A/N: Hi guys, sorry for the long update, I know it's been a while. I've been so preoccupied with school and picking my options and stuff. Hope you guys enjoy this and please review! X
Gendry rubbed his arm and winced. Arya watched him intently as she devoured her bread, a smirk played on her lips."What's wrong with you?" She asked, fully aware of the problem."You hit me too hard, M'lady." Gendry replied, he might as well give her the satisfaction.
She threw her head back in laughter and even Gendry chuckled. "You should never underestimate a water dancer, Your Grace! And don't call me M'lady." She replied seriously, jumping gracefully off her ledge she'd been seated on and placing her wooden sword back in the armoury.
After an hour or two of Arya driving him crazy with her ceaseless energy, Gendry began to tire. There was still so much of Winterfell to be seen, but Gendry hadn't rested properly in days. Every movement required more effort and he found it hard to concentrate. It didn't help that he was aware of the fact that he would soon have the fate of Westeros on his shoulders.
He explained to Arya that he needed to rest and she looked disappointed but understanding. They headed back to the Hall where food had been laid out, hoping Gendry may be less tiresome if he ate. It was evening so most of the village had gathered. The music was raucous and invigorating. It gave Gendry a new burst of energy to be round these Northerners and soon he found himself tearing into succulent meats and drinking ale. Before long he soon became slightly unaware of his actions.
Gendry and Arya were seated with her Father on the dais along with the rest of the Stark family. Gendry turned to Arya and looked at her bleary eyed. "You, M'lady, look very comely in your dress tonight!" He said to Arya, slightly slurred. "Stupid bull! I'm not even wearing a dress!" She replied, slightly aggravated. "You've had too much ale Gendry, go to bed." Arya said calmly.
"No! I'm enjoying the celebration, leave me in peace. In fact, why don't you go upstairs and we can errr-ya know?" Gendry retorted, raising his eyebrows suggestively. That was when Arya slapped him.
Arya's POV
The entire hall turned at the sound of skin slapping skin and silenced. At this point for the first time in her life that Arya felt like a lady. She would not be spoken to as if she was some common whore. She was a Stark! She would of slapped anyone who had said that to her, she felt powerful. She turned towards her family. "Goodnight Father, Mother." Arya nodded and exited the hall, completely ignoring Gendry who was slumped in his chair, trying once more to stay awake. The silenced slowly ebbed away as it was replaced by music once more.
Arya returned to her room, furious. Stupid Bull! He was so drunk he probably wouldn't even be able to distinguish the forge from the stables. It was at times like these that she found him repulsing, how could a man who gets like that when he's drunk be King? Because he is a good man. Arya knew the answer to her question.
Arya undressed and clambered into her bed under the warm furs. She was so annoyed at Gendry that she found sleeping a difficulty. A slight comfort was that she knew Gendry would be sorry in the morning but she would show no forgiveness, she was a Stark and they were stubborn. When Arya did eventually fall asleep, she dreamt of Harrenhal.
A/N: hi guys, this is a bit if a weird chapter, I just wanted something to ease me back into the story and I thought this was ok. As always, please let me know what you think.