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Chapter 10

Arya left the small bedroom and went to sit on the roof. The moon was out and lit everything with light, even the man on the roof. He looked like he belonged their, his pale skin and hair seemed to glow, soaking up the moon's luminence. At first she thought about climbing back to the room but she wanted air and time to think. Aegon had already seen her. She was out of her dress, feeling not quite comfortable with the dress that was so unlike her. Gendry had given her his tunic which easily fell below her knees. It was filthy and slightly stiff but it was warm from his body, which seemed to always be heated. She smiled to herself before remembering she wasn't alone.

Aegon was looking at her strangely, his silver eyebrow raised. She controlled her features and went towards him before sitting down beside him well not beside him, there was a good meter between them. Dragons and wolves didn't get along in nature why would they get along on a roof?

Although it was run down and putrid, the house had a sort of charm to it. The view of the sea beyond the city walls was nice. She liked how the moon flickered on the waves and how the boats on the harbour swayed like whores. If she forced herself, she could pretend it was Braavos, she could pretend it was Happy Harbour. But that façade was ended when Aegon spoke.

"How long have you been away?" He was trying to make small talk, uncomfortable with the silence.

" Four years." She answered automatically, she didn't actually know. She probably couldn't say when her birthday was either. She knew the answer but she also knew it would make him feel better if she asked him the same question.

"Since I was a baby. I hardly know what there is to come back to." She watched as he stared more intently at the waves, glaring as if it were their fault, leading him to this land.

"Do you think they will find us here?" She tried , not wanting or caring to hear about his past.

"Not likely. That little show was only for Queen Cercei." That look clouded his eyes again and she figured it was him realizing that he was supposed to hate her.

"Jon says you look just like her." He finally said. Arya turned at this she didn't know what he was talking about; her mind had been in Braavos.

"Who?"

"Your aunt Lady Lyanna Stark." She had been told so many times that she was like her aunt Lyanna that she had grown sick of it, as one would become sick of eating too many sweets. She figured it was their way of consoling her for not being as pretty as Sansa, though that type of stuff had hardly ever bothered her. So she assumed it was how her mother and father coped with her being so wild as a child. It's just a phase, the most beautiful woman in the realm was just like that before she became pretty.

"I never knew her."

"Neither did I but Jon did. He said she was the cause of the war. Because of her my mother and sister were killed and I had to live away from home." He paused as if thinking but it only made her shift and fidget. "Not that you aren't pretty or that she wasn't either. I just don't know why my father would do it."

They sat still for a while, looking at the moon. Both in their own separate haunt of what was and what could have been. But with the past you can spend your entire life wondering what if. The wiser choice is to learn and grow from the past. Arya thought about this. She thought about the woman who was taken, the woman she had never met but was said to be so like herself. She would never let anyone take her, not without her permission. She wanted to be free.

" How can you call it home when you were away from here for most of your life? Does this feel like home to you?" She threw at him rather aggressively but that was always her way. She watched as his body tensed and took to the defense. " I had a home with brothers and a mother and a father and a place that was solely mine and I was taken away from it to become a lady. It was someone else's home but then that home was taken and I was told I needed to become a boy so I could get back to my home and I did. It didn't work…" She didn't want to share everything with this stranger and he didn't need to hear about Braavos. When she saw his look of sympathy she looked away and let herself turn to cold, hard ice.

"You can spend your life looking for your home and you might never find it. A home doesn't exist… at least not for wolves and dragons… not in this world. You can only settle or keep running."

That silence, like the distance between them, seemed to grow as they both thought of the cold truth of her words. Neither of them had homes, not truly. Arya stood up to leave.

"What about stags?" Aegon finally said.

"I beg your pardon?" Again knowing what he was talking about but choosing rather to play pretend and wait.

" Do you plan on settling with your stag even though you're a wolf. Wolves devour stags in the wild. The past proves how wolves can hurt the stag. How will you and yours live?"

She looked at him, mildly shocked. But then that was the question and answer to everything. In nature's hierarchy the wolves and deer never lived in harmony. Gendry had been telling her similar for so long.

"Trying to find him a home."

She slipped through the window. The moonlight traced the shapes in the room; a wall, a door, a small chair and a bed with a man. On light feet, she padded towards him. He looked exhausted, with bruises under his eyes from lack of sleep. She didn't want to think about what happened to him but she did. She also thought about the sad truth that she would inevitably hurt him-but not tonight. Tonight, she could pretend she was the young boy-girl who would lie next to him to keep warm and remind her she wasn't as alone as she seemed to always be. Tonight, she could pretend that fate was not always so cruel to the stag and the wolf.

It was not safe for any of them to leave the house. The queens had sent men out to look for the escaped prisoners and the ghosts. Varys would send one of his spies to them with food occasionally but that was hardly the issue. There was not for them to do but wait. For five days there was rain and for five days they were trapped in a house to think about what was going on outside. After her talk with Aegon, Arya had felt strange around Gendry. She didn't know how to react to him, so she sat in the corner of the room and thought about it, about her unreasonable confusion that made her hesitant. Gendry gave her space perhaps the same thoughts in his own mind. And so they avoided each other, orbiting around one another and stealing looks. She would sit with Aegon and talk about things she could barely recall and feel Gendry's eyes hot on her skin but forced herself to look at who she spoke to or her lap. He did the same. It was utterly ridiculous. She had tried to go talk to him but couldn't, like her words were repelled by his presence. When it became too unnerving, one of them would stomp upstairs.

At night they would share their bed but nothing else. Arya would slide into bed and let her hand ghost over his. Gendry would make a sound as he turned towards her and let his breath tickle her neck. Arya would mold her back to his chest. Gendry would unconsciously let his arm fall over her protectively. Neither were ever asleep when these nightly exchanges happened, it was all part of the act, to ignore the issues that neither were ready to face.

In the morning Gendry would always leave her and the bed would be colder. She would pull her legs to her and tell herself she was weak.

Walking down the stairs and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, she drifted towards whatever food they had on the old cracked table against the wall, in the corner of the room. As her eyes became more alert she realized that Jon Connington was here. He and Ser Jorah took rounds guarding them all. Both men made her uncomfortable they both carried an air of importance and duty. They both looked at her with wary glances. She wondered if they would like her better if she curtseyed and cooed little words to them. Instead she walked to the table and ribbed herself a piece of stale bread and went to sit in the far corner of the room beside Anguy.

"I'd like it better if our wet nurses actually had teats." Anguy murmured to her. She coughed a bit on the bite of bread in her mouth but covered in with her hand.

Aegon was in a heady conversation with Jon about some or another and she had run out of things to stare at in the room. Whatever the conversation it had led the Lord to leave abruptly and Anguy to tap her shoulder. When she turned she saw her freckled friend had found himself a bottle of old drink.

"There's five more under my bed. 'Parently the old whore who had it last was a lush."

And so like any bored adults with time on their hands, they drank. Aegon, Arya, Lem, Gendry and Anguy all sat by the stairs in a semicircle around six bottles of old drinks, covered in too much dust to make out the year of names. Not having glasses or anything remotely similar, each grabbed a bottle.

Arya took a sip from her grimy bottle and instantly wished she hadn't. it was a cheap drink she could tell and it bit down her throat like a bile. None of the men seemed bothered by it. She watched them all. Anguy swaying and telling some leud sort of joke to Aegon who was holding down a smile. Lem seemed the same if not a bit flushed and Gendry just held the bottle and looked up to meet her eyes. She took another gulp of drink.

Soon most of them were swaying, and red faced. Arya felt her eyes and ears blur as if she were underwater. She could speak but it was like swallowing water. She tried standing to prove a point but lost her balance and tumbled into the bull. And then the laughing began, she was so silly how could she think she could walk underwater? Lem or Anguy said something but she couldn't understand. So she said something she couldn't understand back. What ever she said made the bull mad and he hoisted her over his shoulder. She was faster than she remembered and she giggled and teased him to show no hard feelings.

They were in their bedroom and there was less water. Gendry put her on the bed and just stood there, looking at her. He said something but she couldn't understand. So she slept.

By morning she felt like she was going to die. Her head felt heavy and she couldn't find the strength to lift her head off the pillow. She groaned and pulled the covers over her head to pretend it wasn't day. She would hide into the blankets all day if she had to and will herself better. She was a wolf ,it was their way. She didn't even bother to move when she heard someone enter the room. Maybe she could pretend they didn't see her. At least until they laughed.

"Arya, I brought you some food." Why was he so loud? She groaned and hated herself for groaning so loudly. Maybe he would leave her to die by herself. She heard the shuffling and then her was beside her, under the covers looking into her bloodshot eyes. She went to roll over, not wanting him to see her looking so silly but his hand was on her cheek.

"No." He whispered. His eyes on her, making that spot in his stomach jump and come to life like a caged animal. Or it was the bile. She scrambled out of the bed and stumbled to the window. Gendry was laughing, she would have barked at him is she was not otherwise occupied. A hand was on her back patting softly and another held her hair.

"I don't think little ladies are supposed to drink." He teased.

"I am no-" Stupid drink. He gave her his hand and led her back to the bed and under the covers. She didn't want to look at him after running to window but she did. He was just smiling at her, neither of them saying anything. It felt like something settled between them.

When she heard laughter from downstairs, she remembered that they were not alone, not entirely. Arya sighed and then pulled the blanket from over her head. The rain had began again, blotting out the sun. And for once she was thankful. Gendry got up as soon as she did and took her hand in his. It was more calloused then Aegon's and stronger too but it felt more right in her hand.

"Well if it not the Night Wolf!" Lem greeted and Anguy play howled at her and breaking into a laugh. Looking to Gendry for help , he joined in the laughter too before giving her a look of sympathy.

"What happened?" Arya asked no one in particular.

"It seems like the lil' wolf can't hold her drink." Lem laughed. Apparently she had been last nights entertainment.

" y'offered to teach us a knife game, thank god there were none around-" Aegon began and Anguy added;

"Told me that you'd be a target I could never hit. And our poor lad Gendry-"

"Nothing!" He interrupted casting her a weird look. He was hiding something from her. Something embarrassing on her part. She had to know. It was something awful.

"Tell me what I said Gendry!" she sounded desperate even to her ears but Gendry's face turned red to his hairline. And he mumbled out something he didn't want her to hear but she did.

"You kept saying ding-dong…like a bell."

She could feel everyone looking at her as she could feel the look of horror taking her face. Only her and Gendry really understood what she was saying- she let something slip. He smiled at her awkwardly and she wasn't sure if he felt embarrassed for her or himself. They didn't have time for self-pity when Jon Connington enter the small house with a grimace etched on his face.

DUNDUNDUN! For sure Arya is a lightweight no doubt in my head that scene with her being drunk was made to sound drunk...well hopefully :) Show me some love and review. Honestly my happy dance when you review is short. first we dance ...then we write ;P