ARYA POV:

Winterfell:

She watched him... she did nothing but watch him the pass week.

Through Mikken's eyes she saw how skilled he was with metal, how strong his hands were as he molded steel and how obsessed with detail he could be while designing a weapon. The Queen gave her a glimpse of a mother doting on her child, bringing him food that ultimately when back to the kitchens and through is Uncle the Imp she saw him drink his days away while he sulked, brooded then drank a bit more but it was Nymeria who gave her the best view, refusing to leave his side granting her easy access trough her eyes of the Prince.

Gendry never left the forge, not up until yesterday when he rode to her 'rescue' and then later on when she found him passed out on the Godswoods. She had to call on both Rickon and Hodor to take him back inside the Castle.

Arya always watched Gendry warging into whoever was nearest him... she was doing it right this second but through her own gray eyes! The courtyard was busy with men readying their horses, maids carrying luggage and squires doing checkups as she watched Gendry sitting on his horse next to the Kingslayer. His face looked tired but not less handsome. He wore no armor, no fancy clothes, his trusted warhammer the only embellishment on him as Nymeria was scaring his horse to death trying to get on it as if going away with him if she couldn't convince him to stay.

"It says more about the master than the wolf by the way she's acting"- Asha said standing behind her looking trough the window of Arya's room. Asha was quite stealthy but Arya wasn't caught off guard by her presence, it wasn't unpleasant but Asha always smelled like the sea, it was actually very comforting and contrasting because that was the only thing calm about Asha Greyjoy.

"You should ride with them"- Asha said in her no nonsense voice.

"I am riding with them"

"Are you sure? Normally you'd be already outside patrolling the perimeter but here you are, watching the Prince from afar wanting what?"-

"Nothing..." She said standing up to close her door for more privacy, instantly turning around "Out with it good sister, you were never one to beat around the bushes" Arya said while Asha occupied Arya's previous spot and was looking trough the window.

"I thought a lot about what you said to me yesterday. About your dreams..."- Arya said nothing waiting to see where Asha was heading.

"... as I see it I have two options. I could tell your brother and he would easily lock you up, shunning you away from anything that could be seen as a threat for your life or remain silent and let you go; you'd be still riding with the whole northern fleet, I don't think you'll be more safe than that!"-

"Three options actually..." Arya said interrupting Asha "The option of having no option at all since you can't make me do anything!"

"There's a difference between being high spirited and reckless Arya. These dreams you're having? You're a Stark! You can ignore that the blood of the First Men runs through your veins, you see things, you have the powers of the Old Gods, each one of you have a connection to your wolves, we've all seen what Bran can do, you have powers than run through you own pretty little head so why chose to ignore these death in your dreams? How do they even start? Is it war? Is it mutiny or an accident? You are many things but not a fool Arya"-

"Exactly! A fool I am not and I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself. I should have never told you in the first place, forget it all together Asha..." Before she knew it Asha grabbed Arya's arm forcefully mad with rage and turned her around, fed up with her attitude.

"Do you do it? Do you die willingly?Are you going to end up like one of those sad stories were women wither away after loosing their love? It's that why you went out there alone to the wood; because of the Prince?"-

"You think I'd die because I can't marry Gendry?!" Arya seethed affronted that someone was forcing her to talk out the feelings she was desperately trying to bury.

"I think that there's something off and that it has to do with the Prince, it has to do with Jon and it has to do with your cursed dreams and I'd bet my life that Bran's little surprising exit has something to do with it as well. I'm not an idiot and neither are you. I married and birthed a Stark, I know the words 'Winter is Coming' and something is wrong Arya. If you don't care about your life that that's your problem but my husband is riding away today and I'd like to know what he's going to face!"-

"I DON'T KNOW!" Arya screamed at the top of her lungs forgetting the castle filled with guests. On cue sniffing and growling was heard outside the door, Greywind no doubt since Arya turned her head and saw Nymeria still in the courtyard but with her gaze focused on her window, Gendry immediately looked up locking blue eyes with grays. Arya recoiled and closed the window as fast as she could.

"I... I don't know" She said in a softer tone as she sat on her bed. Asha remained standing waiting for any kind of answer. "I can't sleep, I can't eat, my head hurts at all times. Gendry... the prince... " She sighed.

"The Prince and I are a done mater, his family offended ours and I will not let it pass just because they are rulers of the realm. Yes, I feel... well, my feelings are mine alone but I grew fond of him and even now; parting ways, I wish they'd be some kind of manner we would remain friends but that is useless. He rides south and I'll remained in the north." These last words she said with a more firmer tone weather to assure Asha or herself she did not know.

"But something is off. I keep having the same dreams, there's water, there's snow and it's all so confusing. I can't breathe and I always wake up gasping as if the dreams jumped into reality. It confuses me further because my head is not my own!"

"Ok... explain this tome me"- Asha said finally sitting next to her on the bed.

"Jon entered my mind Asha, that has never happened and it worries me, it left me quite shaken for a few days actually"

"So? This isn't new! You and Bran can do it, it's not a surprise to see another member of the family show the same abilities"-

"No; ONLY Bran and I can do it! It's different than our connection with the direwolves or any other animal. Humans are more complex, difficult. You can imprint ideas and behaviors on another persons mind and completely change them if you're not careful. We rarely do it and Jon entered my mind and left me reeling! At first I didn't notice but then the anger? The thirst for blood? Don't get me wrong I have it in spades, father has always said I have wolf's blood in me but this was different. Did you know I slapped Gendry? I can't even remember if it wasn't for Shireen coming up to me crying for how unjust I was being to his cousin. Asha it goes both ways and if he can get into my mind I can see his and Jon's is volatile, full of some hate I don't know were it comes from"

"He would never hurt you. Whatever is happening with Jon; his mood swings, the hair, the eyes... Jon would never hurt you, I'm certain of it!"- Asha said trying to process what she was hearing.

"That's the thing I don't know what to think, which are my feelings and which are his! There's this longing I feel towards him, like we're two pieces of a puzzle but Gendry? He marked me in some kind of way I can't explain. Which feelings are real? But more importantly what if Jon decides to act out on his hate? He made me slap Gendry, say hateful words towards him. What's to stop him from making me lift my sword? What about Robb? One word from him and the whole army will run every Baratheon cloak to the ground. It would be treason, we'd leave Westeros without a ruler and with six kingdoms wanting our head on a spike!" A knock on the door interrupted their conversation.

"Hodor, Hodor"- The gentle giant said waving a baby bottle in his large hands. It was time to feed Rickard.

"We'll be done in a minute Hodor, please tell the nurses to bring my son to my quarters..."- Asha said dismissing him closing the door again. This time walking back to the bed and standing strait in front of Arya.

"I can accept it but I can't understand it. This thing about warging? I can't help you on that matter but I do know that you've done it long enough than Jon, your mind is a weapon; use it. Block him out of your mind or dig deeper into his to see whats wrong. On maters of the heart dare I say I'm useless as well, men have been ruling themselves with their cocks for years, you want the Prince? Fuck him! Get him out of your system, become his wife but since you don't want to be queen well settle with being his mistress, just make sure you drink moon tea and hide it from Robb. Weather it be the Prince or your cousin Robb will gladly run his sword through them. This I can do; talk to me about the dreams!"-

"They're not normal dreams, I never notice when I fall asleep to begin with and it feels like I'm always seeing the final act of a story. The end of it all"

"Premonitions? Not dream?"- Asha asked interested in every detail.

"I don't know... I tried to reach out to Bran but he's too far away."

"Tell me what you see then. The water and the snow"-

"The water is all that, first is rain, then it's a river, then it's all around me. I'm drowning but I'm not making the effort to swing, as if I want to die. There's someone's voice but the water comes into my body as if I can't control it. The snow dream is more clearer; I know it's daylight and there's a massive field of snow. Suddenly there's ashes all around me and again; I can't breathe. This time I'm not alone. I can sense Nymeria but I can't see her and there's another voice calling after me. Then all I see is blood; in both dreams I'm certain I die"

"Do you recognize the voices?"-

"Both are familiar but I can't pin them on anyone"

"Water and Snow... Water and Snow..."- Asha mumbled as she walked around the room. "You're a fighter, resourceful. You're half a fish; never forget that and I know you can swing. Why you would willingly let yourself go its beyond me. The snow? That one is even worse, you were born surrounded by it. It doesn't get any closer to home advantage for you. I can't tell Robb and I can't send any of my soldiers with you without racing suspicion but there is someone would who blend it just in and who I know will take care of you"-

"I won't tell Jon!" Arya said fuming again as she remembered how Jon blatantly violated her mind.

"Who said anything about Jon. You need another pair of eyes on you if your family are oblivious to all of this. I'm already making a big gamble of not opening my mouth so I'll just have to make peace that you always have Nymeria with you. So just let me see if this person is fit for the trip and I'll meet you down in the courtyard"- Another knock at the door.

"Arya I... oh, I'm sorry. Forgive me ladies it's just that the horses are being readied and I wondered if you'd like to tend your own horse like always"- Jon said coming inside all the same. He was clad in his silver armor, a fire breathing dragon in the center of his chest plate, his gray hair pulled up in a high bun and dark purple eyes adorned by the even darker eye socket complements of Arya once she found out he warged inside her mind.

"I always ready my horse before riding" Arya muttered annoyed at Jon's very poor attempt of conversation.

"I'll leave you two to your... affairs"- Asha smirked as she left them alone in the bedroom.

"Are you still not talking to me? It's going to be a long road ahead escorting the Usurper's party out of the North. It would be boring without hearing your sweet voice"- Jon said instantly plopping on Arya's bed, making her sit up and walk towards the window with her back against him.

"Talk to the Hound, I'm sure he's more than happy to amuse you" The courtyard was busier by the minute. By now the royal carriage was out front and Queen Cersei and her mother Catelyn were making quite the spectacle crying their hearts out, hugging each other and saying goodbye. Both their husbands standing besides them uncomfortably. The huge black war horse still stood afar, his owner on top ready to leave. Gendry looked at the window again and his eyes expressed such longing once he saw her. Longing mixed with tenderness, sadness but with a mix of bitterness as she felt arms encircling her waist turning her around.

"I don't like fighting with you. I don't feel complete when you're distant towards me. Must I get inside that pretty little head of yours to make you love me again?"- Jon said turning her around and digging his nose into her hair, breathing in her scent for comfort but was caught off guard as Arya shoved him so violently that he landed on the floor, Arya on top of him, her wolf broach / dagger in hand.

"Get inside my head one more time and I swear I'll forget we are family Jon, Do. Not. Test Me"

"I'm sorry... It was a bad joke. Forgive me my little wolf"- Jon said wary of her. Sure that Arya wouldn't hurt him but aware that she would see through her word also hurt that she raised arms against him.

"No... I'm sorry" Arya sighed, what little sleep she achieved that night was plagued with her dreams. Water and snow... "I'm just tired and want this whole Royal thing over with. I need time to think all that has happened"

"It's ok... "- Jon said standing up, tentatively taking a step forward enough to grab her hand and give it a gentle squeeze "Just come back to me in the end"- He said turning around. He was halfway trough the door once Arya spoke to him.

"Will you? Come back to me? You saw inside my head but I also got to see inside yours. You're not the same Jon, you've changed..."

They stood in front of each other gazing into the other's eyes. What where they now?...

"I won't deny that I'm still the same boy, the foreign dragon fostered in the ice castle. I never was a wolf really, I'm just learning things about me as a go but I do know that I love you, that will be my constant in life"-

"Which kind of love?..." Arya whispered quite frankly not prepared for any kind of answer.

Trumpets rang loud and clear through the castle. The Royal Procession was leaving Winterfell. Jon closed the door and quietly but firmly walked back towards Arya. His demeanor changed but didn't scare Arya who let him take her broach, the broach Gendry gave her out of her hand. He stood close enough to her that their feet touched and he proceeded to take her face in between his hands. Very slowly Jon lowered his head and kissed her with so much tenderness that it was almost dream like. His lips were soft, slim but firm and cold. Not unpleasant-like but more like the sensation you had drinking mint tea. It refreshed her body and went strait to her head.

"I've kissed you hundreds of times..."- Jon whispered still holding her face, pressing their foreheads together. "Yet suddenly it feels different doesn't it?"

Arya remained silent, trying to process what just happened. Jon had kissed her hundreds of times but those were different kisses, quick, adoring acts like a pat on her head. Cousin to cousin, more brother and sister than anything and never on her lips. Yes, she had kissed many but the only one who had pulled a reaction from her was Gendry yet now here he was, Jon. Kissing her and making her head light as a cloud. Yes, it felt different.

"I've changed; yes... why not change with me?"- Jon looked as if he was going to kiss her again but was stopped by the beats of the drum men. He was the one who stood back first. "We must leave, I'm sure we're the only ones inside and the rest are waiting for us to march. I'll give you some minutes alone"-

Arya was left finally alone and more confused as ever, to make matter worse her headaches came back with a vengeance. Turning around, unconsciously seeking a pair a blue eyes she saw nothing but realized that although Gendry left she had remained in the same spot the whole time. Had Gendry seen her kiss Jon?

God, it was going to be one hell of a trip...

JAIME POV:

The Northern Countryside:

"You're the Kingsguard, you guard the King. Keyword being King not Prince. Let the rest of the men guard him though is not like he needs any protection other from himself these days."-

"Maybe guard him from you since I've banned everyone from giving him alcohol so that only leaves you as his source" Jaime bickered back to his brother as they rode along the Northern lands.

It had only been mere four days and Jaime could tell this truly was going to be the most tiring experience of his life. Give him a good fight any day. The delicate map of who's angry with who? Jaime could not give a flying fuck about! What he did care about was how he couldn't get his nephew out of his She Wolf depression. It was already hard as it is to guard both him and Robert without having to worry about Gendry disappearing to the back of the caravan to distract himself with small talk with the foot soldiers. Mostly they were common folk so Gendry felt as close to normal as he could around them. Also they drank more than they walked.

"You know whats sad?"- Jaime sighed. Tyrion's constant babbling wasn't exactly helping. "That no one seems to realize that you're repeating history! You are making Gendry into Robert and the boy as a change of becoming one of the greatest rulers this land has hand in many years. Reaching the Targaryen age dare I say"

"We are? As in you not included? He's riding around with your wineskin in hands and it's never empty. You're the one shaping him into Robert!"

"So? Alcohol helps! Or how do you think a young man copes with the fact the he will one day be King of Westeros but will forever do as he is told, even fuck who he is told to. I sympathized with the boy, I don't think I would like it if suddenly someone starts to dictate where I should put my cock in"-

"You were dictated where to put your cock in... we just agreed to stop listening to father altogether" Jaime muttered

"What I'm saying is all of this could have been prevented. Let him have his wild bride and you shouldn't have tried to kill the Targaryen Boy. He's an interesting character, that I'll say but he's no treat, you've made him a treat the moment you put a mark on his head. The North Remembers so try erasing how the King went into Eddard Stark's house and tried to kill his dead sister's only child"-

"You like too much the sound of your own voice Tyrion" Jaime said turning his horse away to the right side of the King.

As usual Robert rode surrounded by his Kingsguard who this time were surrounded themselves by wolves. Eddard Stark guarded the perimeter himself alongside his eldest son Robb, the rest of the northern lords and of course a direwolf who seemed to salivate anytime it saw Jaime. The Northerners are good people; cold weather but warm hearts... a total load of horse shit! The Northerners were nothing but a self entitled bunch of pricks with a stick up their asses. The war ended! Let it go! All the families had blood on their hands so who where the Starks to say they were honest and true? If they were honest there wouldn't be so many rumors of uprising and declarations of independence from the rest of the Realm. Yes; a marriage would have helped Robert secure his reign but truthfully they shouldn't even had come up north in the first place! Cersei refused to talk to anyone, Joffrey had actually requested a carriage of his own never showing his face, Robert's eyes were wondering again to the women in the different tows they passed by but Jaime knew that his eyes lingered the most as he looked back to the road that lead to Winterfell, back to his Lyanna. Things were finally well in his marriage with Cersei for him to start pinning after a ghost. And Gendry? God, he was the worse, the boy had all but gone mute because he only spoke when he wanted wine and told people to fuck off. He was sure Cersei could pull him back together but when Jaime tried to talk to her she refused to even open her window. He act he should get himself acquainted with; mess with the Prince and the Queen will not be happy. Jaime loved riding but this was just pure torture, he could feel Eddard's Stark glare in the back of his head as if they where still in the courtroom in front of the Iron Throne, his sword still dripping with the mad king's blood. Not only couldn't he abandon his duties as captain of the Kingsguard but where would he go? At the end of the caravan rode Gendry who he was sure was a day or two from punching his face. In the middle , where the bulk of the northern garrison was rode the Targaryen boy charming everyone left and right, if people said Jaime was cosseted they clearly had not meet Jon Targaryen but he had to at least give him that he was the spitting image of Rhaegar and Rhaegar had you in the palm of his hand by just batting his lashes at you. The front was the worse, Jaime couldn't ride ahead because of the scouts, surprisingly enough not Starks but Boltons. A small group of men that weren't even knights just common sellswords if you'd ask him. They rode ahead under the command of Ramsay Bolton; Roose's bastard son who Jaime still couldn't remember when he was legitimatized to begin with it didn't matter. Anyway, the little group of about twenty men called themselves the Bastard Boys; yes. Charming really. And with them rode Arya Stark; the sole reason for his current life situation. He hated the girl for making him feel he was in another time, a time when a Stag, a Wolf and a Dragon created havoc all over Westeros. He hated Cersei for suggesting the match to begin with, he hated Robert for his weakness for the North and he hated the Targaryen boy for stirring things up. They shouldn't have tried to kill him to begin with but Jaime didn't like unfinished things, Targaryens went mad, one way or the other they went way over there heads so it was only a matter of time till this one acted up. Curiously these days Jaime's head was filled with Elia and her children Rhaenys and Aegon, his father had killed them and now he tried to do the same with the only child of Rhaegar left. The comparison to Tywin gave his mouth a foul taste...

"Set up the tents, we spent the night here"- Eddard gave orders after debating with the rest of his part. Robert only nodded; the King would have his command back once he stepped out of the North.

The weather was still shit, tons and tons and tons of snow pillowed from the sky, at least there were no winds so that was why it was decided they should get back to Kings Landing but the snow still made the journey slow, specially with so many men weary of one another.

The men worked quickly, the tents were raised and soon it was nightfall. You could tell which side was which from the noise. The southerners were dead silent after instructed not to provoke anyone while the northerners drank and sang the night away, mostly songs that mocked Robert and praised their lands. Walking around the camp Jaime got a glimpse of who was doing the singing. It was Jon fucking Targaryen himself with a fucking harp just like his father preferred. How quaint.

"One arrow and I'll shut him up"-

"One arrow and you'll shut all of us up! We're outnumbered until we get to the Twins so tried to remember that" Jaime surprised a group of soldiers who where huddled up around a bonfire.

"Sorry Ser Jaime but you have to admit it's real tempting when they're shoving all their food and ale at us"- Another soldier spoke.

"Aren't are suplies enough?"

"The foods alright but between his grace and the Prince..."- Of course, they were competing who could drink more.

"I'll have my brother fetch some wine for you. He has an ability of finding ale wherever he goes. May I ask you if you know were my nephew is?"

"Forging... as he his every night."-

Jaime thanked the men as he proceeded to walk over to the makeshift forge and entered welcoming the heat after walking outside. As told there stood Gendry beating the hell out of shield he was working on. Gendry? Gendry he didn't not hate. Gendry was the only one not at fault in this whole mess, Tyrion was right; they were forcing him into a bitter life and Jaime realizing he had played a heavy part in the situation now couldn't see how he could help his nephew and more importantly get back into the good graces of his sister the Queen.

"He doesn't want to see you Kingslayer"- Jaime turned around to see no other than Sandor Clegane sitting near the furnace.

"I thought you've learned your lesson of not going near hot things Clegane or do you want to match the other side of your face?" The Hound only laughed and crossed his legs while he took another swig at the bottle he was holding.

"And you'd think you'd learned your lesson when the father waged a war after his bitch. Now we're all fucked no matter what we do"-

"What are you doing here?"- Gendry said finally turning around and acknowledging him.

"I'm here to bring you over to your mother, she wants to have dinner with you"

"I told her I was going to break bread with her tomorrow"-

"Yes, apparently your tomorrow was four days ago. Gendry when was the last time you ate something?" Gendry wasn't thin, Baratheon's were incapable of being light-boned but you could see it his eyes that the boy had not had a proper meal in days and by the numbers of bottles of ale on the floor you could guess what his stomach was running on. Gendry just shrugged so drunk that he didn't even protest, nodding to Clegane as he attempted to walk strait. Jaime immediately when to his side to support him.

"You can't let the men see you like this Gendry. you have to set an example"

"Who do you think he's been drinking these pass few days?"- The Hound smirked still on the floor.

Jaime ignored him as he tried to walk with Gendry up to where Cersei's tent was, at some point he had to ask for soldiers help to walk him over since he was so heavy. By the time they arrived Gendry was knocked out cold so Cersei instructed the men to settle her son on her featherbed.

"Jaime why is your cloak bloodstained?"- Cersei said finally talking to him after days of silence. It was an odd thing to say but he would take it.

"No it's not..." But only it was! What in the seven hells?

"Oh my poor, poor baby!"- Cersei started crying as she grabbed a water basing and started to rub warm cloths into Gendry's arms . His hands were bleeding filled with blisters and his forearms were slightly burned from the heat. The poor fool must have been getting his hands on whatever he could and worked non stop.

"Make it right..."-

"What?"

"Make it right!"- She didn't shout but Cersei's voice came out like a roar. "You said you would protect me, that you would protect my children!"-

"Cersei I..."

"Make it right!"- She started crying but didn't protest when Jaime sat next to her on the bed. She cleaned Gendry up, combed his hair and tucked him in like when he was a babe, Jaime should know it. He was always there with her.

"We can't let ourselves become our fathers..."- With Jaime's thoughts and memories reminding him about Tywin his sister's words were like a knife. "I want happiness for my son, for both of them. I will leave this Kingdom without a ruler even if it means I have to smuggle my son away to the free cities if that's what makes him happy. I will strip him off his title and banish him out of Kings Landing, endure not see him ever again if I get to take the sadness out of his eyes. I'll beg the girl, I'll beg the girl on my knees to make her love him but I know she does. We've destroyed them and you need to make it right! Promise me!"-

"We all have our duties Cersei, your son is not above them"

"Promise me..."- Jaime actually had to turn his eyes from the same green ones that adorned his face. He never thought he'd see the day when his twin sister look at him with such detachment. He knew this was a breaking point.

Cersei was a lioness trough and trough, when Gendry was born she refused to used a wet nurse and to even sleep in separate chambers till he was three years old and Robert had had enough. Jaime had to intervene when a nursery was set up on the room that was once's little Rhaenys. Cersei didn't let anyone in, not going outside herself unless she could take her son back with her to her bedchambers. She said that what mother could she be if she left her son in the room were children were murdered. Jaime quickly assured her that the wars was over and that the babe was safe to what Cersei just gave him a sad laugh and said; 'the men that killed back then are the ones that rule now. I'm a Lannister; wouldn't it be poetic if I was payed back the same way?' Robert though that Cersei was being over-dramatic but It's safe to say that after that he built a nursery next to his own room.

Looking at her run her hands over Gendry's black hair gave Jaime no doubt whatsoever that his sister would burn cities down for her boys so he would at least try to steer her to a path with less damage.

"The Starks, Robert and after the new engagement; our dearest father, do not want Gendry to marry Lady Arya"

"I am the Queen, my word has to mean something. I will not sit here anymore and see my child get hurt!"-

"Of course it means something it's just that we have to be careful, things are stressful as they are"

"So you'll promise me? You promise bring a smile back to my son's face? To your nephews face?"-

"I promise you I..."

"Good..."- Cersei interrupted him wiping still running tears out of her face. "Then I won't speak with you until this is sorted and done. Please leave us alone, the Prince needs his rest"-

And just like that he was dismissed by his sister the Queen, what the hell or how the hell was he going to fix this mess?

The things he did for love...

Hello FanFic Friends!

Sorry for the delay; I've been struggling with my inspiration but here I am and I hope you enjoy this chapter. Honestly? I don't quite like it but I had to try and get back writing the story again.

I decided to add more of Asha because why not? She's awesome and we don't get to see her in the tv show and there's Jamie's which I hope you like.

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