Thank you for all the reviews that I got for Chapter 2! :) It's wonderful to see that you like this story ^^

Sorry for the delay (again) I used to post chapters every day or every two days, but I was travelling and I had trouble writing this chapter. Finally I made it today!

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For the next days, Gendry was unable to look at Sandor or Sansa straight to the face. Arya had been amused when she saw him meeting Sansa, and saw him turning red when he learnt who the auburn-haired beauty was. But the real amusement for Arya had come when Gendry had met Sandor. Sansa was confused as to why both her sister and Gendry were acting in such a strange way around her and her husband, but Sandor wasn't fooled. He knew what made Arya and Gendry uncomfortable, and he glared at them. Thankfully the entire matter was forgotten some days later.

Gendry had Bran's approval to stay in Winterfell for as long as they wanted, and he started working as a blacksmith for the castle. He was very good, and he had kept learning while he was in Dorne. Arya visited him in his work place as often as she could, and she did not care at all about the disapproving looks and whispers of many of the people that lived in the castle. Besides, what was wrong about her visiting Gendry? They were just friends! Gendry did seem a little bit uncomfortable about those looks and whispers, thought.

"Arya… Maybe you should stay away from me" he said one day. He was working on a sword, and his chest was bare and sweaty from all the hard work. Arya was sitting down on a stool watching, remembering one time at Harrenhal when she had done the same thing. "Us being friends… it's not proper. Not for a lady like you and… well, and a bastard like me."

"You are stupid" she said. She had an apple on her hand, and she bit it. It was cold outside, it had been snowing during the entire previous night, and so she was wearing a white fur cloak. "We can be friends if we want to, who are they to say anything against it?"

Gendry didn't say anything, he just stared at her while he held the sword that he was making in his hand.

Arya shrugged. "Besides, I'm of the ladies of Winterfell. I can do as I please, and I will order them to shut up if all their whispering and murmuring bothers you. And if they don't obey, well…" she sighed. "Then I guess that we'll have to punish them!"

Gendry opened his eyes and stared at her in shock.

"That's not necessary, Arya!"

She rolled her eyes before looking at him.

"I'm not being serious, stupid. But they won't know that, will they?"

Gendry thought about it for a second and then he shrugged before getting back to work.

"I've heard whispers about your sister too" he murmured them, sounding as if he was shy or unsure whether to speak those words or not. When he saw that Arya was listening to him and her face was serious, he proceeded. "And her husband."

"What have you heard?"

Gendry looked uncomfortable.

"Well… they say that… Forget it."

Arya was not going to forget it. She might have hated her sister when they were younger, but now she loved her, and she would not tolerate anything bad to be said about her.

"I know what you heard about her and Sandor" she said, her voice hostile. Gendry shot her a quick glance, but said nothing. "If you ever dare to say anything bad about my sister…

"I won't" Gendry said, and he was sincere, so Arya spoke no more of the matter.

"My sister is going to go away" she said then, and she was sad. Once again, Gendry stopped working to listen to her. "She and Sandor are going to move to the Dreadfort, you know? All the Boltons are dead, and the Queen has given them that castle. They are going to be Lord and lady Clegane of the Dreadfort."

"And you don't want them to go" Gendry understood that sadness. Arya nodded. "You can go with them."

"And leave Winterfell and Bran and Rickon?" Arya could not leave Winterfell behind again, she couldn't. She feared that if she ever left again, she would never come back this time. No, she would have to say goodbye to her sister. Besides, Sansa would be fine, she had her husband, she was going to be very happy. While Arya would be alone… "Would you go with me?"

"What?" Gendry asked, not understanding.

"Would you go with me? If I left Winterfell" Arya said, looking at him straight in the eye. "Or do you want to stay here?"

There were a few moments of silence until Gendry said, without a trace of doubt in his voice:

"I will go wherever you go if you want me to, m'lady."

And with that he bowed his head and continued working. Arya didn't say anything, she just stood up from the stool and left the smithy, walking back to the castle. She felt strange: usually she got mad whenever Gendry called her 'm'lady'. Today, however, she felt kind of happy, and she couldn't stop herself from smiling.

She encountered Bran being carried by Hodor on one of the hallways. Bran called her name to get her attention and she stopped walking and smiled at her younger brother.

"Arya, would you invite your friend Gendry to have supper with us tonight?" Bran asked, making Arya frown. Gendry? Having supper with the Starks?

"Sure" she nodded. She actually really liked the idea, she wanted Gendry to be closer to her and her family… She wanted him to feel like family. "I'll go and tell him."

She just hoped that Gendry didn't decline the offer… which he nearly did.

"Why would a high lord invite me to supper with him?" he asked, clearly very confused. He had that pained expression that he always had whenever he was thinking too hard.

"You are my friend, I'm sure he just wants to know you a bit better" Arya guessed. "And you and I both escaped King's Landing together, and we were through a lot together. Maybe he wants to hear your side of the story!"

"My side of the story? Bloody hells, Arya, I can't go, it's not… proper."

She was starting to get really annoyed with all the proper things.

"If you don't go, you can kiss Winterfell goodbye" she warned him before walking away… again. What she had just said wasn't true, she wouldn't kick Gendry out of Winterfell, and neither would Bran. But she really wanted very badly that Gendry accepted.

Sansa, Bran, Rickon and Jon talked a lot to Gendry during supper, which eventually made him feel more comfortable between them. He had been quite tense at first, surrounded by all those highborn people, and he wasn't used to it. Practically all the highborn people that he had met during his life had not treated him well, and many of them had tried to kill him for various reasons. They asked him about his work, about his short stay in Dorne, about how he and Arya had met… They laughed a lot specially when he told them how he had discovered that she was a girl, although he was embarrassed to tell them how he had addressed her until she confessed the truth.

Arya hadn't paid a lot of attention to her siblings and Gendry taking. She had been distracted talking to Sandor and Ygritte, who had similar interests to those that she had, so it was easier and more entertaining to talk to them. Also, Sandor had news for her.

"I've heard word that Walder Frey is back at the Twins" he rasped, making Arya's face grow pale and her eyes go wide. "That rat has been hiding since the war ended, but now he has nowhere else to go. Huh. I'll say that's a bad decision that he made."

"Are you sure?" Arya asked. She didn't notice that her lower lip was trembling and that her hands were shaking.

Sandor nodded. Arya remembered the Red Wedding, and the memories came back to her like images in front of her eyes. She remembered when she saw the mutilated body of her brother Robb, beheaded and with the head of his direwolf in place of his. She had sworn that she would get her revenge… The Boltons were dead, and now it was the time for Walder Frey to pay. It had all been because of his treason… Because of him, Robb and her mother were dead.

She looked at Sandor in the eyes, and she could see that he knew perfectly fine what she was thinking.

"Take me to the Twins" she said, her voice serious and practically emotionless. "I'm going to kill him."

Everybody fell silent then, and they all looked at Sandor. Arya could see Sansa and Ygritte from the corners of her eyes, and she saw that they both silently agreed to what she wanted to do. Ygritte had been a spearwife, she had no trouble with the thought of Arya killing anybody. And Sansa… Sansa had killed her first husband to safe her life and get revenge for what had happened to her son. It had been an accident, sort of, but that did not matter. What mattered was that Sansa approved. Jon knew better than to tell Arya what she could and what she could not do; Bran was perfectly aware that Arya would not care what he had to say; Rickon was silent. He wanted revenge too, though he never said anything.

It was Gendry the one that suddenly jumped on his chair.

"What?! Are you mad?!"

She ignored him.

"Are you going to take me there?" she asked Sandor.

He turned his head t the side to look at Sansa and Bran, checking if anyone had anything to say against it. When he saw that neither one of them was going to stop them, he stared back at Arya and nodded.

"How do we do it?" she wanted to know.

"You were trained in the House of Black and White by the Faceless Men, weren't you?"

"Until you popped out of nowhere in Braavos and took me away to Meeren, yes."

"Then it will be easy enough. I'll make sure that you get inside and stay out of trouble, then you take care of the old decrepit. You can avenge your mother and brother then."

Yes, she was going to make Walder Frey pay. She would make him suffer. She would never forget the sight of her dead brother with the head of Grey Wind on his shoulders. She wanted to cry when she remembered that.

Gendry pulled her out of her thoughts.

"Arya, you can't…" he was saying. He appeared to be nervous. "It's too dangerous."

"I'll be fine, Gendry."

"No, you won't" he insisted. "That castle will be filled with people, you can't just go in and kill its lord, they will kill you first! And even if you do kill him, how do you get out? You are only two people, Arya, two people…"

"We escaped Harrenhal, remember? And you escaped the Red Woman."

"With help!" he exclaimed. He appeared to have forgotten that he was with the entire Stark family, and he was practically yelling at one of them. "Why don't you send a raven to the Dragon Queen? She can get Walder Frey out of the Twins and you can go to the execution. Kill him yourself, if you want, but do it once it's safe to do it!"

"I want to kill him in the same place where he betrayed and murdered my family!" Arya shouted, and Gendry stared at her in silence, a little bit shocked. Arya was furious, and she still wanted to cry. She could feel the tears stinging in her eyes. "And neither you nor anyone will stop me from doing it!"

She stood up from the table and stormed out of the dining room, and Sansa followed her.

"Arya! Arya!" Sansa stopped her in the middle of the hallway. Arya was already crying when Sansa caught her. "Arya, it's alright… It's alright…"

"No, Sansa, it's not alright… You don't know how horrible it was, seeing our brother there, dead with Grey Wind's head sewn to his shoulders…"

Sansa took a deep breath. It was hard for her to imagine such a thing.

"I can imagine, Arya, believe me… I can. But maybe Gendry is right? Maybe you should wait…"

Arya snapped.

"How did you feel when they told you that your son was dead?"

She had never seen her sister so pale. She could tell that she was trying to control the anger that had suddenly filled her inside.

"My son is not dead" Sansa hissed.

She kept saying that every time, that her son wasn't dead. She kept repeating her version, that her baby had been stolen by Joffrey and Cersei when he was born, but the truth was that Sansa had run away and no one had ever seen that baby, dead or alive. They all believed that she was crazy.

"Fine, but ether way… if he is dead, or if he was stolen, it doesn't matter. He was taken away from you. How does that feel, Sansa?" Arya said in a quiet voice. "You killed the man that hurt you… So don't you understand me? I need to kill the man that did that to my mother and brother. And I need to do it myself, I can't wait. He is old, he can die any day, and I don't want him to leave this world peacefully and warm in his bed."

That, Sansa could understand. That was why, when Arya was going to leave with Sandor and Jon a few days later to go to the Twins, she went to tell her goodbye and wish her luck. Jon and Sandor were saying goodbye to Ygritte and Sansa, and Arya used that moment to walk to were Gendry was standing.

"So… I guess that you are not coming" she said.

"This is madness, Arya" was all he said.

"I need to do this. For my family, Gendry!" she tried to explain to him, but he wouldn't understand her. How could he? He had no family. It made Arya feel mad. "So, I will ask you again. Will you come with me, or not?"

Gendry thought about it for a second, not taking his blue eyes off her.

"I will not go and watch you kill yourself" he replied then. "I will not stand there as I lose you again. I will not help you with this madness."

She wanted to yell and punch him. But she did neither one of those things. Instead, she stared at him coldly, and when she spoke, her voice was just as cold and deadly.

"So much for 'I'll go wherever you go if you want me to, m'lady'" she spat.

Before gendry could say anything back, she turned her back on him and walked away. She mounted her horse and went to join Jon and Sandor, and together, the three of them rode away from Winterfell, starting their way towards the Twins.

So, I think I could have done a better job, but this chapter was kind of tricky and I'm sleepy. However, I hope that you liked it :)

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