Gendry

Row. Row. Row, you bastard. Row, and never stop rowing. And he never did, even tough his arms, legs, his muscles, every single part of his body was aching badly, but he vowed to never give up. Davos has given him a rare chance to escape, and he would let the walkers take him before he would give it up. He had been rowing for 3 days now, but he didn't even completely know where he was going. He stopped rowing.

"Seven hells. Looks like I'm going to have to break my vow."

He did, but only very briefly. He took out a large chunk of bread and took a bite out of it. Gods, it had been 8 hours since he ate. He then took out a flagon of water, and drank deeply. Fuck. It's finished.

It was his third flagon of water, Davos had given him 4. He continued to row and row and row and row…..

What am I doing? He thought. Why am I going back to King's Landing? I'm going to fucking die there anyway… Only, I would die much slower than the death promised me by Stannis. I would work every single day,pound steel into anvils, receive little to nothing, and die breaking my fucking back. I'm not worth shit, it wouldn't matter to anyone if I just stayed here and starved.

Yet, his arms kept rowing and his lungs kept breathing. Even if there wasn't much worth in his life.

Row. Row. Row you bastard, row for your life. Row for…. Row for….. Dammit, there wasn't much worth to row for anymore. Gods, I never meant anything to anyone, not to my master, not to my mother, not to my father. The red woman told me that I was King Robert's bastard, but did he even know about me? He had never acknowleged me, never sent me money, never even came to VISIT my my mother? The only reason she kept me was because the other girls forced her to. My fucking master always yelled at me, insulted me, calling me a worthless little pig who meant nothing to the world.

Or so it seemed, he had always remembered that one day, the day he met Arya Stark, or 'Arry' as she called herself then. He had always known that she was a girl. Then again, who with half a brain couldn't see through her pathetic disguise? Yet, he thought the idea was perfect, he had always liked her, he had always had feelings for her. The day she revealed that she was a Stark of Winterfell, however, that felling grew more intense, more passionate, more serious. Then of course, there was the day she offered to go North with him and the brotherhood, he really should have went with her, instead of fucking around with that damned brotherhood, they had promised he would be one of them, it was a lie. A dirty, fucking, no-good… He began to feel faint.

But then it hit him like a warhammer in the balls. Of course! Arya! I must row for Arya more than anything else. She was his one true friend, the one good thing in his life. She had approached him with no selfish or lustful intentions, had saved his life twice, in order to repay a debt for saving HER life, and even said "I can be your family." As soon as those words entered his mind, he stopped rowing.

GODDAMIT, GENDRY WATERS! YOU STUPID FUCK, WHY IN ALL OF WESTEROS AND THE SEVEN HELLS DID YOU REFUSE HER?! SHE WAS YOUR ONE TRUE FRIEND, THE ONE WHO ACCEPTED YOU! STUPID! STUPID! STUPID! He cried, and cried and cried. He fell onto the deck of the rowboat and hit the wood. WHY? WHY? He sobbed.

"Arya… I'm so sorry." He said out loud.

"I forgive you." He heard a voice say. He looked around and realized he was hallucinating. But it didn't matter he touched the face of Arya, illuminated in the air, and cried.

"I'll be there, my lady. I'll be there, I promise I won't ever leave you again."

"Good, and don't call me 'my lady'." She punched him in the arm.

He won't ever DARE to give up now, not with his Lady Arya watching him. He rowed like he never rowed before, and even when he was hungry or tired, he continued to row with all his might. I WILL get to King's Landing, dead or alive. And If I get there alive, I will find Arya Stark, I will search all of Westeros, the free cities, the wall, beyond the wall. I'll even throw myself to the deepest depths of all the Seven Hells to find my Lady Arya, my blood wolf. And when I do, I'll get anyone, anyone at all, even Stannis, to turn me into Gendry Baratheon. And I will wed my blood wolf, even if it means death!

I'll…..I'll…

It was Night, Gendry was tired beyond measure, he began to black out.

Arya…Arya…

"Gendry." He heard the voice whisper. He looked up and saw his beloved blood wolf, in a wedding gown, and behind her…. Was the port of King's Landing.

He smiled happily, then everything went dark.

"Boy…Boy…. Boy!" The old man cried.

Gendry tossed and turned his head. Who is that? Where's my boat? Why does my head hurt?

"Get up boy. It's time for your breakfast."

"Where am I?"

"You're in a inn. We found you by the port, you didn't have much food in your belly, so I decided to take you in."

"Thank you, I owe you my life.

"No, what you owe me is 10 silver stags and a boat."

He searched his pockets desperately for money, and he found it, the single golden dragon that Davos gave him in case of emergencies.

"I suppose this will suffice?"

The old man jumped with joy.

"Of course! Of course! You can keep your bloody boat. Come! Come ! Break your fast with us.

Gendry followed the old man quickly down to the hall. He found himself in a large dining room, where the tables were filled with dishes of eggs, black bread, bacon and flagons of wine. "Help yourself boy." The old man said. The man then walked to the backroom to who seemed to be his wife, he flashed the coin Gendry gave him and she, too jumped with joy.

He quickly ate what was set up for him. He had never eaten anything so delicious in all his life, the wine however, wasn't as good as the wine the red woman gave him. Next thing he knew the old man sat down with him.

"How are you boy?"

"I need to talk to you."

"You are talking to me."

"What have you heard about the Starks?"

"The Starks? Why, the King in the North, and all of his solders are marching to the Wall, something about a white walker threat."

The Walkers? No, it's just a legend, there would be no way the Walkers were back, but if the Starks were going there…

"When's the next trip to the wall?"

"The recruiter's outside, now. They leave in five minutes."

Gendry quickly finished his wine.

"Thank you for your hospitality."He said. "Where is my sack?"

"It's over there." The man said pointing towards the chair.

"Thank You again, I won't forget this." He ran towards the chair and grabbed his sack. He opened the door and ran to the recruiter.

"I want to go to the wall."

The recruiter took out a VERY large piece of paper and said:

"Name?"

"Gendry Waters"

"Age?"

"Seventeen."

"Will you be taking the black, or temporarily fighting?"

"Temporary."

The recruiter scowled.

"Are you a solder of any House?"

"No."

"Are you a prisoner?"

"No."

"Then get onto that horse!"

He obeyed. Gendry looked around and saw not criminals, but normal folk, merchants, innkeepers, even some knights. He smiled to himself, and followed the group.

I'll find you, my lady, I swear before the old gods and the new, I WILL find you.