Hello, here is another chapter. I have so much fucking emotion sthis past week, see if you can spot out the lines from the show and books. Also i just wanted to say to the people that worry about the whole Stannis as the king they support it is not a big deal, it will have the smallest effect on it. Enjoy.

Arya had been acting strange ever since there last conversation, they had been ridding for a good few hours now and she wasn't joining in on any of the men's japes, she wasn't even talking at all. Whenever someone asked her something she would just smile and nod or sometime she wouldn't at all but that was only reserved for him.

"Lovers quarrel then?" Gendry turned his head to his left to see Tom wiggling his eyebrows at him

"What are you talking about?"

"You and the lady, now that your some lord you can act on it" Tom laughed

"I'm still a bastard Tom and maybe you should keep your nose out and sing a pretty song instead" he spat pulling his horse away from Tom's and moved towards Arya's.

She pretended not to notice him when he pulled up next to her, Gendry waited politely for a few moments then became impatient and slightly annoyed at how she pretended not to recognise him. "Are you going to tell me why you are sulking or-"he began

"I'm not sulking"

"Sure" Gendry rolled his eyes mimicking the way she always rolled her eyes at him; she was still silent not looking up from her horse. Gendry thought maybe his harsh tone was affecting it so he changed his it and finally asked "So what is it then?"

"Nothing is wrong you stupid bull headed b… well that's just it isn't it? You're not even a bastard you're a king's son" Arya hissed at him finally looking up from her sliver horse, her eyes filled with hate and hurt.

"Arry I'm still a Bastard" he almost whispered trying to comfort her but something about it kept nudging his brain

"Yes, a royal bastard. You will have the whole of the seven kingdoms at your feet fawning over you and you will forget about who you are and the people you have met … the people like me" She almost sounded like she would cry but he knew that wasn't something the new Arya would do.

"Is that why you are sulking? Because you realised I finally have a chance to change my life and I won't be chasing after you like some lost pup running after his mother's teat" Gendry's blood was far past boiling, he was so hot blooded that he felt like he was going to explode.

Even if Arya had answered him Gendry didn't hear as the steam rose from his ears. He had enough of it, Gendry pulled his horse away from Arya and his brothers, and rode on the outskirts of them not wanting to talk to any of them, the men or her.

Gendry didn't even want any of this, he was happy living in kings landing working in the forge but then again if he had stayed he would of died. He would of died many a times if it wasn't for Arya and the brotherhood. It's the road I have to take. But he didn't want to go down the road he wanted to avoid the road, he never wanted to be a lord and the only time he had was when he thought of Arya but she clearly didn't want it either. Maybe she only loves me because I am a bastard like her brother maybe that's the only reason why she befriended me in the first place.

She watched him ride away to the edge of the group. He wants to leave me, he doesn't care about me he doesn't, he wants to be some stupid lord or king and leave me. Her throat tightened and her grip in Rhaenys reins made the leather strap dig into her the base of her hand. But he said he loved me, he told me. She thought back to that night and the feeling the kiss gave her, then she thought about his courtesies towards her. You've been a fool Arya, a second voice whispered in her head that oddly sounded like Jaqen H'ghar.

The voice was right, she was a fool. She had come here for her vengeance, she came here to kill all the men that had betrayed her family and that is why she was going to Dorne so she could take back Winterfell with the help she needed and Gendry was not part of that. He is some stupid idiot bull and when he meets Stannis he'll become some fat lord, and look down on the men that used to be him. Arya's hands had become sore from gripping her reins so hard that they had started to bleed, she looked around the group trying to forget the pain and her eyes landed on Gendry.

No that's not him, Gendry is different.

She prowled through the woods, her master was close she could smell her scent all over the land. She could feel her emotions leaking from the ground. She looked up at the grey shining rock in the sky and howled. It was the same grey her master's eyes sparkled when the daylight shone on them. The scent was stronger. Then she saw it, the lights of the clothed buildings and the shadows of the men her master was with. The lights from the flames were blocked by a man in a cloak with a thick beard standing her way then she saw it the thick sliver blade, the man pulled it from his hip and waved it at her.

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"NYMERIA" she screamed bolting up, before Arya knew anything her legs were dragging her towards the shouts. She found the men huddled around the edge of camp swearing and yelling, Arya pushed her way through the men, ignoring 'my lady it's not safe' from half the men she past. Finally she made it through the crowd and saw her,

Nymeria her direwolf, with its glistening yellow eyes and shining sliver coat.

"No" she cried running in front of her old friend "she is my direwolf"

"It's a beast milady" Lem said over the shouts stepping closer towards her

"No, if you lay one hand on her it will be the last time you have hands" she hissed drawing needle and pointing it at Lem who had the build of a soldier but Arya could easily best him.

Lem only smirked at her but when Harwin said he could pledge for Nymeria he backed off leaving Arya to reunite with her wolf. She turned to her old friend and found her whining loudly, they both leapt forward at each other ready to embrace one and other but her wolf overpowered her sending her flat on her back. She laughed as Nymeria licked her face with her dry tongue, she smelt like home the smell of Winterfell.

Arya turned her head to see a couple of the men watching them, one of them was Gendry. His face was calm and a slight smile lingered on his face, when he saw her looking at him he made no effort to move or look away he just looked straight back making his cool water eyes pour over her hot steel ones. She gently pushed Nymeria away then stood up, Gendry still just stood there watching. He didn't try to meet her wolf or say anything, Stupid idiot bull.

"Come on girl" she whispered then headed towards the small stream.

Gendry watched her as her beast licked her face, she looks so happy then Gendry realised she looked happier than she had ever been with him.

He thought of all the times she had made him happy, Arya made him happier than anything or anyone could. He had no joys in life apart from smithing but that wasn't the same as Arya. Arya gave him something he had never had, an emotion he had never felt.

She looked at him then rose to her feet never breaking contact, Gendry wondered if she felt the same. He wondered if she would ever need anyone ever again, she's the lone wolf she doesn't need me but winter is coming.

Something about Arya wasn't the same; it was as if she was a doll with no face. She never had the emotion that he needed from her. Since they had found her she seemed like she was going back to normal but Gendry wondered if that was all a front. Then he watched Arya leave with Nymeria heading towards the stream.

She knelt beside her old friend and buried her head into her fur smelling her. I've missed you so much Nymeria. Arya knew she didn't have to speak out loud as her and her wolf had a connection that nothing could break apart from death.

I've missed you so much, have you missed me? Nymeria whined answering her question, she looked into her direwolf's eyes and saw the pain. The pain she couldn't portray, I am truly broken. Arya scrambled over to the stream and looked at her reflection; I can't stand to be so dead behind the eyes. Nymeria whined again then placed her head on her lap and looked at her with her shining yellow eyes. Baratheon yellow Arya thought as she petted her wolf letting the tears flow freely, he is everywhere I go and if he leaves me again I will never be fixed. Her tears drenched her face, their hotness stinging her pale skin. Arya's body began to jolt forward with every sob and soon she was gasping for air, I am always left, I am always betrayed. I have learnt on my own, I am the lone wolf.

I dont know if that hurt anyone as much as it hurt me, tell me what you thought pretty please (bashes eyelashes) and thanks for reading