His skin glistened with sweat as the hammer sung against the tempered metal.
The embers of the fire flickered bright, lighting up the gloomy, smoke filled forge.
He could hear howls of laughter from outside as the common people of King's Landing mocked Cersei Lannister. But that's not what is distracting him.
Her cold, steel grey eyes is what is distracting him.
She would be all grown up now, like a proper little lady.
How much he wants to call her his.
How much he wants her to have his child.
To open his eyes and gaze over her sleeping figure knowing no one could take her away from him, that they were bound not only by words, but by soul also.
But that won't happen, it can never happen.
She is a Princess of The North, of Winterfell, a great and noble House.
And he...he is a bastard, a low born, a no one.
Which is why he is here, back in the slums of this retched city while she is out there, being who she was born to be.
Someday though, when the time is right and when he is needed again, their paths may cross again and time and space will all be forgotten.
The Bull will finally have his little Wolf back.
Gendry needs to come back...heard some rumors that he's in S7...and him and Arya need to become a couple and quickly as well
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Game Of Thrones Oneshots
FanfictionJust some GoT oneshots because I'm obsessed with it and they're quite fun to make, hope you enjoy them!!