It really was a beautiful crown. Gendry almost forgot his growing guilt about stealing it when he looked that the shining bronze and silver (but no gold, as that was only for royals), carefully crafted into a circlet of vines and flowers. He turned the crown over in his hands, the smooth metal cool against his calloused fingers. One day he'd like to attempt to make such a piece, if he could find a forge at his destination.
He and the Stabbington twins had escaped Winterfell before an alarm could be sounded– mainly because the twins had killed the two guards. Gendry shut his eyes tightly, wishing he could forget the heavy thump their bodies made on the stone floor. The twins had grinned maliciously as they wiped the blood from their knives onto the dead men's pants while he snatched the crown from its pedestal and urged them all to leave.
The Stabbington brothers were hopefully still somewhere in the woods surrounding Winterfell. Gendry had slipped some milk of the poppy into their celebratory ale, and once the two thugs had passed out, he had fled their campsite, following the river towards the east. If he could get to the coast, he was sure he could find a ship leaving Westeros. The further away from the brothers he could get, the better for his life span.
A large port city with tall, white cliffs had been at the end of the river. He had enough coin saved from his smithy work in King's Landing that he was able to buy passage on the first ship leaving Westeros. He had heard the name Braavos on the lips of tan merchants in King's Landing, but he didn't really know where it was– he'd find out soon enough. The ship he was on was headed there.
For a man who had never left his hometown before a few weeks ago, this was quite the adventure. Gendry was sure he'd have enjoyed it more if he hadn't been fleeing for his life.
He wrapped the crown back up in his few extra garments and stuffed them all back into his bag, before tucking it behind several crates. He couldn't keep it on himself while doing chores on deck like he did with his coin purse, so this was the closest thing to a safe space he could find. The spot had worked for the past few days, and he was sure it would continue to suffice for the short time left before they docked.
With a heavy sigh, Gendry made his way back up the steps towards the main deck of the ship. At least working would take his mind off his worries for a short while longer.