The Dragon's Sister || Game Of Thrones (Under Rewrite)

Episode 6: Breaking The Wheel (Finale)

Gendry

Nightfall dawned, and a sense of unease weighed down Kings Landing like a heavy downpour. Beneath a clouded, dark sky sketched with glittering stars, the grounds were filled with distant chatter and sound as if it were early morning; guards took turns watching their posts, soldiers marched through the streets on patrol, food was being handed out to the young and old, and some civilians returned to their homes that still remained, the rest having left for the Red Keep. 

   In the Great Hall, where--in a different time--ceremonies, gatherings, and celebrations that held up to a thousand people were held to pronounce fulfilling moments, men and women gathered together felt anything but. The large gap on the ceiling had foreseen repairs, yet many would catch a glimpse of a large shadow or two if they looked up. And though it remained unscathed as the day they had taken the capitol, very few looked at the Iron Throne, and no one had come for it. 

   Men and women sat down at round, wooden tables with a stranger across from them. Others lingered around, keeping a watchful eye on those that they, for years, viewed as enforcers of a rival house or threat to their own. Some were no more than bandits, vigilantes, outlaws, pillagers--one was even a murderer of their king and queen. Another, a bastard son to the late Robert Baratheon. 

   Gendry sat down at one of the tables, his attention being one of the few men and women around him to be driven at the Iron Throne, his father's throne. Gendry had lived his entire life without family, never once realizing his father was alive; alive and a king to the city he was raised in. The boy hadn't even seen what the man looked like, only led to imagine him from the stories he heard around him. 

   A broad number of fruits and meats he had never seen before were scattered in front of him for the taking, but he couldn't stomach it. Not with his mind focused on something others wanted so desperately to forget. 

   He pulled his legs up from beneath the table and stood up from the chair. Gendry needn't take watch for another hour, but he'd prefer to stand outside and wait than stay in a hall filled with enemies and rivals. 

   Beside the throne, on its left and right, a table hosted their armies' lords and knights, and two foreigner women. 

   "Gendry." 

   With little conversation made in the Great Hall was quickly silenced at the sound of a woman's voice, bringing eyes and ears onto her, including Gendry. Daenerys turned her gaze to him. He hadn't yet met her in person before, only her sister did he greet in Winterfell to forge a weapon for a companion of hers. Her voice and demeanor were collected, and her voice was calm and gentle. 

   Her sister sounded the opposite. 

   "That is your name, yes?" Daenerys questioned. 

   Gendry blinked. For a second, he thought he were dreaming; meeting Daenerys Targaryen, daughter of Aerys II, the person who had come for his father's throne. "Yes, Your Grace." He responded. 

   "You are the son of Robert Baratheon, correct?" 

   More eyes landed on Gendry and were shared onto him and then to Daenerys. Beside her, Jon, and Sansa next to him, a mixture of tension and silence plastered on their faces. Tyrion stiffened and Jorah glanced at his queen. 

   "I am his bastard son." Gendry said, slowly and reluctantly. 

   Daenerys kept her eyes on his figure. "You are aware that he tried to have me, and my sister murdered and nearly eliminated our house?" She pushed.