Chapter Four:
Haven
She was his personal haven. And it was complete irony.
People were terrified of her once they saw her skill with a blade, and when he told her she was the safest place he'd ever been, she gave him a look and asked if that was because he was so used to having his cock inside her by then that she was familiar to him. That same night, he took her roughly for the first time, just to spite her. He marked her as his own with bruises and sucking marks and bites. She told him later as he held her sweaty and tired body that she would have to be carried tomorrow. He laughed and it put her right to sleep.
He was comfortable enough with her to curse, and she was the same. She hit him constantly, though she had done that before they had became lovers. They fought, and she screamed and he pushed her right back, and the Brotherhood had to threaten to knock their heads together and make Gendry a eunuch (something that would have been bad for both of them, if they were being honest) if they didn't fuck off.
But he was safe with her, and she was safe with him. He wouldn't be alive if it weren't for her.
They were safe with each other, he decided one night as he collapsed beside her, panting heavily. He was covered in sweat, and she was already half asleep.