The Other Targaryen Girl

Chapter 6

Alanora's POV:

     The first thing I felt was a gust of wind that cut through my bones. The first thing I saw was a blinding white light.

"Woah." I took a deep breath as my eyes adjusted to the light. Those of us who had never been beyond the wall remained speechless as we looked around. Jon and the wildings on the other hand continued on.

     The plan was to hike to the peak that Clegane saw in the fire. Apparently it was a message from the Lord of Light. Without any other plan we had no choice but to follow, and part of me was actually anxious to see if this peak would have what we needed.

     I felt like we had been walking for at least two hours now. Some would have small conversations and then carry on, but I remained quiet and just studied my surroundings. Trying to make a map in my head just in case we had to make a run for it. I don't think we'd have to though because we're probably going to die anyways.

"You've been quiet." Gendry startled me causing me to lose my train of thought.

"Just trying to take it all in." I replied with a shrug. "All living dead aside I think it's quite beautiful."

"It's too cold." He laughed as we continued walking.

"Can I ask you a question? Something has been bothering me since I met you." I looked over at him as he looked at the ground in front of him.

"Ask away." He hesitated.

"Why is it that the Lannisters want you dead? You said they killed your father, but who was your father exactly? And why did the brotherhood sell you to the priestess? Why'd she want to kill you?" I pressed and he looked a little taken back.

"That was more than one question." Gendry replied nervously scratching the back of his head. I continued to stare at him and await his answer. "I'll only tell you if you swear not to tell your sister." He looked over at me with a stoic face. "I need to be the one to tell her when the times right."

"I keep a lot of things from my sister. I don't think one more secret will cause much harm." I whispered.

"Well I'm um.... I'm Robert Baratheon's bastard, and his only living son. Cersei had every bastard in the city killed, but I was lucky and got away. The brotherhood sold me to the witch because she wanted to kill me and use my blood to help Stannis Baratheon win the Iron Throne. How that was suppose to work I don't know, but apparently she's the one who killed Renly." Gendry breathed out all at once. I was quiet for a moment thinking of how to reply to this new information. I could feel Gendry's eyes burning into my head as he examined my face.

"That's very unfortunate. I'm sorry that all happened to you." I offered a small smile and his face relaxed. "I won't tell my sister don't worry. I don't see you as a threat to her, and it's your story to tell...not mine."

Gendry started to laugh after I finished talking and I couldn't help the smile spreading across my face.

"What's so funny?" I pushed him on the shoulder.

"Nothing I—just... no one has ever said that they're sorry to me before." He smiled. "Well sorry for what I've been through. It caught me off guard is all."

"Oh." Was all I could say at the moment for I was slightly embarrassed and felt the heat pricking my cheeks and the tips of my ears. "The wind is picking up." I looked around and changed the subject, but I was telling the truth. The wind was blowing significantly harder and the snow rained down heavier.

     It was hard to see more than a few yards ahead of us as we stumbled through the storm. Tormund insisted that it wouldn't last long, but I begged to differ. Yet, I wasn't from here so what did I know.