STRANGE TRAILS ━━ gendrya

Meet Me In The Woods

how long, baby, have I been away?
oh, it feels like ages, though you say it's only days
there ain't language for the things I've seen, yeah
and the truth is stranger than my own worst dreams

"Can I speak with you?" Was the first thing Arya said to Jon as she rounded the corner into his room.

Ser Davos and Sansa were also in the room which was a surprise but Arya looked past it and put her steely gaze to her brother.

"What do you need?" Jon asks, strapping up his last belt.

"Alone." She specified drawing a frown from her sister.

"Arya," Jon scoffed, smiling wide. "You can say anything in front of them."

Her nostrils flared slightly and she didn't break eye contact.

"It's about Gendry." She went to say something further but Sansa's scoff and eye roll stopped her.

"Seven hells, don't tell me he's asked for your hand in marriage already." She joked.

Arya spluttered, her eyes wide as she completely froze.

"No!" She exclaimed, her cheeks gaining a rosy tint.

"He better not have," Jon mumbled to himself, finally facing his angry little sister. "What is it, Arya?"

Arya, furiously, let out a huff. "I know who his father is."

Jon and Ser Davos looked at one another in confusion.

"How do you know that? Did he tell you?" Jon asks, looking back at her.

"Of course he told me!" Sansa watched silently with a frown, deciding not to intervene with this conversation. "Listen, Daenerys can't find out."

"Arya-"

"No, Jon," Arya said a bit more harshly but much more evenly, looking him dead in the eyes. "If she finds out, she'll kill him. And before she gets the chance he and I will disappear for the rest of your lives and her army will wake up to a dead Queen."

The room went still at her threat. Jon didn't break eye contact with her and Arya could see him understanding how serious she was. He tried to reach out for her but stopped halfway, looking down and thinking for a moment longer.

"She wouldn't do that, I can promise you." He finally said.

"I don't care, Jon." She countered and this time he did reach out, putting his hands on her shoulders.

"It would be in her best interest to keep him alive. Trust me."

There was something in the way he was speaking to her. The way his eyes and voice were begging her for something. Arya's eyes widened, shifting between his before she sucked in a quiet gasp of air and stepped away from him.

"You already told her." She turned from him, ready to make a mad dash out of the door but Jon got hold of her again.

"Arya, you have to trust me." Arya's eyes were wide as she shook her head.

"I just got him back." The crack in her voice broke Jon's heart and he brought up a hand to craddle the side of her face.

"I told her before we got here. She's known for weeks now." He brought her in closer but she was trying to get out of his grip. "Listen to me. Danny is not going to-"

"Oh! She's Danny now, is she?" Arya finally got free of him and stood back. Sansa had stood up now, trying to get closer to comfort her sister even if she didn't know what it was all about. "I swear on our father's tomb, a silver hair out of line in regards to Gendry and I'll slit her throat."