Tyrion I

Snow was falling heavily, Tyrion could barely recognized the road, as they were headed towards the kingsroad. They weren't there yet, but they were on horses for quite awhile, Tyrion thought. He was still thinking about Jon and Daenerys' relationship. He wasn't sure how he felt about it. The King in the North had already bent the knee, she could have married someone else for an alliance. And if one of them died, how would this affect the other? He told his queen all of that but she wouldn't care to listen to him. She only said that she wasn't going to let a chance like this pass. If it was the end of the world, she wasn't going to miss the opportunity to be with the man she loved. Tyrion agreed with her, without openly saying it, as it was his role as hand of the queen to advise her despite his own emotions on certtain matters.

He became bored, not knowing what to do. He then looked at the man beside him. It was the smith Ser Davos had brought back from King's Landing. Bored, Tyrion initiated conversation with him.

"What's your story, smith?"

"Pretty surprising for a guy who grew up in Flea Bottom, I was trained by a smith from Qohor, who knew how to reforge Valyrian Steel. Then, I was on to join the Night's Watch to escape the Goldcloaks, but on my way there they catched me, and sent me to Harrenhal, which I escaped, thanks to Arya Stark who was quite involved in my story. I then tried to join the Brotherhood without Banners..." Gendry said.

"You're one of Robert Baratheon's bastard aren't you?" Tyrion asked

"How do you know that?" Gendry said. The boy was quite strong, but lacked some intelligence. Tyrion didn't blamed him though, he wasn't raised in court.

"It's the only time the goldcloaks left King's Landing. Joffrey really wanted your head." Tyrion said. He took a pause. Gendry looked terrified, as if the dragon queen knowing who his father was would endanger him. "Don't worry, she won't kill you. I'm the son of the man who betrayed her family and butchered babes, I'm her hand now. Jon Snow is the bastard of Ned Stark, one of the man who saw to the end of her family. Look where he stands with her now, it's only a matter of time before one of them proposes to the other."

"Then what would she do, if she's not going to butcher me?" Gendry asked, in a dry way.

"Give you more than you ever dreamt of. Tell me what's your name again?" The dwarf asked.

"Gendry. Is this somekind of joke?" The blacksmith said.

"Swear fealty to her, pledge to renounce all your family's claim to the iron throne and you could rise again as Gendry of the house Baratheon, Lord Paramount of the Stormlands, and lord of Strom's End. If we make it out of these wars alive." The hand of the queen said. Gendry obviously looked taken aback by the offer, he looked like he wanted to wake up, as if he were in a dream. He then shook his head in denial

"I never wanted to rule. I'd probably be shit at it too." Gendry said it in a way, that betrayed his face, looking into his eyes Tyrion thought he could read in his mind

"That's why I'm ready to give you hold of Storm's End, and not hold of the red keep. It's a generous offer for a bastard. Oh, but you look troubled. Don't like being called a bastard? I'll tell you one thing, bastard, the same thing I told Lord Snow. The world will never forget what you are, wear the name bastard like armor, and it can never be used against you. Look at Ser Davos, many nobles call him the Onionknight, trying to insult him, so what did he do when he was knighted? He took the onion and wore it on his coat of arms, so all can see him for who he is." Tyrion said it, and he knew that he had given the boy hope, like he could see the stag in the bastard's eyes.

And now the Stormlands are ours, Tyrion thought.