The bull and his she-wolf

Chapter 2

Arya couldn't sleep that night, being in her childhood's chambers, laying in the same bed, she played the day's events over and over in her head, she had been reunited with her family after six long years, she had met her stupid bull-headed boy again, she knew very well she wasn't the same person she was when she left king's landing she never wanted to be that stupid, naive and defenseless girl. She thought she could kill everyone on her list, she knew it would be struggle but she was too young to realize exactly how much struggle it would mean. When she went to Braavos she had learned to kill, she had learned more water dancing, and she had learned to wear a new face, not letting her past showing in her face. She wondered if he still would like to be in her pack, he belonged with her, there was something unspoken between them, he was hers and she belonged to him as much as he belonged to her. Still she was mad at him, he hadn't been looking for her, and she was mad at herself for not go out searching for him when the red priestess came for him. But she couldn't help that she had been captured by the hound, and being willing to reunite with her family just as he had promised, back then she was so naive and actually believed he spoke the truth, and in some wicked way, he had, but the complications like the red wedding, and their fight with Brienne and the boy whatever his name was, later she had went to make a ship take her back to Winterfell but they refused and she had followed the ship to Bravoos. But not once, during the six years abroad, she had forgotten his name, she hadn't forgotten her list and the names on it, and now she was back where she had started, being swifter and stronger than ever, ready to finish her list. She started to mumble her list again, "Cersei, Illyn Payne, The Mountain, Walter Frey..." Somewhere she felled into a restless sleep. 

Gendry woke up, taking bread and a cup of water on his way to the forge the dawn rising beyond the hills and fields of Winterfell. A light snowfall kept falling through the dawn, suddenly he saw light footsteps, so light he barely could make it out in the snow. He followed them, wondering who it might be, but in his heart he knew only one person being so light weighted, and he felt more sure when he saw the print of paws beside the footsteps, bigger than the footsteps itself. He followed the track into the Godswood, and he found her surveying the area under the Godtree, the small lake still being blue, it wasn't cold enough for the water to freeze, not just yet. "Why are you here?" He stopped dead in his tracks, thought he could sneak up on her, feeling stupid for even thinking the thought, He didn't know why he was here, he had only followed the tracks, or not only, he had wanted to see her, he had wanted to feel the lightness in his chest, like he had felt when they were travelling together, though they were far away from safety, and had a dangerous journey ahead of them he had felt safe with her beside him, knowing he had an honorable duty to protect her, the duty belonged to himself, feeling he was honorable and she needed his help. 

"You know you are staring stupid." She turned around to face him, and Nymeria trotted towards him her head almost reached his shoulder. He shook his head, "I'm sorry m'lady." She lunged at him and Nymeria left him to his miserable destiny, she pinned him to the ground, "Do not call me my lady." A frown in her face appeared when she felt his muscles beneath her, struggling to make it out of her grasp. He steeled his body and used his muscles to shift them, though she was fighting, he knocked her off him and stood up, his breath ragged. When he looked up she was nowhere in sight, A sudden weight leaped upon his back, he didn't even stumble over the extra weight which made her growl in frustration. She brought his arm back until he felt a sharp pain in it. "Yield?" He felt a smile tugging at his lips. "Never." She pulled his arm further back and he grunted, feeling the pain sharpen. He reached to her legs with his free arm, starting to bend away her legs around his waist. He felt the slippery root beneath his feet but it was too late, he felt the loss of balance with the extra weight on his back before they were sent stumbling to the ground, still wrestling. She laid beneath him and he saw her face for real for the first time in six years, he say how her hair were plastered to her forehead in sweat, her pale skin covered in small freckles, her big steel gray eyes, showed a depth he had never seen before, the eyes were framed with dark thick eyelashes, he saw her eyes falling on his lips and his falling on hers, he lowered his head to kiss her. It was all she needed to wrestle out of his grip, shifting their positions so she had a dagger at his throat... Again. "Now you are a dead boy." he smiled up at her, and he saw a small smile tugging at her lips too. "Try not to enjoy yourself too much." She slapped him across his face for his rude comment his face fell to the side, and he laughed out loud, and meeting her gray eyes. He saw her cheeks covered in a light shade of red, and he had never seen anything more beautiful than her, on top of him, with the light gray sky above them. He saw her breasts, he remembered when he had first noticed the tiny tops on her chest when they were travelling, now they were a hand full, at least, but still fitting with her slender body, back then she was just a girl with skin and bones, but now she had received muscles on her slender limbs, and had grown hips and breasts worthy of a lady. He noticed she wasn't wearing a dress like any other lady would, she wore breeches and tunic under her cloak. Gendry felt the snow seeping through his clothes, feeling desperate to get up, but didn't want to ruin the moment. He promised himself to never forget the image of her face, or the feeling he felt in his heart when they wrestled. He wriggled underneath her and she scrambled up, if he didn't know better he would think she had been embarrassed of sitting on his hips for so long. "Sorry m'lady, it was getting wet." Her face turned bright red at his words and she pushed him onto the ground once more, he laid there laughing his heart out at the sight of her. She stomped out of the woods as the sun were rising on the sky. Nymeria came running past him, stopping and glared at him, a low growl in her throat, cutting his laugh short.