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18:47 Juh 0 Comments

He wasn't sure of how that had started. One minute, he was in the inn, drinking and eating and dreaming of a warm bed (since he and Arya were travelling and, in the past few days, they were sleeping in the woods). Now, he's here, outside, in the cold night, fighting a man bigger than him in height and width.


What had caused that? Arya, of course. She was the troublemaker. She should be here, in his place, fighting the strange. He would let her fight. She knew how to take care of herself. "Just come back alive and try not to ruin your sword. I'm a smith, not a miracle worker. ", he used to say to her.


They were just eating and drinking when the man entered the inn, looking for trouble. Being a knight, he would solve the issue, but Arya, being Arya, had to speak up and challenge the strange. 


"I won't fight a woman!", the man practically spat the words. "But you can warm my bed later."


And that had been the reason. Not Arya, to be honest, but the way that man had treaten her! Gendry would never accept anyone mistreating a woman. He had seen enough of that with his mother and now, as a knight, it was his duty to stand up for those who couldn't do it for themselves (what wasn't Arya's case, but still).


The fight was reaching its end and Gendry had advantage. Until a stupid rock decides to move under his foot. He lost his balance and fell to the ground. 


He saw the other sword coming down towards him, but another sword crossed its way and saved him. The man, taken by surprise, didn't last long against her. Arya was fast in her water dance and the man was too hurt to even hold his sword in no time.


Only when she reached out to help him to stand he realized he was still laying on the ground.


"Are you hurt?"


"Nothing serious."


They started to walk back to the inn. Gendry should know what was coming when she smiled at him.


"I defeated a man bigger than you. Remind you of when I used to beat you when we were younger?" 


"Like that ever happened..."


"It happened. Several times!"


"Because I used to let you win."


She stopped in front of him, hands on her hips and a determined look on her face. The picture of stubbornness.


"Then prove it. Fight me. Now."


"No, M'lady. I'm not gonna fight you now. My meal is getting cold inside the inn and a warm bed is waiting for me. Now, you can join me or you can go swing this sword against a tree. I, personally, don't care."



He passed through her and she soon joined him. 

"You're a liar."


"Why?"


"You care."


He didn't need to look at her to know she was smiling. He didn't bother denying. That was a well known fact. He cared about her. She didn't like to admit, but she cared about him too.

30 Prompt Table: 9 - dress

22:26 Juh 0 Comments

She is still not sure of her choice. She would feel so much better on simpler clothes. But, no. Not this time. This time, she's gonna step out of her comfort zone. She will do it for him.

Sansa and Catelyn presents her dozens of options but she doesn't really like any of them.

She's running out of a time and will end up having to accept the ones she classified as plan B, C or D. She needs to find a plan A. She doesn't want to ruin this, not just because of Gendry, but because of herself.

30 Prompt Table - 9: dress

19:34 Juh 0 Comments

He was sick of all the Stark brothers smirking at him while he waited for Arya. He wasn't her date, they already knew that. But since when this stopped them of making stupid jokes?

So he sighed, put a poker face on and waited. Arya was taking an eternity to get ready. She'd probably show up in jeans and an old band T-shirt. No, they were going to celebrate her parents anniversary. She would dress up for the occasion. He hoped. After all, he was wearing a suit because she asked (ordered).

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At the park

22:13 Juh 0 Comments

Title: At the park


They were at the park, lying on the grass and watching the wind move the leaves. She didn't want to talk about the exchange, not now. That was one of those perfect moments when they didn't need to fill the silence. They were comfortable enough with each other to remain quiet for long periods, just smiling, like they shared some private joke.

But of course, he had to destroy the moment.

"When are you going?"

"Saturday."

"This saturday? After tomorrow?"  She nodded. "How long?"

The King's Road

00:29 Juh 0 Comments

He found the youngest Stark girl playing "swords" with a boy, by the river. Sticks in hand, they attacked each other with little skill, but that was part of the fun. Lady Arya had some talent, though. Her blows hit the boy more than his hit her and despite his size, she had some advantage.

Before he could ask to join them (because in his mind, four-and-ten wasn't too old to play), he heard loud, angry voices in the camp. Some guards didn't have much to do, but had a lot of wine to drink, what was never a good combination. He walked to them, his presence enough to cease the fight and create silence. He called some servants and ordered them to take the wine away.

"Since you can't control your actions, you'll have no more wine until we reach King's Landing. And if I hear that any of you got into another fight, you won't reach the town!"

The guards, two Lannister men, were clearly displeased, but they nodded and bowed to their prince. Gendry walked away, back to the river to play with the kids that were not much younger than him. He wanted to forget he was prince, even for a few moments. Just play and laugh and not think that  he was almost five-and-ten. He could be married in a few months.

When he found out that Lord Stark was bringing his daughters to King's Landing, he thought his father had arranged his marriage with Sansa Stark. It didn't look like that was the plan, though. The girl had an obvious preference for Joffrey, only the Gods knew why. And the youngest Stark, well, was too young. Arya couldn't be more than 10 or 11 while he was almost 15. He would be nine-and-ten when she reached proper age. No, Lord Eddard had brought her for another reason, to keep her sister company, probably. A failed mission, for what he knew. Arya and Sansa didn't seem to spend much time together.

Dark King, Dark Prince

22:24 Juh 0 Comments

The house was dark and silent, like a haunted castle. That was exactly what he used to think of his father's house. His house, he still had trouble forcing those words through his brain. A haunted castle of a fallen king. Haunted by the ghost of the woman he loved, Lyanna Stark.

Gendry knew the story, everyone did. Robert and Lyanna were engaged and and he loved her more than anything. But apparently her love for him wasn't big as his for her, 'cause she broke up with Robert, found a new love and had a kid with him. She had died on the birth and the baby was raised by Ned Stark 'cause the father had died as well, in weird circumstances. He had been shot by a man in a car, on the road by the river. The cops never find out who did and justice was never given to Lyanna's new love.

That had happened 26 years ago. One year before Gendry was born. One could say that Robert was getting over Lyanna, but fathering bastards was a pastime for Robert Baratheon. Gendry knew he had siblings, none of them born inside a marriage. He suspected that the oldest, Mya, had been conceived while Robert was still engaged.