ASHA'S POV:

Winterfell:

"You can't make me!"

"Asha I know I can't make you do anything!"

"You can't and you wont make me do anything!"

"We have to try and smooth things out the best we can, there's only three days left and if only we could..."-

"There is no we Rob, you set the rules; the rest only have to abide them, if they stray you draw your sword. I don't have to play house no more so that they think Winterfell's Lady is all prim and proper. What does it matter if we're good as well independent from the rest of the realm? Let them fear and let them now that Asha Greyjoy wears breaches and tunics!"

"Stark... Asha Stark!"- Rob muttered

"Of course Dear Husband, whatever lets you sleep at night." She sat padding Rob's head like a child.

For the past four days Winterfell had been Hell on Ice; literally! Outside one of the harshest snow storm banged the castle walls while on the inside more than one was protesting about stomach aches, the tension was so high that many were suffering from ulcers. The Northern and Southern courts were forced to bare with each other till the snow storm ended and everyone was miserable. Both armies wanted a fight, Eddard often had to ride to the garrisons just to make sure no one did something stupid to provoke the other side. Everyone tried to ignore the ghost that was supposed to be Arya walking around the castle with a dead expression and most importantly everybody ignored the fact that the Crown Prince had taken up residency up in the forge, only showing signs of life as he opened the door to let the servants in and drop barrels; BARRELS of ale, quickly dismissing them and locking himself up again.

Today's fight (since they've been having more than their fair share) was because Asha was tired of wearing dresses and pulled out her normal pants and shirts. Rob of course claimed that it wouldn't sit down well with the Queen but fuck it! She wasn't really their Queen was she? Since Robert wasn't really their King! He wasn't since the day his hit-man failed to kill Jon and he got caught, Stupid.

"If I see that you decide to take after your father's family and their love for dramatics; I swear I will sent you to live with your Grandfather back in Pyke" Little Rickard laughed at his mother's outburst.

"Asha!"- Rob protested as she handed him their son.

"Here; take him... make sure he learns how to dress properly today" Asha said rolling her eyes as she went to walk outside of their bedchambers when Robb's voice made her halt her steps.

"Asha... what is this?"- Robb hissed holding in his arms a letter. Asha remained silent knowing her husband temper all too well as much as her own.

"What does it look like Robb? It's just a letter"

"I bloody well know it's a letter Asha, a letter with the seal of the Hand of the King, a seal that is very much broken"- Robb fought the anger in his voice but his face betrayed him as he quickly read the letter. He went over to the door and gave little Rickard over to one of the Ironborn outside of the room never far from Asha, instructing him to take the babe straight to Lady Catelyn and remain by their side. He closed the door and sat on his desk reading the letter yet again while Asha sat patiently on their bed.

"This alone could be a motive for war, you spying on the Kings affairs..."- Robb said with his back to her with a voice low and dangerous. The famous Young Wolf peaking it's head.

"My castle... my affairs. He tried to kill Jon once, what's stopping him from doing it again?"

"You are confusing leadership with recklessness. I will not put my men trough war if I can avoid it"-

"You take what you want in war! Ask that to the poor sap in the forge drinking his sorrows away..."

"Do not test my authority my love. Never... not you."- Robb warned only turning his face halfway taking a glance at her where she sat.

A shiver ran trough Asha's body, excitement with drops of fear... This was the base of their marriage, she did not marry a weak man, she married a commander of legions, a leader, she married the alpha wolf. She loved pushing Robb's buttons as much as he did her's, it was a constant tug of war, a measure of power and they both loved it. Passion at it finest.

"We will escort them..."- He said, eyeing yet again the letter.

"Of course we will" She replied but Robb payed her no notice. The wolf smelled blood... She slowly laid back on the center of their bed.

"We'll escort them as far as we can, to the Neck or possibly The Twins if Old Man Frey is willing to play along... I'd sit them back myself on their precious little iron throne if I could but I won't move my men out of our lands. I don't think Renly will strike but I won't take my chances with the Tyrells."-

The letter written by Jon Arryn started simple. A heartfelt lament from the Hand that a match hadn't been set with both houses and how in fact another match had been made for the Prince; a young girl from House Westerling of the Westerlands. But the main topic was how Renly had finally decided to take a bride in the form no other than Margaery Tyrell and ever since the letter was issued they were riding North to request the King's blessing.

Renly was a Baratheon, a Baratheon couldn't simply enter a marriage without the approval of King Robert let alone Renly who's preference for men was a well know. No doubt the Tyrells saw the opportunity to get back in the game of thrones and took it to slide back into Robert's good graces. The letter did not say how many came with the caravan but no southerner was stupid to venture into the north without a good amount of men, the Tyrell's had them in spades so maybe their plan was to move their army to go into battle with the Starks in exchange for restoring Margaery as the future bride for the Prince...

"The men are ready, they were born ready. We'll move every single one of them only sparing those necessary to stay here and guard Mother and Sansa. Father; Arya and Jon are a done deal, possibly your brother but you'll stay here Asha"-

"I know..." This made Robb finally turn obviously waiting for a refusal. But little did he know that as always Asha was two steps ahead from him.

"You know... that is it? No sending me to hell for making you stay away from a possible battle?"- Robb eyed her wearily. Now completely turned towards her with his elbows on his knees.

"If Rickard were more of age I would leave but I'm not that heartless Robb. If you would fall my son would be the acting lord of Winterfell, he'd need guidance your Mother and sister can't provide. Let's not forget your father would ride as well" Robb still didn't trust her, he shouldn't! Asha already talked to her officers and moved part of her fleet... Robb let this one slide because he knew in the end that if something were to go wry that hell had no fury like Asha Greyjoy; now Stark.

...

Robb had left for a meeting with his father to plan their march up south. While Asha snickered on her way around the castle, let's just say that there was one particular perk of riling up her husband...

"Well you certainly are the last person I would expect to find in the stables"

"Your room is right besides mine"- Sansa said rolling her eyes. She stood alone at the stable gates, Lady her only companion standing regal beside her.

"Then you must thank the Drowned Gods that you'll have a castle all for you not to disturb anyone with your newlywed activities" She said making Sansa blush. "Dammit! I wanted to go riding today"

"The storm is expected to end in three days just like father said but it's intensity is quite odd..."- Sansa said wrapping herself tighter in her furs.

'Winter is coming'; Asha muttered as she stared outside towards the forest, everything your eyes landed was white. The snow covered it all while the winds made in impossible to see what little remained untouched by the snow. "Let's go inside then, no need for us to freeze to death, if we want a quick death I'm sure your sister can help us"

"She's out there..."-

"WHAT?!"

"Arya... she's out there. That's why I'm here, I'm waiting for her to come back"- Sansa said again with worry all over her face. "I slept with her last night... Well, I slept. She hasn't been sleeping for days. She woke up before dawn and said that she wanted to go riding. I told her I would come with but she changed her mind, that she wanted to go for a walk alone to clear her head. I don't think she even had her furs on"- By now Sansa started to cry. "I've never seen her like this before, I think we all underestimated her feelings towards the Prince and I don't know how to help her. She doesn't speak, she barely eats and now she's gone out all alone in this God forsaken weather!"-

"Nymeria is not with her?"

"No, unless she was already in the forest she has not left the castle. She's been sleeping with the Prince"-

Arya was a feral one, if she said she wanted some time alone you gave her time alone. She wasn't one of those fickle little girls that said something but wanted another. Eddard would not hesitate to go out himself to search for his precious Arya while Robb was even worse; he'd set the whole northern army out in the woods. "Where's Theon?" Asha asked.

"He's with Robb in the council meeting and don't even think about telling Jon, I don't know what happened between those two but Arya threaten to skin him alive the last time she saw him. I though of Rickon but it's best to leave him alone, he's with Shireen; she's been having horrible morning sickness"-

Well that narrows down the possibilities... The snow was too much, a horse would sink right down unless it was incredibly light like Arya's dornish sand steed or strong enough to shovel it's way trough like Prince Gendry's warhouse but Asha couldn't grab neither of them for surely someone would notice, assumed that one of it's owners ran away and all hell would break loose. In the end she decided to take Arya's horse. It was quick and tired almost never, if she had a chance of finding Arya and return without anyone noticing it would be on top of Cold Breeze.

"What if you take Lady?"- Chirped Sansa.

"Uhm I'm not sure she would help that much Sansa"

"Why not? She's from the same litter as the rest of them. I don't know why just because she's well trained you all think she's incapable of doing any king of damage"- Sansa huffed as Lady wiggled her tail. Her puffy, groomed tail... Maybe in another occasion.

"It's best you stay here Sansa and if someone comes and notices Arya's horse missing just tell them that she went for a ride."

...

Riding Cold Breeze had been the smartest thing to do, she was incredibly lithe in the snow and was the one guiding them since Asha didn't know where the hell to go, by now at least it had stopped snowing and the winds ceased to nearly knock her down the horse but on the downside it was getting late and soon the night would be upon them, that and the fact they where deep in inside the Wolfswood. Asha was feeling eyes upon her and she wasn't sure if they were wolf, human or something else... To make matters worse she had left her sword back inside the castle and was only riding with her blades.

It was that hour of the day were the clear skies started to blend in with the dark and when the wind seemed to carry a chorus of faraway whispers when Asha finally found her, she had ventured deeper inside the woods and found a clearing, small and picture like. In the middle of it stood Arya.

"Arya?..." Asha called but got no response.

Just as Sansa said; Arya wasn't wearing any furs and Asha didn't give a fuck about the famous mighty Starks and their whole 'we're the North, Winter is in our bones'; it was freezing! A few temperatures bellow normal easily.

"Arya, what are you doing? Lets go back to the castle!" Nothing...

She was wearing her tight leather pants and a old shirt than had seen better days; probably a hand me down from Bran or Rickon that hardly fitted her anymore. You could barely see the top of her ankle boots covered in snow and her hair was loose, wild and had an curtain like efect shielding her face that was help up high. Arya was warging; that's why she paid no mind to her! It was also stupid and reckless to do it by herself alone in the woods but then Asha noticed that Arya had Needle drawn firm on her hand, and with her practiced ease was starting to go into her waterdance stance. Fuck!

Worried about Arya and possibly suffering from a bit of brain freeze; Asha failed to realize that it was silent, too silent! The leaves weren't rustling and natures everyday sounds were dead as if waiting for something to arrive. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Relief wasn't exactly what came over Asha as a large group of wildlings stepped into the clearing completely surrounding Arya. Were breathing men better than the dead? Not really, especially when there were so many, heavily armed and with a hungry stare aimed at Arya who remained standing still. One of the men, small but still menacing seemed to be walking faster, 10 feet away from Arya so on instinct Asha acted. She threw one on her blades so fast that she doubted her accuracy but the sound of a man drowning in his own blood gargling in his throat told her otherwise. Unfortunately for Asha her cover was blown, fortunately for her? Arya finally snapped out of her warging state.

Ever since Little Rickard's birth Asha had been bitching that motherhood had softened her, that refusing her to even go patrolling; Rob had turned her into a compliant housewife. She wanted a fight? Well... now she had one.

Twelve, no... thirteen men where inside the clearing heavily armed with swords and knives running with no intentions of other than kill; maybe rape but definitely kill. The majority ran towards Arya with the notion she would be an easier target since she was smaller, a common mistake if you didn't know who Arya Stark was. While eight men threw themselves at her at the first second Arya had already killed two while the remaining five went at Asha.

She left them surround her, to give them a false sense of intimidation of her when in reality she was counting. 5 men, 5 blades; 1 in each arm, 1 in one boot and 2 in the other. She was fast but not fast enough to magically throw all her blades at the same time, she was outnumbered and she needed a sword. Curiously enough Asha though of Catelyn in that precise moment, normaly she'd carry around more blades but Catelyn said it was dangerous and downright crazy to be armed around an infant. She'd have a chat with her mother in law once she got back.

"The other one's a screamer but this one's a mute. I think we can make her talk to us"- One of the men laughed as Arya's snarl and men's scream could be heard from a distance.

"I guess I prefer to remain mute than waste my words not on savages but on stupid savages" Asha replied not in the least intimidated.

"Oh hear that accent boys? We got ourselves a pretty highborn"- Another man sneered and was about to pounce when...

"She's not a highborn; she's a Stark!"- Arya slashed the man's throat while Asha did the same with her blades to the two that were standing nearest to her while kicking a third with her boot. Asha had a sword while only two men remained standing.

"Took you long enough..." Asha said as she gazed passed the men to see the corpses of the one's who attacked Arya.

"I was a tad distracted but I think I adjusted quite well don't you think? Beside, I still had to come aid you, has the Kraken's daughter gone soft as a jellyfish?"- Arya taunted as the two men remaining ran away only to come face to face with more wildling coming out of the woods. Easily ten more.

"Keeping count?"

"Yup, I got 9 while you have 2..."- Arya smirked.

"Good, then lets even the score"

Only two women would willingly run towards ten armed wildlings. Only two would actually enjoy it! Asha lamented not having her trusted ax by her side, her blades were long forgotten on dead bodies as she had to use someone else's sword but it still did the trick. Wildlings were reckless and lacked of technique so they proved more fun to kill than challenging to fight. From the corner of her eyes she could see Arya dancing around the men while little red patches of blood showed on their clothing, she was so fast they didn't know they were already dead. By the time they were done bodies were scattered around them while the most damaged showed on Asha and Arya was their bloody clothing; not their blood of course. Only one man lived; barely but he was still breathing. Eddard always ordered them to let at least one attacker alive for interrogation.

"I think it's the first smile I've seen on you in days... Most girls would be crying and begging at the Seven after seeing so much blood"

"It says that most girls are stupid"- Arya replied cleaning Needle on a dead man's furs.

"Arya what the hell were you doing out here alone? You could have gotten yourself killed!" To this Arya lifted her eyebrow but Asha ignored her "Ten men, easy. Twenty? You're not that good Stark! They would have kidnapped you or killed you right away"

"I don't die this way..." Arya said in a soft whisper but the words shook Asha to the core. Bran had the greensight, could Arya possibly share it?

"Have you seen it? Your death?"

"I have dreams... they're different but... I don't know... I can't tell which one is real; it's always water or snow"- Arya said shrugging her shoulders as if they were discussing dresses.

"You've seen your death... you die!" Asha whispered more afraid than just a minute ago when they were outnumbered. Arya was just a child, a lively one yes; but still a child with some much hope and future in her eyes that it seemed cruel for the gods to take her away when if anyone would be able to fight death that would be Arya. Unless... A scream interrupted her thoughts.

"How can we grant you safe passage to the North is you plan on killing every northerner you see?"- Arya had started on her 'questioning' while her shoe pressed on the wound on the man's stomach.

"We didn't know you were Starks, we thought we were one of them's!"- The man screamed as Arya continued to put her foot down.

"Our eyes aren't dead and we are very much alive old man"

"Not them Whitewalkers. The others! They hunt us down like we're animals and take us down to their dungeons!"-

Well this was new! They shared a look as Asha was about to do a bit of 'questioning' of her own when Arya shoved her to the side.

"Get down!"- Arya screamed, the arrow grasping her arm. A wildling stood from afar with a clean shot at Arya. He was about to release another one when they heard but didn't see the hammer until it knocked the man down effectively cracking his skull open. They were both left stunned, speechless even after Nymeria appeared out of nowhere and began to lick Arya's face as if to see if she was unharmed.

"What the?..." Asha went and yes; effectively it was a hammer that occupied were the man's head should be. Not a hammer, a warhammer. A horse could be heard afar so before they could see if it was friend or foe Asha grabbed the dead man's bow and was ready to fight but it wasn't necessary. In came riding Prince Gendry with Sansa on his horse while Lady trotted besides them.

"Are you ok? Are you alright? Is it your blood Arya, is it your blood?!"- The Prince threw himself off the horse immediately engulfing Arya in his arms.

"Oh my God! What happened here?"- Sansa gasped not daring to get off the Prince's horse.

"Wildlings! Although this one" Asha said gesturing to the archer "Had castle forged steel"

"Damn it... he silenced him"- Arya said as the wildling she was questioning had an arrow right in his chest. Someone indeed wanted him to shut up.

"Is this your warhammer? That was quite a strike" Asha asked as the Prince finally satisfied with Arya's safety left her go but not far enough as he still held Arya's hand who remained silent. "How did you know we were even here?"

"Nymeria!"- He replied as said wolf yelped "I was uhm... asleep and she woke me up, I knew something was wrong so when I made it to the stables I found Lady Sansa and she explained it all to me. I came running as fast as I could; Seven's hells woman there's more than twenty men here, did you do this all by yourselves?"- The Prince said in awe.

"We're skilled fighters Gendry"- Arya said trying to pry her hand away from the Prince but failing, he had an iron grip on her hand. "I'm not an helpless maid"-

"I know that... I like that about you"- The Prince replied in a shy but loving voice not going unnoticed by anyone.

"Uhmm..."- Sansa interrupted the moment. "We need to go back and fetch Father; wildlings or not he'd want to give them a proper burial"-

"It's too late and we're too far up North, let's just go back and let the snow cover everything"-

"Arya we can't just leave them laying around in the middle of nowhere!"-

"Sansa is right Arya but we'd best burn them. There are too many whispers about the whitewalkers to ignore them"

"But if there were more wildlings we'd be easily spotted because of the fire. I think we should bury them as well."- The Prince said voicing his opinion.

"We can't stay here! Wildlings, whitewalkers, giants, ogres and any other damned creature will find us if we stay and take the time to bury them or burn them. Let the wolves take care of them. Nym? Lady?"- Before anyone could protest the sounds of bone crushing filled the air.

Arya rode with the Prince while Sansa rode with Asha who's head was spinning. First of all who were the wildlings running from? It takes a lot to install fear in the free folk so it wasn't something you could ignore. And what about Arya and her self professed death? This she needed to handle with care for if it got out Asha didn't doubt one second that Eddard himself would lock Arya in a tower for her own safety. But most importantly she tried to numb the sounds of bones, snarls and howling behind her. Never again will she see Lady as prim and proper. There is no such thing as a well behaved wolf... only a smart one.

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GENDRY'S POV:

Winterfell:

"You smell..."-

"Yes I believe I've lost track of time... and water to the past couple of days"

"What have you been doing for the past couple of days?"-

"Forging... drinking... sleeping... I'm quite the multitasker"

"Well it's good to know that the Seven Kingdoms will be taken such good care of"- She smirked.

"As if you don't know how I would prefer to spend my time or whom I'd spend it with..." At this she froze but Gendry paid no mind. At least Arya was close to him.

Intentionally or not Lady Asha and Lady Sansa had ridden ahead leaving them alone to the silence of the woods and the cold crisp air of the North. She said she was ok but Gendry had his cloak wrapped around them both after seeing that Arya was poorly dressed for the weather, that and that it was a good excuse to hold her even closer on his horse. He'd even let her hold the reigns while warmed her arms up and down.

"I know you make it a habit of patrolling the lands but could you at least not do it alone? Take Ramsay or... your cousin Jon?" Gendry didn't even try to hide the disdain in his voice when he muttered his name. Damn Targaryen had screwed him over...

"Well Ramsay is still under bed-rest while my cousin and I aren't exactly in speaking terms right now..."-

"Really? I thought you were close"

"Don't assume you know anything about my relationship with Jon..."- Arya's tone was sharp but at least it made Gendry realize that he still had a heart because it still hurt after she rejected him that awful day. "Don't assume as well as I told Jon not assume anything about my relationship with you"- Gendry squeezed her waist. Let me in, let me back inside your heart...

Silence...

"I have a new bride lined up..." Gendry broke the nothingness between them. It wasn't exactly the best topic but he was drunk as hell, only the adrenalin and worry of Arya being hurt made him sober up. Or maybe Arya's scent and the texture of her skin was responsible for making him feel lightheaded.

"Then I must congratulate you. What house?"-

"House Westerling... I living, breathing girl; I assume since I've never meet her, by the name of Eleyna. My father had the courtesy of informing me a while ago"

"That's a Westerland house; they're loyal to your mother's house"-

"My grandfather's house you meant to say..." So he's the one behind this one, great. I'm sure young Eleyna is a peach! "... Anyway, I'm to be married as soon as I return to the capital" Don't let me leave, let me love you!

Again; silence...

"And you? What will the future hold for the infamous She-Wolf?"

"I don't know... this has been the longest I've stayed in Winterfell in a while. I'll probably stay till Sansa gets married"-

"You'll never have a shortage of marriage proposals yourself" Gendry shivered and it wasn't because of the cold but Arya said nothing as his mouth seemed to have a mind of it's own. "Not that it'd matter; I'll reject every single one of them!"

"WHAT?!"- She finally spoke turning her head around so she could see him.

"I'll reject every little lord who'd want to have you as his wife. It is the Kings duty to approve of marriages and you don't want to marry anyone or have you changed your mind?"

"No!"- She stuttered "But you don't get to say wh..."-

"I mean... that's what you want right? To be free?"

"Yes... Of course but"-

"Any proposal would be worthless after I afforded you a kingdom so why settle for less?"

"Gendry I..."- She looked apologetic but Gendry didn't care, being with her, having her so close to him after such a long time; a couple of days for others but an eternity for him made Gendry long for Arya, to want not her body but her soul entwined with his. Just like under the Weirwood tree; just Arya, just Gendry. I am his and I am hers... He wrapped his cloak tighter around them as he took the reings from her and stopped his horse.

"I didn't lie to you Arya! Yes, I made the mistake of telling my father about your abilities but I did not know he would dare harm Jon. I don't say this because of you, I say this because of the realm! Enough blood has been spilled for me to hunt down the last of one of the greatest empires this world has seen!"

"I know that Gendry; I know that well now but everything has changed!"-

"What has changed? I still love you! I still want to marry you!" Please, please open your eyes!

"Your father's murder attempt? It set a precedent! North against South Gendry! I cannot and will not kneel to the man who insulted us under our own roof"-

"Then if this is solely about my father then it's settled. As soon as he steps down from the Crown or the heavens command him to rest I'll come get you inmediately!" She smiled and curiously enough it hurt more than her anger.

"It's done Gendry... it's over"-

"My love for you will never be over" The dam broke as Gendry lowered his head and kissed Arya with passion, trying to make her see, to make her feel his love for her. He'd ignore all the court's customs if she agreed to be his wife, hell; he'd eliminate the court all together! They'd travel the seven kingdoms together and she'd help him fix the broken country land with her vast knowledge of the realm. The perfect woman, the perfect queen, Arya.

"You have to stop kissing me"- She said turning her head away completely breathless and flushed.

"I can't! I kiss you every time I close my eyes, I kiss you every time I breathe"

"Arya... Gendry!"- Rickon's voice burst their little bubble. He was only meters away on his horse while Joffrey accompanied him with his own horse.

"Someone will know you're not inside the castle once the council meeting ends. Asha and Sansa are back already, it's best you come with me"- Rickon said gently not commanding but with authority. Arya said nothing as he came close enough with his horse so she could hop on behind him when it happened. It was only for a second, less than a second but Gendry saw Arya hesitate and hold his hand with a bit more forceful than required. Every time I close my eyes, every time I breathe...

He watched them ride away.

"You could have let me know you were leaving the castle. Anyone has hardly seen your face these past few days!"- Joffrey muttered. Why was he pissed off?

"It was just a quick ride little brother, nothing of consequence for me to bother you"

"Your warhammer has blood on it as well as Lady Arya's and Lady's Asha's clothes. What kind of ride did you take?"-

Joffrey kept nagging him all the way back to the castle but Gendry paid him little attention. Arya was gone, his world was back to black and he needed a drink. He went strait back to the forge when he arrived.

"Gendry! Did you bring back wine? I'm afraid we're out of wine!"-

"Your cup is full and you're holding it Uncle"

"Oh; it appears you are right!"- Tyrion said laughing out loud. "You'll make a marvelous King!"-

"No wonder all Gendry does is drink, Uncle Jaime has searched the whole castle looking for you"- Joffrey said scowling at both Tyrion and Gendry who had been drinking buddies for the last days. Tyrion wanting to catch up with what he missed while being in the wall and Gendry thankful for having someone to listen his woes. Normally he would talk to Jaime but unfortunately the Kingslayer sided with his father this time.

"Drink up or go away Joffrey"

"This isn't you Gendry, you need to sober up and accept you place"-

"I'm the future King, let's practice my future place; go fuck yourself!"

"Shhhhhhh even the King needs to have a little more respect for the Lord Commander, Joffrey Baratheon; man of the Watch!"- Tyrion toasted as he clashed his cup with Gendry's, both we empty but quickly refilled.

"You mock me but I've actually consider it. Taking the black"-

"Joff... my head hurts. Why don't you be a good boy and let us drunks continue with our drunkenness"

"Why doesn't anybody take me serious?!"-

"Because just now you actually stomped your feet down like a five year old and men of the watch can't fuck. FACT! Something that you seem to favor quite much, also a fact!... If anyone is taking the black I believe is this one"- Tyrion said pointing at Gendry "He's been ruined for life"-

"Brother just stop this. Yes; the Stark girl is pretty but you've had your fun and..."-

"Refer to Arya as just pretty and as a mere source of fun for me and I'll really have to take the black since murderers are among their recruits" Gendry growled making Tyrion really to start paying attention.

"Gendry..."- The small man warned no doubt knowing he would be like a fly around a giant if Gendry were to launch himself at Joffrey. He'd cried, he sulked, he drank but Gendry still hadn't vent out his frustrations and was like a boiling pot waiting to explode.

"You'd strike me? Really? Your own brother?"- Joffrey completely oblivious to this started to shout right at Gendry's face.

"Are we talking family alliances? Don't go there Joffrey. Walk away"

"Yes, family! I am your brother! You just don't offer me a punch just because some girl ignored you!"-

"Arya is not some girl! She is not some plain, little and common little girl you can belittle just because you went to the Wall and now you feel like a man. You want to know the truth? No, I can't punch you! You know why? Because I am the Crown Prince, the future King and I have to set an example! I am the one who get's to be locked up in the Red Keep, I'm the one who has to stand by and see how others decide my own future, how they choose my own wife. All of this while you prance around fucking and drinking everything in site and now you want to talk to me about family? Do you know what happens to all those girls you leave their beds in the middle of the night? I'm the one who has to talk to their fathers, I'm the one who meets with them behind closed doors to settle arrangements for the maidenheads because if mother or father knew you'd either be shipped to the Quiet Isles or married so fast it wouldn't mater if the girl was of high birth or a whore from Flea Bottom. Did you even knew that? No! You'd just assumed they'd be content to spending the night with you but I clean your messes brother and the one time, the one time I need you; you go all high and mighty with me and want to talk about family? I sit in the small council while you go hunting with father, I take mother out for walks and accompany her to her charities because she's always alone, but please Joffrey; please enlighten me on the concept of fucking family because you don't see me complaining about taking both my father and my brother's responsibilities who by the way are nothing but undeserving assholes that only live trough theirs last name while only I get the burdens!"

"You are to be the King... you're supposed to do all those things"- Joffrey stupidly said as his only comeback.

"FUCK THE KING!" Gendry spat. Meaning every single letter.

Cold swept in and only then Gendry realized he had an audience. The entire Kingsguard stood at the door including Jaime.

"We heard the Prince shouting..."- He said stoic as ever looking at his nephew.

"Just venting some words out, nothing of consequence although I think Joffrey might need some fresh air"- Tyrion replied while both bothers stood facing each other.

"Good away Joffrey. Go do whatever is it is you do. You don't deserve your freedom..." Gendry said completely ignoring everyone while starting up the forge's fire. He needed to beat something up other than his brother.

"You're mean when you're drunk..."- Joffrey said sniffing his way out of the room pushing the guards on his way out.

"I'm truthful when I'm drunk..."

The guards left, even Tyrion left but Jaime stayed. He watched him silently as he hammered away whatever was laying around the forge. Curiously enough if they were to go to battle; Gendry had repaired half the northern armory in days! He didn't know how long he lasted but when he finished with his last sword his arm hurt.

"Are you done?"- Jaime asked from his seat.

"Are you done?..."- He asked a second time once Gendry didn't reply. He sighed.

"This will pass Gendry, right now I know it seems like a burden but you'll soon have more things in your mind. You'll get married, start having children and then the Crown will occupy all your time. As soon as we leave the North you'll feel better"-

"I'll marry the girl, fuck her per popular demand, plant my seed in her and wear the Crown but I still rule my heart..." He chuckled and then finally turned around, proud that he saw Jaime square up as if he was waiting an attack. "Well... I don't even rule it really, a wolf has my heart... but don't worry uncle. I'll play along just as father has and this time it will be more easy, that is if Grandfather is coming to court"

Gendry couldn't take it anymore so he left the forge, ran straight for his horse and went off. He heard screams behind him but he didn't care, he wanted to be alone but at the same time his heart swelled as he saw Nymeria running full speed after him.

Tomorrow he'd leave the North.

Tomorrow he'd leave his heart.

Goodbye Arya Stark.

Hello Fanfic Friends!

Wow... so moved with the reaction you guys had to the last chapter. Poor Gendry; was repeated a lot!

This chapter is dedicated to the reviewer who wanted more of a active character in Asha. I read all your reviews and take them into consideration so that being said both Jon and Gendry fans will have their moment in the sun ;)

With Gendry I had a total Thor moment; sorry! I was writing and the Avengers trailer came on LOL

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PS: Can we please talk about the latest GoT episode? Selmy and Greyworm? Fuuuuuuuuuuck D and D are on a death roll!