Gendry stepped out on to the deck and felt the warm of the sun on his face. The air smelled of salt and fish. When his eyes adjusted to the brightness he saw men hard at work. Gendry surveyed the deck for a moment before spotting the brown eyes he wanted to see.

As Gendry started walking toward the raven haired man, he started walking as well, meeting Gendry halfway. "Jon! I heard the land hoe. When we will we dock? And also do you ever sleep?" Gendry questioned his friend.

Jon had still been up when Gendry went to bed. Gendry could see the circles under eyes had darkened further. "Just before nightfall Your Grace and I don't mind not getting any sleep if it means I can enjoy this beautiful view of the sea in the light of the day, with little work." he replied.

Gendry smiled. He had been with Jon since their search for Sansa. They were upset that they had been fooled but they found her later unharmed and LittleFinger paid his punishment. Jon had also been Gendry's first supporter in his journey to the Iron Throne.

When Gendry learned Robert Baratheon was his father he hadn' realized what that meant. Jon and Stannis knew and their determination to see him king made Gendry work to be someone worth their devotion, so as not to disappoint them. Being called "Your Grace" was something Jon did only in open air. Behind closed doors, they were still bastards with dead fathers.

Gendry grinned at Jon's teasing eyes knowing full well how much he missed the mainland. "Walk with me." Jon said as he put his arm around Gendry's shoulder. "The sealords negotiations should be short and painless. He assured us full guards and decent food. However, I have heard many a tale of Bravosi assasins known as the Faceless Men."

He cringed. The only faceless man he knew of killed for one girl he could never find. "You should have armour on at all times outside the palace." Jon continued.
Gendry hated wearing heavy armour on occasions when it wasn't necessary. He was not fighting in a war so what was the point? "That is a little paranoid even for you Snow. I'll wear the helmet but that is all." Gendry insisted. He at least had made his helmet himself and could be proud of his own work.

Jon shot him a look and said no more. Gendry was thankful he hadn't. He never did well at sea and with the news of a possible murder attempt, Gendry wasn't doing any better. He walked to the edge of the boat and settled his hands upon the edge. The city on the skyline looked to close it nearly frustrated him that it would take another four hours. Patience had never been his strong pint, but arguing and getting mad wouldn't make the wind blow harder.
When he had left Kings Landing, Gendry was just happy to be getting out of the city walls, another search for Arya had dug up nothing but her dire wolf, Nymeria. Snow and Nymeria were in Jon's chambers with meat and bones to play with. Gendry prayed Nymeria behaved. He swore sometimes that wolf was as difficult as her owner.

Gendry looked over at Arya's brother. This had to be worse for Jon than himself. Arya's story's always mentioned him by name and her fondness of him. Gendry remembered Arya telling him of the day Jon gave her Needle. She was proud as a peacock of that sword.

Gendry clenched his fists remembering his conversations with the She-Wolf. He should have never stayed behind with the brotherhood and gone to Riverrun with her like she asked him too. It was selfish of him really but he was done serving and thought one Arya was back with her own that she see Gendry for what he truly was. A bastard. He was a king now and still kicked himself for it.

As if he could see Gendry's inward battle, Jon's hand appeared on his shoulder. They did not need words to comfort eachother. Over the past three years they had become as close as brothers. Some said that was the order of the gods. A Stark and a Baratheon side by side, just as their father's before them.
Jon gave Gendry's shoulder a squeeze. "Come on. Let's eat and play some chess. It will help pass the time." Jon suggested.

Gendry hesitated a moment then gave a nod. They walked below the deck into the warmth of the king's chamber. After many rounds of chess and beer,

Before Gendry knew it his mood lightened and his squire came down the steps yelling to prepare for landing. Jon was right. Time had passed faster.

When Gendry stepped out this time the sun was already half hidden and the ship was pulling into the dock. The movement of the city could be heard even from the ship and Gendry could see how many people had gathered to see the Great Bull King of Westeros. He was shocked at their numbers.
Jon brought Gendry his helm and they stepped off of the ship.

Cat climbed the building as quickly as she could. Trying to get through those crowds was near impossible!. When Cat reached the flat roof she saw the men start to descend the ship. She prayed she hadn't missed the king. By the sounds of the crowd she deducted she hadn't. No one important had come off yet.

Cat saw a flash of light coming from what seemed to be a piece of armour. That was when the shouts started and flower petals were thrown down from the windows into the street below. Upon further inspection the flash of light was a helmet. Cat wasn't close enough to get a good look at it so she jumped two neighboring rooftops. What she saw then sent a chill up her spine.

The helmet was ornately decorated with bull's horns on either side. Cat knew of only one person with the craftsmenship to make that helmet. Gendry. She clenched her fists. In this kings conquest of the seven kingdoms, he managed to kill a blacksmith and take his most precious possession! Her blood was boiling as she watched this so called, "King of the Andals" parade down the street.

Cat immediatly went to work and proceeded to jump the rooftops to her left until she was well ahead of the parade. She moved past the crowd where it was thinnest and waited.

It was a hot day and Cat's hair stuck to her neck. She almost wished she hadn't let it grow. It was just passed her shoulders now and when she pulled the front of it up, Cat resembled the noble man who's head was chopped off. Cat's mind went back to that day. To seeing her sister being thrown to the ground. The sound the sword made as it cut through her father's neck.

Cat was pulled from her memories as the parade got closer. She inspected the small arsenal she had brought with her. Needle was burried safe in the dirt, so she brought a sword fit for someone her size, a dagger, hemlock, and a type of clay the Faceless Man found that created fire on impact.
The parade was now upon her as she watched knights and soldiers march down the market. She saw the bull's head approaching and made a reach for her clay.

She stopped herself when she saw the face of the man behind the bull. She would know that face even if she were blind again. It was her brother Jon with his direwolf beside him. Arya was shocked to see Nymeria strolling along as well. She knew she had to get out of sight before she saw her.

Cat could feel her eyes swell with tears. How she wanted to throw her arms around Jon's neck and have him mess her hair as he once did.
While her memories were doing an attack of their own, Cat knew she couldn't kill in front of her bother. Even though she hadn't seen him in five years, she knew he would disapprove.

Cat placed the clay gently in her satched and slid into the march as if she belonged there, careful to avoid Nymeria. No one moved to question her with brought a sigh of relief. She had to find out where Jon was staying while he was here.