Okay so, I switch point of views' multiple times in this chapter so don't kill me! Also the italics is for Gendry's dream whilst he's unconscious.
As Gendry watched Arya tun, he felt a tear finally fall. He should never have said that to her. She was right, he had no idea what she had gone through. Gendry thought about going after her but decided it best no too. He took a few minutes to compose himself before rejoining his guests.
When Gendry sat down Jon took right off with questions, "Where's Arya? Did you ask her about the temple today?"
As Jon bombarded him with questions Gendry didn't want to answer, he took a long drink of the water in front of him. Gendry let the cooling water rush down his throat and into his belly.
"No, I didn't have a chance to speak with her about that." he replied. Gendry didn't want Jon to know about his conversation with Arya this evening. It would only complicate things further.
Jon opened his mouth to ask another question and Gendry stood up to walk around the room. Gendry loved Jon like a brother but simply wasn't ready to face him yet. Even though the guests seemed to be having a wonderful time, Gendry couldn't be brought to smile even a little.
He couldn't help but feel frustrated. How could all of these people be celebrating when Gendry felt as if someone punched him in the stomach. He needed fresh air. He needed to work. The forge.
Deducting that no one at a little after midnight would miss him, the walk to the forge was quiet and lonely. Why didn't he bite his tongue? Three years as king, always being so composed. A week with Arya and Gendry was already as hot headed as he had been as a boy!
Suddenly, Gendry's stomach really did start hurting. Thinking it was the wine he drank, Gendry wrote it off and started working. Oh how he wished he had asked Arya about the temple.
Slowly his stomach felt as if it was eating itself and Gendry's heart was racing. He dropped his hammer and grabbed his chest. Crying out in agony, Gendry dropped to the ground. Someone had to have poisoned him. He felt fine this morning. Gendry attempted to crawl back to the main hall but found he had little strength. Who would have had a chance to poison him?
That was when the sides started growing dark. The Faceless Man. The temple. It was Arya!
Jon had come for her a few minutes ago and they were now anxiously awaiting Gaius' assessment. Jon had found Gendyr passed out in front of the forge a little over an hour ago, not knowing how long he'd been doctor, at first glance, assumed it was a type of fever and asked Arya and Jon to wait outside until he further examined Gendry.
Arya felt numb ever since she learnt Gendry had drank the water. She knew what she had just done, but Arya hadn't felt guilt, relief, regret, or pain over what she did. Arya didn't feel anything.
She knew Jon was concerned. It was all over face. Though Arya wasn't sure if it was for Gendry or her. She hadn't spoken a word since the feast and all she did was stare at the wall.
When Gaius emerged from the chamber, he closed the door behind him. Anxious to hear the results, Jon stopped pacing and stood near the physician, "How bad is he really?" he questioned. Arya knew she looked insensitive but could find it in herself to pretend to be concerned. She knew his fate.
"He's not good. I've never seen anything like it before. His fever just keeps rising no matter what I do and water doesn't even seem to stay down. I'm not sure if there's anything I can do for him." Gaius replied.
Suddenly Jon knocked over a vase. "No!" he screamed. "He's my friend! Do research, use sorcery if need be! I won't lose him!" he screamed running his hands through his hair.
Fearful of what he might do, Arya wrapped her arms around her sobbing brother. Jon cried into her and they crumpled to the floor. The pain had crept into Arya's heart. She didn't think about what she would be doing to Jon. They had gotten so close. Gendry, in a way, had taken the place where Robb had been. Arya felt the first tear roll down her face.
It was dark. Gendry could see Arya but couldn't see him. She was surrounded by faces Gendry didn't recognize. He tried calling out to Arya but she seemed not to hear him. As Gendry ran toward her, he felt the edge of the ground. Underneath his foot was a chasm. How was he supposed to reach Arya!
Once Jon had calmed down, Gaius allowed them to visit Gendry. When she walked in, Arya was shocked. Jon took his place at the bedside and Arya stood at the foot of the bed.
Gendry's lips were grey and his face seemed white as snow. Not at all like the tan and tough Gendry she knew. It was amazing how quickly the powder had it's work. Arya put her hand over Gendry's toes and could feel the radiating heat through the layers of blankets.
How could she have done this to him? To Jon? To every loyal subject who adored Gendry's heart of gold? Arya didn't know how but she knew she was to fix what she had just done. Gendry had said he loved her. That scared Arya. She didn't know what it was like to be loved anymore.
"I'm sorry Jon." Arya said as she vacated the room. Arya had used up the antidote on Jon and her. Though she didn't want to, Arya had to face the Kindly Man. He would know if she was lying though. No, Arya was going to need help.
On her way to the temple, Arya decided to stop at Marchesa's. She prayed her friend would forgive her. Marchesa was the best liar there was. As Arya rounded the corner, she found Nymeria waiting for her at the steps of the brothel.
Arya felt terrible for neglecting her direwolf all day. Nymeria must have followed her and realized where Arya was headed. Arya smiled and stroked the wolf affectionately before entering the building.
The door opened and the music and drunken laughter ran through Arya's ears. A few of the girls welcomed her, while others steered clear. Arya's eye's didn't search long for there was Marchesa, behind the bar as she always was during daylight.
When their eye's met, Marchesa frowned a bit. Arya wished there was someone else she could go to but there was no one she could trust. Marchesa put down the bottle of liquor and walked toward Arya. "I thought you'd be in prison by now. My guessing system must be off since your hair isn't greasy." she greeted. Arya smiled awkwardly not knowing what to say.
Seeing a few of Gendry's men from the feast come in, Arya pulled Marchesa into the back room and locked the door. "I need your help Marchesa. I know your pissed and you have every right to be but, I made a mistake and I have to fix it." Arya pleaded.
Marchesa still didn't seem to be softening. "Fix it yourself, Cat. You are not my problem." she countered trying to reach the door.
Not wanting her to leave, Arya blurted out the truth, "The Bull King is dying and it's my fault, I need you to go to the Faceless Man and say Jon Snow is your lover and shares the fever with the king. He should give you a vial. I need you to bring it back to me. I'm willing to pay." Arya explained as she took out a pouch full of gold.
Marchesa put her hand up denying the money. "Who are you really, Cat? Tell me and I'll help you." the whore offered. Overcome with thankfulness Arya embraced her friend. When Marchesa pulled out, Arya wiped a tear that had fallen and for the first time in years said, "I am Arya Stark of Winterfell. Princess of the North."
Note: Awwww she's Arya for real! How sweet! Well the song I listened to while writing was Get up by Barcelona and there will be a new chapter Monday! Thanks for reading