Arya had finally been given permission to get out of bed after being confined to it for twenty-four hours. Nymeria never left her side. Arya loved having the direwolf again. Nymeria was even smarter than before and seemed to read Arya's mind. Other than Jon, the direwolf was the only happiness Arya had the Sealords palace.

She had to figure out what to do. The Red god had demanded Gendry's life. If Arya had got to him before she knew, then maybe she could have carried out her mission without these emotions getting in the way. Arya picked up the fig on the platter and took a bite.

Other than the brief visit the first morning, Gendry hadn't been to see Arya. At first she didn't care. It had been a full day and still he avoided her. Arya felt as if she cut his right arm off. This shouldn't hurt. Arya knew what she had to do. Gendry hadn't done her any favors. He betrayed her, abandoned her, left her to rot. "The kingdom might be better off with a Targaryen on the throne." Arya lied to herself.

Every child in Westeros knew the story's of the Mad King Aerys. He burned people for sport and put the crown in debt. Gendry's regime had managed to pay it off almost completely and there were fewer tournaments and feasts. Arya supposed it was for the best though. After all King Robert had hundreds of feasts and he died from being drunk with wine.

In the midst of her thoughts Gaius, the physician came to see her. "How are you feeling this morning? I see you've finished breakfast." the silver haired man observed. Arya smiled Gaius was a kind old man and other than Jon had been her company the past day.

Gaius walked up to Arya and motioned for her to sit down. He did a quick examination of her eyes and pulse just to be sure. "Well you certaintly are healthy. The king will be pleased to hear of it. He has thrown a feast in my lady's name.

Suddenly, Arya remembered why she left Westeros. The feasts, the m'lady's, she just wanted to be No One again. All these people happy to see her well. They still thought she was the little girl from Winterfell. All hope of being that girl again vanished when she buried Needle. Arya's curiosity got the better of her where Gendry was concerned, "Where is Gen- I mean His Grace been the last day?"

The physician seemed stunned by her question though Arya didn't know why. It seemed perfectly logical. "In the forge my lady. Aside from an hour to secure the plans for the feast. He spends most of his time there. 'Says beating steel with a hammer was his first love. Gaius joked. Arya let herself smile a bit before Jon joined them. Gaius took his leave after giving Arya some potion, leaving the siblings be.

Jon smiled when he saw Nymeria nestle against where Arya's feet were. "There's to be a feast tonight in your name. This means you must bathe for a change." he teased. Arya rolled her eyes at him. "Just as long as I can get myself ready and not some poor servant girl to fret over me." she promised. Jon nodded his head in agreement.

The two stood in silence for a long moment. Jon looked conflicted about whatever he was going to spit out. Arya masked her face and shielded her emotions. "You should speak with him. He was worried about you even more than I was." Jon said.

He didn't have to mention the name for Arya to know he meant Gendry. She walked toward the large beacon of light at the window and shook her head. "He left me. I know he's your friend but I don't know this Bull King. I only knew the stubborn, young bull who promised to stay with me and be broke that promise." Arya snapped. Jon gave her a look mixed with sadness and hurt then left the room.

There were times when Arya thought she should talk to him and then her training would win her over and tell her to treat him like any other target. But he wasn't. He was Gendry. The boy who became her pack when her's was gone. The one who still wrestled with her even though she was highborn.

She decided to talk to him for Jon's sake. Her brother was trying desperatly to mend the bridge between them. Arya owed him that. When she arrived at the forge her mind flashed back to Harrenhall. A topless Gendry in a heated forge, banging the hammer to make a masterpiece. She watched for a moment before he looked up.

Arya saw a hint of a smirk that left immediatly. She wanted to break the ice, "Is it required that I wear a dress to this feast?" she questioned. Gendry chuckled as he put the nearly finished sword in the water with a sizzle. He put down his hammer and sat down on the stool by the wall.

Every part of his was greased and sweaty. "No, but I'm sure the men wouldn't mind." Gendry teased, his face not convaying what his voice did. Arya wondered what he was thinking. The only time he'd seen her in a dress, he laughed and then tackled her, ruining it.

"At least this one wont't have the acorns of an oak tree." Arya countered. Gendry gave an approving nod and started back to work, She waited a minute to see if he wanted to say anymore but he was pre-occupied.

When she got back to her chambers, Arya saw a pale blue, embroidered silk dress that looked like the ones Sansa used to wear. As she got closer, she saw on the wrist it had a single acorn sewn into the sleave. So Gendry hadn't forgotten their times together. Arya didn't know whether to be comforted or scared.