Game of Gendrya

Gendry VS Olly

  Arya and Gendry haven't been together much since arriving at Castle Black. Arya was more often training with swords than words, making Gendry feel alone. He hadn't made many friends through the castle, and the ones he did were more acquaintances than buddies.           Gendry and Jon got along well. Although Jon could tell that he and Arya were intimate, Gendry didn't know he could, and he decided not to tell Jon until Arya wanted to. Arya was to train Olly. Apparently Olly was from a village in the north. His parents were attacked by wildlings, leaving him an orphan. He came to Castle Black to join the nights watch.. Yet like many of the others, he wasn't a fighter. Arya would train with him long hours into the morning, and few into the night. Sometimes Gendry would be asleep by the time Arya came back to the chamber. He wouldn't see her in the morning, either. She woke early to eat, then she would train. The only time Gendry could really talk to Arya was at dinner, and even so that was sparse.
  One night, Gendry was sitting alone on one of the porches watching Arya train by herself with one of the bags of hay. Hearing footsteps, he turned around to see a young, freckle faced, child before him. Gendry gave the smallest smile he could manage, and turned his head back to Arya. "She's brilliant, isn't she?" Olly spoke quietly, his voice surprising Gendry by the low rumble. He must be older than he looks, he thought. "She is. She's better with a sword than I'll ever be it seems." Gendry smiled brighter, looking down at Arya. Her movements were swift and were catching more eyes than just Olly and Gendry. Gendry had worried about this, yet he knew he could protect her..And she could protect herself.
"Is she a good teacher as well?" Gendry asked, genuinely curious. "She is. I've been improving more with her than with Jon. She's devoted to me." Gendry glared to himself. He didn't like hearing Arya, his hopeful wife one day, was devoted to another man. "Is she?" Gendry asked, almost in a sarcastic voice. "She is. She's nice to me, too." Olly said. "She told me she thinks I'll be as good as Jon one day. Maybe better." Olly fingered his kelt. The sound of old leather against his fingernails made Gendry scowl. "She's not only brilliant but she is strong. Strong and beautiful." Olly whispered so only Gendry could hear. "If she wasn't a Stark, I'd had asked for her hand." Olly looked over at Gendry, hoping to get a rise out of him. Gendry stood up and towered over him. It's easy to toy with a man smaller than you, only you realize what mistake you have made when he stands up.
"Arya Stark doesn't wish to wed." Gendry glared, his fists clenched into balls of basically fury. "And how would you know that? Did you ask? She must've rejected your proposal. Sad." Olly backed away slowly, trying to be unnoticed. In truth he was terrified of the man that stand before him. "I don't think you know what's going on. I don't think you need to try anything.. Not with me.. Not with her.. I think you should just remain one of her few students. We won't have any problems then, will we?" Gendry stepped closer to Olly as he spoke, he face becoming grave and red. "I don't think you should be speaking for her." Olly said, placing a finger in the middle of Gendry's chest. Only when Gendry grabbed onto Olly's forearm and began twisting did Olly realize what mistake he had made. Arya looked up at the porch when she heard men whooping and hollering. "The boys are fighting! They're boys!" One man said. Arya thought of the only two boys she knew in the castle; Gendry and Olly. Rolling her eyes and wiping a bead of sweat from her temple, she started up the steps.
  Gendry was much larger than Olly, almost twice his size. The image didn't look good, a boy who looked like a man gripping the arm of a boy who looked like a small child. "I think you're underestimating me, Gendry." Olly spoke quietly. Gendry glared, trying to determine what Olly had said before he was taken back by a blow to his nose. Olly had head butted Gendry, smiling as Gendry's grasp around Olly arm loosened, eventually letting go and stammering back. "Damnit!" Gendry yelled, wiping the stream of red from his upper lip. Arya pushed past through the crowd of men, the men making way for her as she moved. "My lady," most of them whispered as she stepped forward. "Seven Hells. What's going on?" Arya demanded, coming into the clearing and placing a hand on her hip. She noticed Gendry, who was leaning against the porch fence holding his nose. "Gendry!" Arya exclaimed, running over to him. "If you know what's good for you, leave." She told the men. As Olly started to walk away with the pack, Arya's voice called out. "Not you. Come here." A few men turned around to see who Arya was talking to, but they all turned back when they saw her looking at Olly. Olly hadn't turned around, so one of the men punched his shoulder as they continued heading out.  When he turned to face Arya, he saw she was glaring. Suddenly he felt warmer than before, a blush stinging his cheeks. Nodding, he walked slowly back to the clearing.
  "You hit him. Why?" Arya asked, Gendry rising to his feet with her. "He was going to break my wrist." Olly scowled, looking at the ground with his obvious lie. Gendry wasn't holding on nearly hard enough to break a wrist, let alone even leave a mark. "Was he?" Arya asked. "Can I see your wrist?" She asked sweetly. Gendry had heard this voice before. She was faking her sweetness. She could tell he was lying. "Of course.." Olly whispered as he lifted his tunic from his wrist. "Hmm." Arya looked from Olly to his wrist. "Funny thing. If he was going to break your wrist...If he wanted to, Gendry could do it in one snap. He's one of the strongest men I know." Arya cocked an eyebrow. "Why were you holding onto him in the first place? Tired of me already?" Arya smirked as Gendry shook his head. The only ones around her were Olly and Gendry, and she wasn't the one who cared about telling the world about their relationship, Gendry was. She would scream it from a mountain if it wasn't for him. "He was provoking me." Arya rolled her eyes at the way the two fought like children. "Why..?" She asked, holding onto one of Gendry's fingers. "It doesn't matter now, does it?" Olly asked, looking Gendry in the eyes. Arya turned to look at Olly. "It's done and over with. Boys fight, it's what they do." He looked at Gendry with near pleading eyes. Gendry knew what it felt like to be in love, he had almost felt sorry for Olly in the moment. "Doesn't matter." Gendry repeated quietly, looping an arm around Arya's waist to show Olly his obvious advantage over him in the situation. Arya turned and smiled at Gendry. "Jon doesn't need to know about this, but I'm sure someone already told him." Arya laughed as she spoke. "I'll see you at dinner." She kissed Gendry's cheek, making Gendry blush at the feeling of her soft lips against his scratchy cheek. "And I'll see you after dinner." She punched Olly in the side as she walked down the porch steps.
  "And Gendry?" She yelled up at him. He looked down and raised his eyebrows as if he was answering. "Don't fall asleep tonight. Wait for me, I mean." She smiled up at him, blushing as she did so. Gendry nodded and tried to keep from smiling. When Arya walked away, he turned back to head towards the dining hall. When he turned, he could see Olly far in front of him, already walking away. He hoped he would stay away from Arya as well.