Author's Note: I'm so sorry this chapter is a day late! I got home from work yesterday to get a call from my adviser and I got accepted to a study abroad trip to London! So after I got off of the phone I had to fill out forms and I was tired, so I'm uploading this in class haha. Enjoy!

As Arya helped load things onto the ship, she found herself watching two children play knights. They looked so free and happy. In fact, everyone around her looked as if it was time for another feast! Arya could not find a single frown and for the first time since her father's death felt content. It was a bright and was proving to be a mild Bravosi winter. Arya wondered what Winterfell was like this late into Winter.

Not wanting to drop a crate, Arya let her mind wander back to the task at hand. She and Jon set down the crate on top of three others in the storage room below deck. The siblings walked back to get more things only to find a group of seamen had taken the last of it to the boat.

"It's time to bid farewell to out host." Jon suggested. Arya nodded her head and walked into the palace with her brother close beside her. Jon had wasted no time getting Arya caught up with Westerosi news ever since he learnt of Arya returning. She knew that Sansa was given a son by Tyrion two years past who was called Ned and had found out that Sansa was child again just before Gendry and Jon left. Bran had finally set a date for his wedding, a near three months after their ship is set to dock in Kings Landing so Arya will have to leave immediately to make it on time.

Arya didn't mind though, for she longed to breathe in the winter snows and tun through the glass forest. Bran was getting married. How strange to think the boy she last seen at eleven was seven and ten, ready to wed.

The siblings entered the great hall to see Gendry saying his goodbye's to the Sealord. When the men saw the Starks walk in, they changed their attention to the subject of weather which made Arya wonder what the two men had previously discussed. "Ah, Lord Commander! You know winter better than any of us oafs! Take a route South, then North, or North and across to King's Landing this time of Winter? the fat Sealord questioned.

"South. This far into Winter, it would be foolish to try the short way." Jon replied.

Gendry nodded his head and he and Jon left to tell the ship's captain of the decision, leaving Arya with the Sealord. "My Lord, thank you for being such a gracious host." Arya started.

Without replying, the Sealord pulled a knife and tried to get Arya in the neck. She ducked and caught the man's arm, knocking the dagger from his hand. Arya hit the back of the Sealord's head, rendering him unconscious and ran from the hall. Gendry was in danger. This had to be the work of The Faceless Man.

The former assassin reached the ship just as an arrow hit Gendry's left shoulder. His men wasted no time returning fire as Jon moved the King below deck in case of other arrows.

Arya sprang into action and ran up the ramp to the ship. As she was trying to untie the ropes anchoring the ship at bay, a group of men moved in on the boat. The sailors spent little time lifting sails as the captain started to steer them away from the bay.

The ship moved away from the dock but the team of assassins only jumped onto the boat. Arya drew her sword and went to work on the man she assumed to be their leader. Arya had never encountered a fellow Faceless Man since Jaqen and wished she hadn't now.

After swiftly slitting the man's throat as he attempted to jump down on her, Arya examined the scene at hand. There were five other men fighting some soldiers and Arya stabbed the nearest man, freeing up a white cloak.

The other soldiers had used a sail to push off three other assassins. That left the one fighting the guard to the lower quarters. Arya came up behind, just before the assassin in black stabbed the guard and she twisted his head, breaking the neck.

As Arya stood up, she found many of the soldiers staring at her. Arya realized how odd it must be to see a highborn lady fighting better than most of the men on the ship. She let herself chuckle before remembering Gendry's injury.

Although the guard looked horrified, he allowed Arya to go down to the chambers. When she entered, Jon was standing across the room from the bed that a bleeding Gendry was in. Gaius had removed the arrow and was closing up the bleeding arteries. Gendry's face was pale and his bed was drenched in blood.

Suddenly, Arya felt herself start to panic. There couldn't be much blood left in his body and if the arrow was poisoned. Arya felt Jon wrap his arms around her shoulder and she leaned in to the embrace. She would never forgive herself if something happened to Gendry.

Gendry opened his eyes and saw Arya beside him. He tried to sit up but felt the stabbing pain in his shoulder and grimaced. His ship had been attacked as they were leaving the bay.

Feeling stupid for not suspecting it, Gendry felt the pain intensify and moved his hand over the bandages. "Don't do that," Arya said lowering his hands, "Gaius said not to upset the wound." she explained.

For the first time since the feast, Gendry examined Arya. Her grey eyes looked worried but her face showed relief. Her cheekbones were more defined than they had been as a child and her braid nearlt fell to her breast.

Involuntarily, Gendry's hand caressed Arya's cheek. Instead of pulling away, Arya leaned in and looked comforted by Gendry's touch. He let his hand linger a while before lowering it.

Arya was the first to break the silence and Gendry wished she hadn't, "I didn't know about the attack I swear. I t-, I tried to stop it." she said.

"I know, Arya." Gendry assured her. he didn't want her to feel as if he didn't feel trust her. Gendry knew he cared for her greatly but was not ready to lower his guard with her completely. After all, she was the she-wolf.

The small girl nodded her head as she shed a tear. Gendry moved to wipe it away and Arya turned her head from him. Dejected, Gendry lowered his hand and looked at Arya.

"Arya, what is wrong?" Gendry asked. Arya turned to look at him and just as she opened her mouth to speak, Thoros barged in. Swearing under his breath, Gendry motioned for Thoros to approach and Arya left.

When the door closed, Gendry didn't try to hide his frustration, "Seven hell's, Thoros! What is so urgent?" he demanded.

Thoros lifted an eyebrow in judgement before replying, "The Lady Sansa has had a stillborn." the adviser revealed.

Gendry banged his head against the back of the wall, "Do Jon and Arya know?" he asked. Thoros said Arya dd but that Jon had been working all day and hadn't stopped.

That was what Arya's problem was. Gendry felt sad for Sansa and Tyrion. They were so excited about having another child. Gendry worried how Tyrion was taking it. "Is there anything else?" Gendry asked.

Thoros paused a moment. Gendry was shocked to see he actually looked worried. "The Targaryen girl is coming to Kings Landing upon our arrival. She will not state what she wants but rumor is she will bring the dragons." he said.

This information made Gendry's skin crawl. The last thing he wanted in Kings Landing were dragons.

Note: Oh snap! Dany is coming! This chapter I wrote while listening to What I've Become and I have no clue who its by but its good! Review please!