Arya and Gendry (Game of thrones. Fanfiction. Still in progress)

The first time I laid eyes on him

I was surrounded my 2 boys. One was fat with brown hair and one was skinny with blonde hair. They both wanted my sword. I would never give it to them, for this sword is the only thing that I have left of Snow. The blonde boy reached out and shoved me to the ground. Hard. I laid on my back wincing of the pain that shot through my back like a thousand needles. I got quickly to my feet and pulled out my sword before any of them could make another shot at me.
"Do you want to die? I have killed fat boys before and I can do it again. To be exact I like doing it. It gives me joy." I said in the most manly voice I could manage without it being noticeable. I put the tip of the sword onto the fat boy's neck. He had sweat rolling down the side of his face and he was breathing heavy and uneven. He backed up into a more muscular boy's chest. This boy had brown hair and green mixed with blue eyes. He was 2 or 3 times bigger than me, and could probably take down a full size man. He had thick arms and his neck was padded with muscle.
"You like picking on the little ones?" He asked in a dark voice. I was scared at first but then I realized that he was protecting me.
"N..n..n..o...o" the fat boy stuttered looking up at the muscular boy. The muscular boy grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him into the skinny boy. They fell back a few steps and then regained their balance. They both burst into a run and speed off. I let out a breath of relief and put away my sword.
"Thank you" I said trying to make peace with this boy. He was about a couple of years older.
"You're welcome. I hate it when people think they have the right to take things away from little children just because their bigger." He turned around and started loading a wagon full of food and water.
"I'm not a child." I said as sternly as I could manage. "I'm just small. I'm already 13. So don't call me small." I crossed my arms over my chest and put all my weight on one leg.
"Yeah and I'm 14. Not much older but much bigger. I wasn't meaning that offensively just trying to make a point." He finished packing up the food and hopped on the wagon.
"Are going with us or not? Or are you just a loner. Wandering the streets." He sat down on the wooden bench and held his hand out. I took it with a strong grip as hard as I could manage. His was stronger, it was hard but soft at the same time.
"I'm not a loner. I was from a orphanage until he took me in." I sat across from him and stared at my fingers.
"We all came from some sort of orphanage." He patted the wagon and the driver made the horses go.
The ride was bumpy the whole way. We were going down hill. We passed by shops and houses. There was also a orchard that had rows and rows of grapes. We reached the gate and passed inspection. We set of on a journey of our lives.
I noticed that there were wagons behind us and I front of us filled with people and resources. We were on our way out of here.