Game of Thrones: New Era

Chapter 35 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.

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Arya

Arya let out a sigh as she dropped her helmet onto the floor of the throne room.

'So now they know, I was the Silent Warrior all along. I was the one who guided Gendry to the foundations of Casterly Rock which led to his victory there. I fought and killed that man, fought Tywin Lannister and now I've stopped Cersei...Saving Tommen so he could surrender and end this war.' She thought to herself.

They had told her she couldn't come along, that she wasn't ready for such a thing as war. Yet here she was, she had survived, she had fought and she had achieved much.

She shook her head. 'They cannot deny it now, they have to understand, I'm not just going to sit by and wait for my fate to be decided, I can't do that...Because I...I...'

She bit her lip and forced herself to focus; especially as, now her identity was revealed, Robb was shaking his head, although he looked far from angry, much to her surprise.

"Arya..." He said, rather calmly. "I told you to stay home."

Arya replied at once, her tone harsher than she intended. "I couldn't, you don't understand, you never understood me, my reasons for wanting to do this."

"Arya..." Robb tried to explain.

Arya however didn't want to hear any excuses, she had to get her story across.

She spoke at once, cutting Robb off.

"Robb, you don't understand, neither of you did. You wanted me to stay home, for what? I came with you and fought alongside you, I helped Gendry claim the throne, that is all that is left to me. My only hope." She said at once.

"It's the only way I was able to do something worthwhile; the only thing I could do to make a change, or...anything. What would be left for me otherwise, wait at Winterfell for you to marry me off to a stranger."

She was close to losing her temper. She fought to control her breathing.

She then spoke again, before either of them could interrupt. "Don't lie to me, that's what's you have in mind, what else did you want from me? It's not as if I could help Gendry any other way, he needs someone suitable, not me even though I..."

She stopped herself just in time, unable to believe what she nearly revealed.

"Arya, are you saying that…?" Robb gasped and she groaned.

Gendry smiled softly but Arya was now furious with herself; she had practically blurted out the fact that she was indeed in love with Gendry. The one who had respected her for who she was, but now, now it was out in the open; it was too late.

As a result she knew now she had just ruined everything she had accomplished. She would no doubt face ridicule for that, especially once Gendry married whoever was to be his Queen, leaving her with very little options.

Robb shook his head, but before he could reply, Gendry gently put a hand on his shoulder, as well as smiling softly at her.

"Arry...There's...a lot to deal with right now, but I have to give an important speech later, I need you to promise me you'll come and listen." He told her. "You may, hear something important to you, very important."

She blinked, confused. "Gendry?"

He continued. "In the meantime, while your brother and I handle things here, I'd like you to go and get that arm seen to and any other injuries you may have. Please, I'd like you to recover as soon as possible."

Robb nodded at last. "Yes, Gendry is right; we may still need your help and that will be best if you are fully recovered. There is still much that needs to be fixed after all."

Arya bit her lip; she couldn't deny they made good points, so, with a soft sigh she nodded. Cradling her injured arm close to her body, feeling the comfortable weight of Needle strapped to her back, she left the throne room.

She couldn't deny she was confused by Gendry's words, yet also intrigued. Doing her best to ignore the shrieking and protests of a struggling Cersei Lannister as she was dragged from the throne room, Arya left and began to make her way out of the Red Keep.

Emerging out into the sunlight of the city, Arya stopped and took a breath. She looked around; already people were at work, trying to repair the damage to the building, to get injured people aid and various other tasks.

Now the helmet no longer covered her head, or any sort of head covering, she was able to feel the warmth of the sun properly. The fact the battle was over seemed to make her feel relaxed for a change. All the same, she remained wary as she began to walk down the steps and through the city.

'Look at them all, they cannot believe it. Urgh, I can tell what some of them are thinking.' She thought to herself as she walked. 'Yeah it's true, live with it, a woman fought with you, a mere girl as you would say.'

Some of them however smiled at her; they were the Northerners, particularly those that served Robb directly, the ones who knew her and who had her whole life.

She noticed a difference between them and the others. 'They are least seem proud that I'm here, happy for me.'

Taking some solace in that she stopped by a fountain; she used her good arm and washed her face. Once she finished she sighed as she considered her reflection.

The blood and grime that was around her eyes was gone now, so too was the perspiration that covered her face. Instead the water merely covered it, some dripping down. Satisfied however she stood and continued on her way to the infirmary.

Finally, after some time, she made it to the medical tent outside the city. Entering Arya froze, sucking in a breath, for there, in the tent was Sansa. Sansa was kneeling on the floor, next to the bed that the mortally wounded Sandor Clegane was lying in. Sansa's eyes widened too as she saw Arya.

"Sansa..." Arya began.

But she didn't need to say anything, Sansa's eyes said it all; she recognized the armour Arya was wearing, she knew Arya was the Silent Warrior whom she had tried to talk to before.

However Arya noted that Sansa did not seem to berate Arya, instead, returning her attention to Sandor. Despite it being clear that nothing could be done, Arya said nothing, not wanting to cause Sansa any more pain. Instead she went to the nearest healer who merely shook her head as she examined Arya's injuries, not showing any concern about Arya's gender, which she was grateful for.

The woman quickly got to work treating Arya's injuries, including her broken arm.

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