gendry scrambled to his feet and waited as the as Jon Arryn got to his feet. His clammy, sweaty hands stayed deathly still at his side. His heart hammered within his chest. He willed it to slow, but not even his mind could slow his body in this moment. He knew this judgement would be forever. I will not cry, he told himself firmly.
"You will take the black," Lord Jon Arryn said. Gendry blinked rapidly, confused by this judgement. He knew that if he took the black he would never see Arya again. " You will never return to the Vale or the Stormlands. Do not write to my wife or anyone at this court. If I ever lay eyes on you again boy you'll wish you were never born."
His voice seemed to have fled from his body. Gendry drew a deep breath before forcing the air out through his frozen lungs. "As you command my Lord,"
"Yes as I command as it is my home you dishonored," he said. From his tone, Lord Arryn seethed anger at the prospect of Gendry living, but his face betrayed no emotion beyond his frown was present. "My wife tells me you came to love her. Know that she will never see your face again Gendry Baratheon."
Gendry Baratheon laid his head in his knees and wept.
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