Hi everyone! So I figured I should start doing these note thing's This chapter is a hot mess! I didn't put in half of the things I wanted too because I have this stomach bug which has kept me basically unconscious! But here's the chapter!

When Arya walked through the doors to the feast with Jon on her arm, she had almost forgotten how wonderful feasts could be. The general splendor was amazing enough but the guests only added to the spectacle. Arya could tell who got along with who, and who couldn't stand their neighboring guest.

As Jon walked her over to the longest table she saw three familiar faces. Gendry was seated in the center with Ser Barriston Selmy seated on his left. Four seats down was Thoros of Mhyr. As Jon took his seat to the right of Gendry, Ser Barriston got up and pulled out Arya's seat next to her brother. Just before she sat down the grey haired man took her hand, kissed it, and said, "You look every bit as beautiful as your aunt child." he complimented.

"Lady Lyanna. You are kind Ser but I doubt I am lovely enough for two men to go to war over me." she replied. All the men near her laughed at her comment. Arya was glad she seemingly fit in.

The first thing she did as she sat down was inhale the delicious, Westerosi dishes she had not had in years. Jon tried to tell her to slow down but Arya saw no need. There was no one here she needed to impress and the majority of the room was already drunk with wine. Arya enjoyed the looks everyone seemed to be giving her. The only one she did not enjoy was Thoros'. He had been staring at her as if she had killed his dog for the better half of the evening.

Arya remembered traveling with him to Riverrun. Thoros had raised a man from the dead right in front of her eyes. Oh how she prayed his god abandoned Thoros tonight. Wine was poured in front of her and Arya drank some of it.

It was against the rules of The Faceless Man to drink on a mission because it dulls the senses. But for what Arya was about to do, she needed the "Liquid courage" to help her. She was surprised by how hard this was for her. Arya had killed hundreds of people without any problem. So why was a bastard king any different?

One of the many soldiers at the feast asked Arya to dance. She was half tempted to say no but Jon gave her the nod he had given whenever he and Robb wanted to discuss something they couldn't around Arya. Only this time it was Jon and Gendry.

Arya's blood boiled. What in seven hells did Jon need to talk to Gendry about that was so sensitive Arya couldn't hear? She had wanted to say no out of spite but decided it best not too. People would be wary of her enough after tonight.

While they were dancing, Arya learned that the chocolate eyed man's name was Rodrick and that he had joined Gendry's service a year ago and from the state of the man's teeth, Rodrick also enjoyed chewing tobacco.

After having been passed from Rodrick to three other men, Arya tired of dancing and decided to sit down with Jon and Gendry if they were done with their conversation or not. Arya kindly bowed at the end of the song and walked back to the table.

Claiming to be parched from dancinf, Arya asked for a pitcher of water. When it was brought to her, Arya slipped in the powder that the Kindly Man had given her at the temple. When Arya was in training she had only ever heard of the white powder's ability to melt someone from the inside out. The only antidote she knew of was with the Red god. Arya had taken some so that she could drink it without suspicion.

Arya offered to poor some water for Gendry and Jon. When she filled Jon's cup, Arya switched it with her own so that her brother wouldn't be Gendry was taken one sip, the minstrel started playing the featherbed song.

My featherbed is deep and soft,

and there I'll lay you down,

a dress you woven, yellow silk,

and on your head a crown.

Arya didn't think anything of it, but Gendry apparently had. The young king got out of his chair and held his hand out for Arya to take, "Dance with me." he said.

"My king, I am weary of dancing. Not the now." Arya declined. Gendry let out a hearty laugh and smiled at her. "I didn't say it was an option." he replied.

Despite her better judgement and wanting to get this whole night over with, Arya placed her hand in Gendry's. His hands were rough from working in the forge and they were also a good three times longer than her own.

As the pair walked to teh center of the hall, Arya felt as if she were going to hurl. Everyone in the room seemed to be watching them. They reached a spot that Gendry apparently liked and he turned their bodies to be facing each other. Arya started to object once more, but Gendry only started spinning them around.

The dance itself started out fine until Gendry moved in closer to Arya. She could feel his body heat. His pulse was raging in his chest and Arya felt uncomfortable. When the song was over, Arya abruptly bowed and quickly walked out to the terrace before the next song could even begin. Arya felt sick to her stomach.

With the quiet breeze and room to breathe, Arya felt more at ease but it didn't calm the pain in her abdomen. She had gotten too close to Gendry. Way too close. Arya heard footsteps and prayed they would pass her by.

They didn't though, for Gendry put his hands on the rail just next to her own. He stood staring at the stars quietly a moment. Arya felt him gently place his hand over hers and she jerked back from the rail, with her back turned to him.

"Arya?" she heard his voice say. Gendry walked behind her and grabbed her shoulder to turn her to him. It was a rough and gentle touch all at once.

Filled with anger, Arya glared at him and shrugged her shoulder out of his touch. Gendry had the most downfallen face Arya had ever seen but refused to let guilt in. "Why won't you let me get close to you Arya?" he questioned further.

That statement only fueled her fire towards him. "I'm not Arya anymore! That's why!" she yelled at the blue eyed man. She couldn't dream to read his face then. It was as if every emotion had taken him all at once.

She knew one though, hurt. "Gen-

"I know you've changed. It's in your eyes. Cat, Arya, whoever you are now, I only want to be close to you. I know it won't be like it was before-

"Before what?" it was Arya's turn to interrupt now, "Before what Gendry? Before you broke your promise and abandoned me? Do you have any idea what I went through after that? No you don't know because you weren't there!" she finished.

Arya started to walk away from him but Gendyr only followed, "You don't think that doesn't hurt me too? Damn it Arya! I loved you! You had lost everything but befriended a bastard and offered to be his family! Coming from a highborn it seemed too good to be true. Things would had been different if you and I had reached your brother and you know it."Gendry shot back.

Unable to process, Arya stopped in her tracks. She turned to look at Gendry and saw tears in his eyes. Knowing she had caused them, Arya felt a pain in her chest. She opened her mouth to speak but couldn't find the words. Not knowing what to say, Arya turned and ran to her chambers, not caring how it looked to leave her own feast. If Gendry drank that water she would know it by morning. Until then, Arya didn't want to see another face.

Note: Well yeah there's that! I have got to get better at these! Anyways! The song I listened to while writing this was Hymn for the Missing by Red in case you were wondering. The next chapter should be longer it just depends on if I'm upchucking dinner still! Stay loyal readers! Review!