JON POV:
Winterfell:
It was that strange time where the Castle was quiet as if everyone was saving their energy for the festivities ahead. Easily more than 300 of his uncle's most 'intimate' friends gathered around for Sansa's portion of the girls nameday; a grand lavish feast with fine clothes, exquisite food and enough ass kissing that would last for decades. A knock on the door interrupted Jon's thoughts.
"I'm sorry M'lord, I didn't know you were still in your room, forgive me"-
"It's ok Lydia you don't disturb me at all"
"Of course M'lord"- The girl mumbled never meeting his eyes and maintaining her distance. "Here's the sheets you wanted laundered fresh and clean M'lord"-
"I didn't mean it right away Lydia , you must have spent a fair part of the night washing it all"
"It's my job M'lord, it's ok"- She shrugged, again not looking at him in the eye.
Jon sighed; his fault really. Other than Catelyn and Sansa's handpicked maids no one really had designated maids nor squires. Not even Eddard himself always the self sufficient man, Asha saw no need for them, not even wet nurses for little Rickard often letting foot soldiers manhandle him, God knows maids ran from Arya and Robb pretty much got along with anybody. Shireen had brought two of her own from Dragonstone while Bran and Rickon had no need for servants. Jon thought the same but ever since she was born Lydia was in charge of his necessities within the castle. Lydia was the smith's Mikken's little girl, barely pass her tenth nameday and just like Arya had once; she clinged on to Jon ever since she set her eyes on him. She took care of cleaning his chambers, sorting out his clothes, she served his food, everything minus tending to Ghost. She was scared to death of the direwolf and recoiled from him in fear just like she was doing right now from Jon.
He was fearful for his temper... not only was it getting harder and harder to reign himself in but he actually couldn't control himself in that state sometimes forgetting what he did. Yesterday he'd manage to scare half of Winterfell's staff and that was just child's play, his reputation had gained it's fair share of fear on the Wall after dealing with his assassin. Let's just say that a severed head was the most presentable part.
"Come here little one" He said urging her to walk to where he was standing but the girl made no move so he walked over to her instead, kneeling in front of her.
"From the bottom of my heart I have to say that I am irrefutably ashamed to whatever offense I have bestowed upon My Lady. I doesn't excuse anything but I had quite a foul day and I also had a long and tired journey from the Wall"
"You were mean"- It wasn't a question but a direct statement. Jon was ashamed that he really didn't remember who was on the other side of his tongue lashing the moment he stepped inside of his room and smelled his scent inside, on his bed, on his sheets. Prince Gendry. Even with the sudden cold winds blowing Jon still let the windows open to let his stench out of the room. Stags only smell good after being cooked in the fire.
"Yes I was Lydia and that is why I'm apologizing and giving you free will to punish me as you see fit" His words made her smile but she was still weary.
"Why were you having a bad day? Where you mad Lady Arya has been spending so much time with the Prince?"- She asked. Ahhh children's curiosity... Jon thought. He felt bad but what harm would come from a little questioning?
"Really? Well I was away very far from here all this time. Tell me Lydia, has Lady Arya really been spending that much time with the Prince?"
"Oh lots of it!"- She said finally getting comfortable on the nearest chair. "Mommy says that Lady Arya is going to marry him and become Queen but I told her that she was stupid and that was never going to happen!"-
"And why are you so sure if I may ask?"
"Because you are going to marry Lady Arya and live in this castle and have lots and lots of babies!" She said as a matter of fact.
"Does Lady Arya know that? I don't quite remember her being overly fond of babies" Jon said in a conspiring tone twitching her nose and making Lydia laugh.
"No! But you love her! And she'll be your princess! You've always loved her, she's your lady isn't she?"- Lydia asked Jon with her big brown eyes waiting for his answer. Silenced by a ten year old, Jon stood like a rock. "You also look funny"-
"I couldn't agree more Lydia"- Arya said standing by the door leaving Jon speechless. She was wearing a very feminine but simple gown with her hair pinned up making you focus on her striking beauty.
"Lady Arya you look beautiful!"- Lydia exclaimed walking towards Arya and gushing over her dress.
"Now - now Lydia, what have I told you about our pleasantries?"-
"It's Arya, just Arya"- The girl said rolling her eyes and throwing millions of questions at her. Jon just stood back watching Arya trying to calm the giddy child.
Did he love Arya?... How to approach the unknown? The wild card? How to approach what you wanted if you didn't know what it was?
"Don't look at me like that!" Jon muttered to Ghost whose silence was even more deafening than it had ever been. "I'll sort things out! I always do..." he said as he patted down its head.
For Jon there was a certain sense of entitlement with Arya ever since she was a baby, before that even! Curiously enough Jon didn't remember Catelyn's pregnancy with Sansa but he could recall everything from the time she was carrying Arya, every craving, every kick, every morning sickness he was there in awe and wonder of the human life brought to earth. Arya was wild even in the womb so it was Jon's voice that seemed to soothe her so Cat didn't mind having him near. On the seventh month of pregnancy Eddard and his men left the castle to venture into the woods, wolves were dangerously close to Winterfell than they had in years so he went out on a hunt taking little Jon and Robb with him as well. Halfway they were met with strong winds and an eerie thunderstorm followed by heavy rain, it wasn't unusual especially after such a long summer but Jon felt odd, as if he needed to go back but ignored the feeling altogether, it never went away so after a few hours he requested that he should be permitted to go back home. Only being a boy of 8 years it was viewed as if he was afraid of the weather and also nightfall had descended upon them but Jon didn't care, citing that he knew his way back and that Sandor's services were better fitted to help on the hunt so Jon returned alone to Winterfell Castle immediately searching for Catelyn. She wasn't in the nursery where Baby Sansa was asleep so after asking around he was told that she was praying in her personal sept where she worshiped the New Gods and the Faith of the Seven. She was never interrupted in her prayers but by then Jon was so restless that he barged in only to find the place empty. He searched the whole castle ultimately feeling like a fool because he knew that contrary to her constant nagging towards Robb and him to not go there he knew that Catelyn would be on the old castle towers, she always went there when Eddard went away to see him go and wish him safe passage to wherever he went. He went up very slowly since the structure was badly damaged and unused. After jumping a step or two do to the lack of tones he finally made it up to find his Aunt in labor pains. It wasn't possible, the baby wasn't do to another two more months but there she was, alone, having trouble breathing and incapable of walking down the long stairwell. Jon immediately went to fetch the Maester but Cat told him there was no time, that the baby was coming and quite frankly she was scared so dutifully he stayed the whole ordeal. Alone with his Aunt, giving her what little strength he had, hearing what little he could hear of her screams because of the thundering rain but always certain that the baby would be fine which it did; she did. A little thing that you could fit in your palm, white as the moon but silent which was rare for a baby. Fearing for her newborn Catelyn ordered Jon to take the baby back to the castle so that the Maester could check up on her so Jon did as told, after very carefully descending the stairs and shielding her the best he could from the rain and cold he finally made it back down just in time the hunting party returned. Eddard was speechless as no one expected the baby so soon when suddenly a cub escaped someones arms and came running to where Jon stood, Ned alarmed tried to shoo the animal away from the baby but Jon stopped him when the newborn opened her eyes; grey like the thundering skies above them, focusing on him and reacting to the wolf's whines... Nymeria and Jon never left the baby's side ever since. Arya. Ever since he loved every single thing about her; her laugh, her giddiness, her curiosity and her willfulness. In Jon's eyes Arya was perfect but at twenty five years of age it was more than normal that he'd consider taking a wife and starting his own family, an issue very big at least in his Uncle's mind because of the political issues but for Jon it was simple, he just wanted an equal, someone with grace and dignity who could help him rise up his family name again so; having Arya always by his side wasn't she the logical candidate? When did he cross the line of family to affection? And if so, did she feel the same? Jon did not know where his heart was but what he did know was that he would first die the most gruesome death before he'd let Prince Gendry take Arya from him. Even if he didn't love Arya he'd be dammed if a Baratheon did as he pleased again! And in that moment; brash decision or not, Jon Targaryen made up his mind.
"What?"- Arya asked as he just stood there looking at her.
"What what?" he chuckled.
"You're looking at me"-
"How could I not? It is as if you grow more beautiful by the minute and I don't want to miss any second of it" His comment made Arya roll her eyes but she couldn't hide the blush that crept up her neck to her face, she'd been doing a fair share of that lately. How far had things progressed with the honorable Crown Prince?!
"She does doesn't she? Just like a proper princess!"- Exclaimed Lydia shaking Jon out of his mental ramblings.
"Lydia I think you've taken good care of me enough for the today. I'm sure your mother needs you back at the kitchens"
"No she doesn't, she said she'd be busy cooking for the feast so I could be on me own all day"- the little one replied not realizing or not caring for her dismissal.
"Really? Then you must enjoy every bit of that time! Cold Breeze is all alone at the stables desperate for a good stroll around the woods, do you know someone who'd be willing to take her out?"- Arya asked her finally getting the girl out of the room so fast that an awkward silence fell upon the once easygoing cousins. Jon drew a loud sigh as he sat on the bed.
"This is not how I envisioned coming back to you"
"I guess it's safe to say nothing about my nameday has been expected has it?"- Arya said slowly walking towards the bed.
"I don't know... the greatest knights of the North fighting in one Tourney all for you doesn't seem that unexpected. People adore you, they'd march for you to war and you know it"
"I was talking more about the fact that you threw a severed head at the King and don't even get me started on poor Ramsay"- This time it was Jon's turn to roll his eyes as he plopped down his bed with his eyes closed.
"You haven't even greeted me properly..."
"I haven't? I..."- Arya's quick temper was starting to rise. "You ignore me for the past month and come back suddenly demanding what? My full attention after you practically manhandled me in front of everyone?"-
"I was just caught up in the spirit of the melee"
"You were out of line Jon and you know it"- He let silence stretch between for a few seconds before he held his hand out to her.
"What?"- His eyes were closed but Jon could feel Arya standing next to him pouting up a storm.
"I refuse to carry on with this conversation without having a proper welcome back"
"Oh don't be stupid Jon, get up!"- Arya said annoyed but Jon made no move to get up from his bed.
"Fine!"- She muttered finally grabbing his hand to what she thought was a handshake but yelped in surprised as Jon yanked her hand back towards him making her fall on the bed where he started to tickle her all over making her laugh and squirm under his touch. After a few more minutes of laughter and punches from Arya; Jon had managed to secure her under his body sprawled across the mattress.
"I've missed your smile little wolf" He said gently stroking her cheek. Arya said nothing for a couple of minutes looking straight into his eyes. Her gaze had always been heavy so he was the first to break eye contact.
"You've changed..."- She said referring to his physical changes while playing with a grayish curl that fell to Jon's forehead. "I don't think I like it!"-
"Is that so? Of all the people I'd thought you'd be the one who'd appreciate it having the skill to change in whoever you like"
"But I always change back into my true self"-
'"Yes it seems I cannot undo what is done to my body but the principle still stands doesn't it? I've seen you change your face thousands of times yet you're still you! You don't become a courtesan for Pentos nor a serving girl from Slavers Bay, underneath it all lays Arya Stark. Now it seems that I'm the one that has changed but am I not the same person? Does the color of my hair dictate my loyalties? Do my eyes do that?"
"No..."- Arya whispered with sadness, looking away. "But you don't look like me anymore, like one of us"-
"Hey..." Jon said with a reassuring tone grasping her shin making her look straight at him. "I AM one of you! But we are all two sides of a coin. You're half Tully yourself but no one complains about it"
"Of course not"- Arya said scoffing "That's because I'm all Stark, even mother says it"-
"You know that's not true. Tully blood runs through your veins as much as Stark. Rob is nothing but Tully with his looks; should he step down as future lord of Winterfell because of his red hair?"
"Of course not..."- She muttered looking annoyed making Jon chuckle.
"Exactly. I look more like... like my father; like my father's forefathers. It's in my blood, ancient from Valyria so what does that mean? Nature versus nurture Little Wolf. My mother, your aunt is said to be one of the wildest Starks there ever was so where does that leave me? Will you shun me away because I don't look Stark as much as you don't look Tully? I'm still the same on the inside..."
"I know that silly! The looks I supposed I can get used to but the attitude? How you behaved yourself? For God's sake Jon, let me go! I can't scold you laying in your bed"- She said squirming underneath him but Jon had other plans.
"Scold me all you want, I deserved it! But you are not leaving my grasp. I've missed having you in my bed, I've missed your smell on my pillows" Arya a was good, a veeeeery good liar. She could flat out stand in front of you and not only swear but made you believe that the world was round only because it was a huge marble moved by a giant for his amusement. She didn't even flinch but Jon knew she got the slight dig that he was aware that the Prince was inside of his bedchambers. She stopped fidgeting and waited for him to talk but he didn't. He lowered his head at the crook of her neck nuzzling it, taking in her scent.
"I've missed you" He did not like the way she froze to his touch
"I've missed you as well Jon, like crazy!"-
"Going away from you feels strange, as if we're meant to explore the world together rather than apart. Don't you think so?" He kept nuzzling her neck long enough until he finally felt her body relax to him and heard her sigh.
"I know there must be a lot on your head for you no to pester me for your birthday present"
"Really? I thought the cut of head was my present"- Arya muttered making him tickle her again.
"I think that was a quick for everyone really but no, this one is all for you" Jon said standing up and giving her a quick kiss on her little nose. I was a gesture done millions of times but Jon caught the crossed expression on Arya's face as he did it. "Stand up and close your eyes"
"Ah; here it is..."
In one of many trips beyond the Wall a group of men had come across with a good amount of dragonglass immediately using it to any amount of weapons they could come up with but Jon grabbed his share only to give it to Arya as a present for her nameday, a strange and foreign stone sharp like glass but strong like steel. What better comparison towards Arya?
"I called beforehand and had Mikken work all of the detailing, I hope you like it..." He said while directing her toward the mirror and putting the necklace on her ever so delicately while stroking her neck. She had such soft skin...
"Wings!"- She said in a soft breathless tone once she opened her eyes and looked at her gift.
"Dragon wings my Wolf. Made of pure dragonglass and black like Balerion himself"
"Jon... it's beautiful!"- She said in awe.
"Aye... It is" Jon couldn't agree more as he looked at their reflection in the mirror, content that Arya was looking right back at him as he slid his hand down her neck towards her arm making tiny little goosebumps appear on her skin.
"What are you doing?"- She asked as Jon continued with his ministrations with one hand while the other snaked around her waist bringing her closer to him when out of pure instinct he kissed her ever so tenderly in the back of her ear.
"I'm kissing you... haven't I always kissed you my dearest cousin?" He stressed on the word cousin but continued with his little touches. This time playing with her collarbone.
"Of course you have cousin"- Arya threw the words at him right back with defiance in her eyes. What kind of game were they playing? He had been her first kiss he remembered, wanting to know what was the big deal Sansa and the other girls always talked about. A quick peck on the lips, followed by millions and millions of others on her hands and cheeks throughout the years as any brother would dote on their little sister. But as he lowered his face and more bit then kissed her neck, quickly grassing her with his tongue making her shudder; what kiss could that be? Would she open up to him like she did to the Baratheon Prince? Arya moaned softly...
"We need to talk"- She said getting out of his arms and putting some distance between them. Her face was flushed and her chest was heaving.
"I know... We need to address the matter of the Prince." To this Arya froze. He was tempted to push the conversation into a more intimate nature but he had a plan and needed to focus... for now. "Arya... do you know what happened in the Wall? Whose head was that I threw at the King?"
"No! After the Tourney you all left with father while the King barricaded himself in his room. Gendry was also in the dark since he was with me tending to Ramsay and his wounds"-
"I'm going to tell you something and I need you to listen and be calm. It has all been taken care of but we need you to make a decision Arya. Hopefully the right one..."
"Who's we and what decision are you talking about?"- By know Arya was weary so he needed to start talking.
"Arya someone tried to kill me, take my life under King Robert's orders..."- It wasn't shock but pure anger that flashed in front of Arya beautiful but dangerous eyes, no doubt already thinking about retaliation but Jon's next words where the ones that rooted her speechless where she stood.
"And the Prince knew..."
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ARYA POV:
Winterfell:
"Could have, would have, should have's are for fools Ramsay Bolton... I am a fool" Arya whispered as she ran her hands over the hair of a sleepless Ramsay.
Arya sat there alone in the Maesters chambers lamenting herself about the terrible mess she was in. She certainly got her wish of having Jon back again, making the old saying 'be careful what you wish for' true. Baratheons and Targaryens had one of the biggest rivalries in all the kingdom but to see it out front, from two people who had never met each other? And all because of her?! Seven hells she hadn't even agreed to marry Gendry! And what about Jon? Where did this possessiveness and entitlement came from? And don't get her started on Ramsay; the poor thing was collateral damage. She at least knew he was going to be alright away from this whole mess. They all were really, with just one word from her. One word and all would be forgotten... She wondered what went trough her Aunt Lyanna's mind those infamous days when the country was almost to the ground.
"Well you're a sight for sore eyes"- Robb said standing by the door.
"I'm sorry was I not allowed to go outside yet My Lord?"
"It's not like you're my prisoner Little Wolf! Grey Wind left early in the morning and if I recall Mother did not have any complain of you escaping from your handmaidens so it is you who decided to stay inside today... A lot on your mind?"- He said joining her, sitting by her side. "Are you wearing pink?"- Robb asked staring at her gown.
"Why is your face all bruised?" She asked back. Her brother was thoroughly beaten up, black eye and all.
"Hey, I asked first"- He chuckled playing with her long skirts.
"I don't know..." She mumbled "I felt like I needed to play nice today; don't know why because I haven't done anything wrong but I don't know... I woke up with this feeling, an edge as if something was going to happen today. At least if I'm right Mother will deem me pretty and ladylike. Hell! I've even let them spray me with that awful fruit scented thing Sansa loves so much"
"Well Gob forbid Arya Stark dares to smell good"-
"Fuck off!"- She said hitting Robb on the shoulder only making him laugh more "So? Spill! Did Asha go too far on your marriage bed?"
"No!" Robb said emphatically with a sly grin on his face that said not this time. "You know us boys and our archaic ways. This is nothing"- He said gesturing to the cut on his forehead "Just a candid conversation between two grown men about certain sister, accompanied with a bit of ale and a punch here and there. Look, that rhymed!"-
"You did what?!" She shrieked standing up to what Robb only rolled his eyes.
"I was taking care of the prince all night considering our dear cousin wanted him dead. So naturally I asked him about you"-
"So you got into a fistfight with Gendry?" God her head hurt! Men were without a doubt the most stupid creature she had ever seen.
"I finally had a word or two with the Prince. Don't fret Arya, all is well. I mean it! He's a good man Gendry, I only want what's best for you, nothing more"- Robb said taking her hand in his.
"You used to smile more..."- He said with his blue eyes searching for the reason for her despair.
"I had more reasons to smile before..." She replied with a sudden pressing to her chest.
"You are saw out to be the future Queen of Westeros, the Prince is out to give you a crown... I know that isn't something that you were looking for but you at least favor Gendry; I know that now."
"I talked to Jon..." Was the only thing she could say back. They tried to kill him! Those ungrateful bastards tried to kill Jon, under their own domain! After they gave them warm beds and a roof, the first thought that went trough her mind was blood for blood, let them see who they really are messing with, that the northerners really were as blunt and cold as they said. The second thought was that of betrayal and sadness; Gendry. He was in all of this since the beginning. It was his own brother who warned Jon of the plans after Gendry outright told King Robert that Jon was a warg, he told him. He told the King their secret even after he swore he wouldn't under the weirwood tree. It figures... southerners don't care for the Old Gods but we do, I do and Winter is Coming.
"So?..."- Robb said gripping her hand and urging her to talk.
"No war will come between the houses brother. I am not my Aunt... I finish what I start"
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GENDRY POV:
Winterfell:
"I think it was just yesterday when you disappeared into Flea Bottom and refused to leave because you wanted to be a blacksmith"-
"And it was just yesterday that you told me you were betrothed to a wild man from the North and now we are here; You with child..."
"... And you my dear cousin about to finally claim your future Queen!"-
Shireen's words were meant to soothe him but did nothing, nothing could ease the edge he felt ever since he woke up. He needed Arya by his side, to feel her presence and make sure that they were together. Not their family names, not their sigils. Just them; Arya and Gendry.
"Gendry... are you prepared if things don't go as you want them to?"- Shireen said with concern in her voice that was making Gendry twitch.
"She loves me Shireen, that's enough for me"
"Sometimes Kings don't get the luxury of love"-
"Then I'll give up my crown!"
"No you wont..."- Shireen said taking her little hands and cradling his face with tenderness making him fell even worse. He sat up from his seat and stood by the door.
"She loves me Shireen, she loves me..." Gendry said more to himself than to anyone else.
They were huddled inside a small room just to the side of the main hall were currently the grand feast was being held. Sansa Stark twirled and danced the night away completely oblivious that every single man around her was armed, that Theon had not left her side not because she was his fiancee but because he was guarding her from any fight should it start. His sister Asha fooled no one with her chain mails under her dress while Shireen's own husband Rickon seemed more eager to fight than on the melee. His own father the King refused to sit in the high table along with his uncle Jaime while it seemed that the only ones willing to brake a treaty between both families were Lady Catelyn and his mother the Queen, both sitting together whispering to each other and eyes roaming around the room. The only one who seemed to enjoy yhe festivities was the Targaryen Boy, a man really; Jon. Walking from table to table greeting everyone after such a long trip and toasting to the girls on their nameday. He certainly didn't fool Gendry, he was armed as well and never strayed far from the main doors. He's waiting for her.
"And what does Robb think of your intentions of marrying his sister?"- Shireen asked trying to distract him. They were to meet to discuss whatever the hell happened on the Tourney. A head? A human head was thrown at his father? What the hell happened? At first he was occupied with Arya aiding Ramsay and then he was too busy getting drunk and fist fighting Robb to even care. Funny he had to literally punch him in the face to make him see he loved Arya.
"By now I think he's more worried for me than for his sister" Gendry replied watching how Jon was now laughing and drinking with his own brother Joffrey as if nothing.
"Yes... she's a handful. I'm not going to lie"- Shireen said chuckling again taking her hands in his. "You're a fine man Gendry Baratheon; with a big heart. Whatever happens; don't lose that"-
"What do you mean by that?" What Shireen knew he would never find out, at least not now. The main doors opened and in came Arya escorted by Robb himself. There was something odd, Arya wasn't exactly bubble but she walked with a solemnity Gendry had never seen. Her eyes were cold and her jaws set strait. Gendry's heart began to beat faster.
"Go back to your husband Sweet child, we need the room"- Robert's voice startled Gendry as Shireen quickly left the room. In came Robert with his Uncle Jaime who stood behind his father as he sat on the table, the only furniture inside with four chairs.
"Your grace..."- Lord Eddard greeted him as he entered the room and sat opposite Robert. Two chairs left. Gendry was still standing in front of the door when he saw Arya being stopped by Jon who held her head with both hands while he whispered in her hear. Arya didn't seem to move unaffected and Gendry didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing.
"Take a seat Son"- His father ordered him as Arya walked away from Jon. Their eyes met trough the crowd as cold took a hold of him. Jon smirked and held up his cup to him in a toast.
There was only one chair left when Arya finally walked to the room but she didn't sit, neither did Robb. Both stood behind their father flanking him. Gendry's was beginning to go numb as silence stretched across the room.
"You tried to kill my nephew Robert"- Eddard said in a cool tone that fooled no one. Jaime grabbed the pummel of his sword.
"WHAT?!" Gendry burst out alarmed, clueless as to what happened. "I... Father... What is this that Lord Stark is saying?"
"Sit down Son"- Robert said equally calm, he noticed that he was sober. Gendry also noticed that it was the first time that Arya had looked at him and he didn't recognize her stare. "Yes, I did... so my old friend. Where do we stand?"- Robert asked back. Gendry began to panic, even more after he saw pity in Robb's eyes directed at him.
"You will leave Winterfell and never come back. You disrespected me, you disrespected my family and you disrespected my lands. You will not return to the North. If you do so; you will only make us declare our autonomy from the seven kingdoms and kill anything that dares breach our borders."- Eddard said not even flinching.
"And that's it? No retaliation from your part?"- Robert asked eyeing the three Starks before him. It was Robb who spoke.
"There is a snow storm coming. It supposed to last almost a week. Our castle is big enough for us to hold the storm together but after a weeks time there will be no excuse to find you here. My men will will draw their sword at anything Baratheon they see, this courtesy of course will be revoked if anything happens to my cousin. We shall bend the knee no more"- He said solemnly making Gendry officially panic.
"Father how could you?" He said standing up appalled at his fathers actions. Appalled and ashamed. "Arya I..."
"As to the matter of the union of the Houses."- Lord Star said "Arya?" No, no, no, no, please no... By now Gendry didn't know if he spoke the words out loud as Jaime finally moved from behind his father and held him back.
"Such a match was never sealed. It was a month of courtship and that month has ended. I have no desire to marry the Crown Prince"-
"YOU LIE!" Gendry roared this time struggling with Robb himself who help Jaime hold him back. Eddard stood in front of Arya but she walked passed him and stood in front of a frantic Gendry. She slapped him so hard and fast that all three men shock.
"Did you or did you not tell your father about Jon's gifts, about our gifts?"- She spat with such anger than Gendry felt like she was twisting a knife in his chest.
"I did, but I didn't mean it Arya I swear... I don't even remember it coming out of my mouth" Another slap.
"Did you not break your oath? The one you took in the Godswood?"-
"NO! I most certainly did not! I love you Arya! Please! It's nothing more than a misunderstanding, I beg you" there were no more slaps and no more knives twisting in his chest. At Arya's words Gendry was dead.
"I do not love you my Prince. There never was and there never will be a union between Starks and the Baratheons, take your leave and have some naive southerner as your Queen"-
"I don't want a Stark, I don't want a Queen... I just want you!" At his words Arya flinched but didn't stop walking out the door.
"I'm sorry Lad. Robert"- Eddard said acknowledging both and leaving as well.
"Get up Gendry, get up"- His uncle Jaime said in a soft tone. He didn't even realize he was on the floor legless, his face wet full of tears.
"You didn't learn the first time did you?"- Rob said, talking to Robert who was the only one still sitting in the table. "And now you made your boy go trough the same thing..."- Robb drew a sigh and left as well.
Gendry didn't know if it was just seconds time, hours or days but he was still crying when Robert knelt in front of him.
"I'm sorry Son, it's for the best"- Robert said finally helping him stand up, all three men speechless till Gendry remembered to talk.
"I am finally my father's son..." his voice was with hiccups from the sobs that didn't seem to subside.
"I've lost my wolf..."
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