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The planning meeting felt like it had gone on for days instead of hours.
All Gendry wanted to do was get back to the forge and work on those dragonglass weapons that were going to be so important in the war ahead.
He was still trying to get the consistency of it right so that they wouldn't shatter on contact, but for the last few days he'd lost all focus.
He was brought back to the present by a question.
"Lord Baratheon, how are things going in regards to the weapons?"
"Not good, My Lord," he replied honestly. "We've had an idea of mixing the dragonglass with steel to make them less prone to shattering, but we are still struggling to find the correct consistency. In all honesty, I would really be of more use if I was in the forge rather than here, so if you'll allow, Your Grace, I'd like to get back as soon as possible."
"Of course. You'll let me know as soon as you have some positive results?" Daenerys replied.
"Yes, My Queen."
He left the war room and began making his way down to the forge.
"Lord Gendry," a voice behind him said.
Gendry turned. "Lord Tyrion. Is there something I can help you with?"
"There is something I need to discuss with you, but it's not something that should be spoken of in corridors. Please, follow me."
Tyrion set off and Gendry realised he had no choice but to follow. They soon arrived at what turned out to be Tyrion's private rooms. Gendry had never been here before.
"Please, Lord Gendry, sit down."
Gendry sat, "What can I do for you, My Lord?"
Tyrion looked a bit uncomfortable, but spoke anyway. "I need to ask you a question of a very personal nature. Please, do not take offense, but I really do need to know."
"Well, what is it?"
"Are you, or have you ever shared The Queen's bed?"
Gendry was surprised by the question, however he didn't let it show. In the three years since being made a Lord, he'd learned how to play the game. He knew how to hide his feelings and how to speak to more 'Lordly' Lords.
"My Lord Tyrion, I don't really see how this is any of your business. But, I will answer. I am not, nor have I ever shared The Queen's bed."
Tyrion sighed and visibly relaxed.
"However," Gendry continued, "I cannot deny that The Queen shares mine."
"The Queen comes to you?" Tyrion asked sounding rather flustered.
"I think, My Lord, that this is something you should discuss with her. It is not my place to talk about The Queen like this."
"It is not your place," Tyrion said, "to be fucking our Queen!"
"Why? Because I'm a bastard? For your information, Lord Tyrion, I am not, have not, nor will I ever be fucking The Queen!" Gendry said angrily, getting up from his chair. "If you'll excuse me, My Lord, I have places to be. If you have any more questions about our Queen's private business, might I suggest that you to take them to her!"
Gendry stormed from the room, slamming the door behind him.
Bang!
Stupid fucking imp!
Bang!
How dare he?
Bang!
Telling me I have no place!
Gendry was infuriated. What right did Tyrion 'fucking' Lannister have? If he'd been less arrogant Gendry might have told him the entire truth. Yes, The Queen might come to his bed. And yes, he might pleasure her with his mouth and hands. But he'd never had sex with her!
He'd only ever lain with three girls. Two in King's Landing before he'd been sold to the Night's Watch and one in Braavos.
The girl in Braavos had reminded him of Arya. So much so that he'd called her name as he'd shot his seed inside her, and had later sworn to himself that he would never lay with a woman he didn't love.
He was not his father. He would not satisfy his urges with anything in a skirt! He'd rather use his own hand and picture a girl with dark hair, grey eyes and more comfortable in a pair of breeches with a sword at her side.
