He hated the sea.
He hated the scent of salt in the air, the way his skin dried under the sun and that way his stomach growled with every rocking of the ship.
It was sunrise but Gendry had hardly slept. He couldn't sleep inside his fancy cabin because every time his eyes closed with sleep he'd wake up with a jolt thinking he was again lost at sea, alone in his little boat. Outside it wasn't much of a difference since his heart started beating faster as he saw himself again surrounded with water with no dry land in sight.
For her; he thought. I must do it for her. He mussed looking at the huge black sail with the three headed dragon. Stupid bullheaded boy indeed.
When Davos had uttered the words 'King of the North' and 'Lady of Winterfell' he only thought of his lady, not the redhead he'd never knew that was Joffrey's betrothed. His heart, mind and soul wanted it to be Arya only to remind himself that no one had seen Arya Stark since Ned Stark was the Hand of the King.
This piece of information was still only his of course. He'd done nothing but listen since he met Tyrion Lannister at the dock and sailed away in a Targaryen ship after killing two royal guards.
The Imp was telling Davos how he thought the meeting with his brother went well and that he was nervous at the chance of seeing Lady Sansa again.
Its amazing how one glimpse of hope could tear you further down. He'd said yes to a suicide mission to honor the memory of a dead girl, because Arya Stark was dead. But still after many years it seems he failed to make peace with it.
He remembers when he finally reached dry land, it was the port of Rosby and went straight to the first lodge that offered food and a bed; it was a whorehouse. He ate for half a day and slept for two,all alone in a decrepit room on the second floor. On the third day he went down again and actually made conversation only to find everyone was dead. The king was dead. Which king? All the Kings! One whore had laughed but Gendry could only cry. One of the dead kings was from the North, his name was Rob and he was Arya's brother. He was killed alongside the entire Northern Host by the Frey's in what was now called the Red Wedding. The Brotherhood had intended to take Arya there, if they did no one said anything about a dead princess. Why bother? No one had survived. No one.
He whore and drank himself away for a few days until he snapped. A troubadour sang The Reins of Castamere replacing the protagonists with wolves and Gendry hit the man straight in the face, over and over until he couldn't feel his hand and the singer's heart stopped beating. He grabbed what little he had and stayed in King's Landing ever since.
"Do mountains move Ser Davos?"- he asked as the old man stood beside him on deck.
"That's not a mountain Lad. That's a castle with a dragon on top of it."- Davos replied.
Dragons, dead men and resurrected kings. He was way over his head but he was going to go through with whatever was tasked at him. He declined Arya's offer of working under the command of his brother Rob. Now she was dead but her other brother wasn't, her favorite one, and Gendry was going to serve him with all his strength.
Dragonstone was as eerie and gloomy as he left it but there were no burnt crosses at shore nor flaming stags and fiery hearts. Stannis is dead and the red priestess is banished; he repeated over and over in his head.
Davos stopped to talk with some soldiers as Gendry decided to walk further over shore. Huge men with dark skin and foreign armor dominated the beach, all busy helping the northern soldiers who seem to be in charge of today's work. Crates filled with dragon glass passed next to him and he decided to go to the source itself. The underground caves were massive and Gendry imagined himself spending hours and days here if Stannis had actually cared for him.
He stopped walking. That had to be Jon Snow.
He didn't need to glance at the two snarling wolves that adorned his breastplate. It was his face, dark eyes, dark hair and sullen attitude that could very much make them twins. I don't look like them, I look like Jon and father. Like true Starks; she used to say, and having now seen the last of the "true Stark's" made Gendry wonder what would Arya look like if she had lived this far...
He ignored Davos calling him and went straight over to Jon Snow
"Hello, my name is Gendry. Gendry Waters. I'm the bastard son of Robert Baratheon and I knew your father"
"You should have kept that for yourself"- Davos spat.
They left two days later to Eastwatch by the Sea
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