The Hype / Gendry Waters (2.8)

10. The Hype

Rieka moaned out, Gendry chuckled licking his lips.

"I forgot how good castle food is." She declared.

"It is better than the bowl of brown I ate for years, that's for sure." Gendry agreed. Cersei felt worse and worse, her baby, her little prince was eating something called bowl of brown.

"Whatever you want you shall have." Cersei declared. She had no love for robert but she loved her children, she loved her baby boy, her firstborn that she thought was long dead. Here he sat before her smiling, stuffing his face with food beside rieka. Rieka had a way of getting cersei what she wanted without even trying.

Rieka smiled running her hand through gendrys hair. Black. Thick black hair. Much better than blondes but damn she thought she had moved on from Lannister drama only to fall for cerseis undead son.

"That's a lovely necklace." Cersei offered.

"Gendry made it for me." Riela touched the arrowhead fondly. She rubbed the smooth surface in slow circles before letting her hand fall to her side again.

"Oh? You are a welder?" Cersei questioned

"Smith. Yes." He agreed

"And... what did you... what was your... did you have any... family?"

"My mother died when i was little. That's what they told me. That you died. Said she was a whore and i was placed in an orphanage." Gendry admitted. "Never really had family before meeting rieka." Gendry added. "She made me feel welcomed right away."

"She has a way of doing that." Cersei agreed. She stared back at him picturing her boy alone and unloved. "I didn't know if i had i would have come for you. I never would have let them... they told me..." cersei sobbed out and gendry moved to her hugging her tight.

"We have a lot of time to make up for." Gendry whispered against her.

Rieka smiled back at them gendry locked eyes with her over cerseis shoulder. Her lip caught between her teeth her hand fiddled with her arrowhead.

Gendry wanted to kiss those lips. He took good seat and hurried to eat down his supper. Riekas hand drew delicate patterns over his thigh under the table. Cersei asked him a million questions and gendry answered each one. He knew what the world said of lannisters. The lannisters wanted him dead not too long ago but riema assured him that was joffrey not cersei. Cersei wasnt a baby killer.

"I'm quite tired." Gendry admitted after supper. Rieka drank down the last of her wine.

"Of course." Cersei agreed getting up. She could have spent hours just watching him and rieka talk. She still thought she was dreaming. "I have chambers prepared for you both."

Gendry was amazed, the room Cersei had given him was fit for a prince.

"This is for me?" Gendry looked around, a canopy bed, his own personal chambers, and bathing suite. A balcony and sofa, more in this very room than he had ever had in his whole life.

"All for you."

"Rieka, ummm..." gendry hesitated. Was it strange to ask the girl he was falling for to stay the night with his... mother present? But he really didnt want her leaving. He would never find her if she went to another chamber.

"I will find my way back to my old chambers." Rieka added. "I have to... talk to gendry about something." Cersei winked back at her. Gendry blushed.

"Good night my sweet boy." Cersei held him a moment and he savored her gentle touch.

"Goodnight... mother." Gendry answered and it made cersei want to cry.

"Alright, see you in the morrow." Cersei agreed heading off feeling a weight lift off her shoulders.

"Your sister talked about you all the time." Gendry remarked as cersei left. "She talked nonstop actually". Rieka leaned in. "Nonstop really."

"I believe it." Rieka assured.

"But she didn't mention that this place was... so..." Gendry was in awe. Rieka waited for him to take it in before he looked back at her.

"What do you think Gendry,'' rieka asked between desperate kisses. "Did I live up to the hype?"