A/N: I changed Gendry's history a bit, to make him seem smarter, so I can use him more later on.

I awoke when it was dark. This was becoming a habit for me, one I thought I had to kick, although this time I was not in bed, and it was not accidentally of my own doing. I was lying sprawled on the floor of the entrance to my house, and quickly followed the sounds of merriment up the stairs towards the dining room, where I found Jon, Margaery and Tessa.

"Who knocked me out?" I asked, already presuming the answer: Jon was far too proper to do such a thing, as he would be more likely to remain quiet if he had a problem, or even ask for a duel, Margaery might slap me, but it would make a better message to have her brother Loras, who was also in King's Landing, hurt me physically (in any case, she could wound me emotionally far deeper than any physical wound), and so that left Tessa. Tessa had a hard enough slap, she had trained with me whenever we had been together, and she was stronger than most men, although she did not seem it. She also had good reason to be annoyed with me, as I had simply disappeared instead of telling her about my magic first.

No-one replied, instead all choosing to smirk and look at their food, so instead I decided on a different tactic. I sat down beside Margaery and kissed her with as much fervour as I could muster, putting all my feeling, all the love I felt for her, into it, and pulling her close to me, before pulling away, just as I would normally deepen the kiss, and whispering the question sultrily in her ear again. She breathed, "Tessa," before pulling my mouth back to hers and finishing the kiss.

The mentioned woman seemed confused between trying to act like it was nothing, being shocked at Margaery and acting like she hadn't done it. The result was her flushing a deep scarlet on one cheek but the other remaining porcelain white, which was rather amusing.

The majority of the rest of the meal was spent in laughter at that.

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The following morning I awoke to a loud banging very near head and Margaery trying to bury her head in my chest to avoid the noise.

"That must be from Tobho Mott's shop. It seems he's got a new apprentice." I explained. I had paid the master of the armoury to have his apprentices work in the far side of the forge in the mornings. As I hadn't been living in King's Landing for several years, the new apprentice would not know about this.

I quickly dressed and walked down to the forge with Jon, who had also awoken and was on his way to find the source of the noise, where I was met by a truly peculiar sight. The apprentice looked exactly like me, from stature to height to hair shape to even the eyes. I quickly realised that this must be another of my father's bastards, as he looked very similar to Edric, save for the ears.

When he turned to look at me, it was obvious he had noticed the same thing, although he did not know the reason why we looked so alike. In an attempt to stop the look of panic on what I now knew to be my brother's face, I quickly said, "Don't worry, I wasn't sent by the gods. I just think we might be related." At this, he seemed to calm down, although not much. What's your name?"

"I'm Gendry, Gendry Waters," he answered, "Although I'm not superstitious, I was just shocked to see someone who looked so similar to me, that's all. I doubt that we're related though. I'm no Lord's son, and judging by the phoenix emblazoned on your doublet, you seem to be of House Mackinnon. As the only Mackinnon of your age would be Addam Mackinnon, and his father never visited the capital, it seems unlikely that we are related, milord."

"How do you know so much about the Storm Lords, lad?"

"My mother died when I was young, and two people took me in off the street. Their names were Griff and Lemore, and they had two sons, Young Griff, who had eyes similar to his mother's, and Howland Sand, who looked like his mother but had grey eyes, very similar to those of your friend behind you," he pointed at Jon, "They insisted on teaching me to read and write, as well as teaching me a lot about the Storm Lords, and all their offspring, as they said it would one day be very important to me, but that didn't stop them leaving to Pentos a year ago."

"What did this Lemore look like?" I questioned.

"She was very beautiful, with dark hair and sun-kissed skin, so she seemed Dornish, but she also had violet eyes, like a Targaryen. " Gendry seemed nonplussed by this, but I knew what it meant.

That woman had to be Ashara Dayne, and so she wasn't dead. The boy who looked like her, Howland would therefore be her bastard by Eddard Stark. Griff though, I had little idea as to who Griff could be, unless…. The Griffin was the sigil of House Connington, and so Griff was most likely Jon Connington, Rheagar Targaryen's best friend, which meant Young Griff, with violet eyes, had to be Aegon Targaryen, Jon's brother. Their being in the Free Cities now meant that they could well be in touch with the other Targaryens, although they would both presumably know of Vicerys' madness.

This threw a wrench in my plans, as it now meant that there was now a viable other heir to the iron throne, one who would have Dorne behind him, as he would be the nephew of Prince Doran and Prince Oberyn. I could only hope that my mother's good friendship with Ashara Dayne would lead to an alliance.

"Don't worry about being abandoned again Gendry, you're now in your brother's hands."

"Brother?"

"You were right about House Mackinnon, only I'm not technically of House Mackinnon, I just favour my mother's side over my father's, for fear of being recognised more easily. My father was not of House Mackinnon, but of House Baratheon. Our father, I should say, is Robert Baratheon, King of The Seven Kingdoms." I gave him a knowing look.

He seemed speechless, and could barely manage to stutter after a few minutes. After a few more, he eventually got out a coherent sentence, "but then why would he abandon me? He always seems so nice at tourneys, but he just abandoned me."

It saddened me to see him so distraught, especially after just finding out that his father was not only alive but king. "He had no choice. Our sister and I were legitimised just after the war, when Jon Arryn felt he had a need for heirs of his own. Once he married Cersei, she wouldn't let him legitimise any more bastards, and she still sees it as an affront to her children that we exist."

"Jon Arryn? I would never have pegged him to refuse Lord Stannis heirdom. Whenever he visited me, he seemed far too honourable for that."

This surprised me again. "Jon Arryn visited you?"

"Yes," he replied, looking wary, "I suppose it all makes sense now. He kept asking me questions about my mother, and whether I was being treated well. He probably decided to track down all us bastards to find out whether we were doing well."

"That wasn't the reason. He really wanted to know that we all look like our father, at least all those I've met have. There was a girl in the Riverlands, a babe in Duskendale, our sister, now betrothed to the future lord of Winterfell, Robb Stark and a recognised bastard, Edric Storm, who lives in Storm's End, my castle. We all look the same, to a certain degree, yet the Queen's children look nothing alike. He thought that was strange, and decided to find as many as he could to further find out whether the princes and princess are our siblings."

A look of comprehension dawned on his face. "Who?" he whispered, looking around, as if for one of Varys' little birds.

At this point, I believe a smirk appeared on my face. "Who has blonde hair and spends a lot of time with her? Who would have ample excuse to be in her chambers more often than not? Who has already shown himself to be an oath-breaker? You're a blacksmith, and have presumably been to enough tourneys to see that Joffrey Waters is incredibly arrogant. Which family is known throughout Westeros for their arrogance?"

"The Kingslayer?"

I merely nodded, before pulling the design for a new set of armour and sword from the pocket of my breeches. "Give these to your master. Tell him to make them within the next week, with no markings as to whose they are, to make an extra sword which can be used for tourneys, and that I'll pay extra for his silence until the end of the Tourney of The Hand, which is being prepared for the King's return."

He unfolded the parchment and looked at the design of the sword, before saying, "This sword. Its not like anything I've ever seen before. Is this a Dothraki weapon?"

"No. It comes from the forests of Yi Ti, and is called a katana. It was originally designed to be only used to chop off heads, but over the years skilled swordsmen have been able to master it, and when you do that, the results can be more lethal than even a greatsword. Once you've done that, resign your post and go the building next to this one. The guards will get you settled in, and you'll become my new squire."

I then proceeded to leave him there, his mouth wipe open, as Jon and I returned to bed. As I crawled under the covers with Margaery, she stirred, and I whispered "Watch out, there's going to be a clone of me around here soon."

A/N; I know I changed Gendry's story a bit, I just decided that it might be fun to have Gendry as Daniel's brotherly companion, given that he's already got a close female friend.