The rowdiness continues to increase, as the party spills out into the courtyard
A man said, “Hey!”
Another man said, “Pour another one.”
Gendry searches for Arya. He enters a passageway away from the festivities. He is startled by an arrow that pierces the wall just in front of his face. He turns to see Arya holding the bow. He raises both hands in surrender, and enters.
Gendry said, “Don't shoot.” Arya notches another bow.
Gendry said, “It's nighttime, it's freezing, and everyone's celebrating. You should be celebrating with them.”
Arya said, “I am celebrating.”
She launches the arrow at a makeshift target tacked to a barrel. She picks up another arrow.
Gendry said, “Yeah, I am too. I'm not going to be Gendry Rivers much longer. I'm going to be Gendry Baratheon, Lord of Storm's End. Your friend, Aldarra said, “She was going to get me instated as a full Baratheon and I have a cousin that's ten name days old she wants me to help run Storm's End.”
Arya said, “Congratulations. If Aldarra said it, you can believe she will do it for you.” Gendry grabs her quickly and kisses her.
Gendry said, “I don't know how to be lord of anything. I hardly know how to use a fork. All I know is that you're beautiful, and I love you, and none of it will be worth anything if you're not with me. So be with me.” Gendry kneels before Arya.
Gendry said, “Be my wife. Be the Lady of Storm's End.” Arya bends down and kisses Gendy. They stand together.
Arya said, “You'll be a wonderful lord, and any lady would be lucky to have you. But I'm not a lady. I never have been. That's not me.” Arya readies another arrow, and lets it fly.
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In Brienne’s chamber, she adds a log to the fire burning in the hearth. There is a knock on the door. Brienne walks over and opens it. Jamie stands in the door, leaning drunkenly against the wall.
Jamie said, “You didn't drink.”
Jamie invites himself in. He places a pitcher on the table, and grabs the two glasses nestled in the elbow of his right arm. Brienne is a bit confused, but she closes the door and walks over.
Brienne asked, “I didn't drink?”
Jamie said, “In the game.”
Brienne said, “I drank.” Jamie picks up the pitcher to pour a glass of wine.
Jamie said, “In the game. This is Dornish.”
Brienne said, “This is not the game. This is only drinking.”
Jamie hands her a full glass.
Jamie said, “Suit yourself.” Brienne drinks, a puzzled look on her face.
Jamie said, “You keep it warm enough in here.”
Jamie slides off his jacket with a bit of difficulty and throws it down on the table.
Briene said, “It's the first thing I learnt when I came to the North. Keep your fire going. Every time you leave the room, put more wood on.”
Jamie said, “That's very diligent. Very responsible.’
Brienne said, “Piss off.”
Jamie said, “You know the first thing I learned in the North? I hate the fucking North.”
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Game Of Thrones:Lady Blackthorne
FanfictionBy a matter of fate, a woman is captured in the woods from a dead house from the Westerlands at High Heart before the retreat to Harrenhal. Tywin Lannister decides to intervene in her life because she could interfere with the confiscation of the lan...