The Baratheon bull

Chapter three: Drinking reveals the truth

Gendry ordered a pint of mead and sat at a table, alone. The ale house was surprisingly quiet, most people were at work. Nights were when the ale houses came alive. He had grown up in one. He thought about his mother or what he could remember of her.

Suddenly, Baratheon banner men burst throughout the door. Gendry didn't pay attention to them, in cars they were Joffrey's men. That was the trouble with Baratheon banner men. They could be Joffrey's men or Stannis's men. Either way, they would kill him if they found out about his new identity. Gendry was brought back to reality by the loud clank of metal jugs on the wooden table. "Ne'er good to see a man drinking alone! Mind if we join ya.?" one of the men said. "Go for it." Gendry said. He was just drinking his mead and didn't want any trouble. The men start talking to each other. It was throughout their conversation that Gendry found that they were Stannis's men. "The new king, right ol' prick he is. Stannis's should be the one on that bloody throne, not the little sod and his bitch mother!" one said. "Aye, I believe what Stanbis told us. Dunno 'bout ve uver kids but Joffrey ain't King Roberts boy. Joffrey is from that bitch mother and the kingslayer." said another one of the men. "Of course he is!" exclaimed a third "the is nothing Baratheon about any of the kids. There blonde hair and eye greens, they are pure Lannisters. Pure fucking Lions". "That's the only explanation for Joffrey's madness. He is like this at such a young age, he might become worse than the Mad King Aerys himself." The fourth then mad a last comment on the matter " The Lannisters are become Targaryen. The lions are trying to become dragons but the dragons are dead and so the lions will suffer the same fate." The men talked for a while longer then finally left.

Gendry decided to stay the night that the ale house. The lady knew him well. She didn't take money, she did it out of the goodness of her heart, something quite rare in Flea Bottom. Gendry got some dinner an sat down again.

A young family walked in. The man was well built and had strong features. The woman looked tired but seemed kind. The kids were asleep, the youngest one seem to be but a few moons old. They sat with Gendry. This time it was Gendry who incited the discussion. "You seemed to have traveled far, where are you from?" That man answered. "Barrowton. Bon and raised." The lady then added "I am a girl of Winterfell. Moved to Barrowton when my parents died. I served Lady Dustin." Gendry smiled. "Ahh Northerners. Don't get many of you down here. Though you are welcome in Flea Bottom." The man seemed more at ease. "Good" he said "Tensions are high in the north. House Bolton rules, those terrible people and there is the wilding threats. Some even say that the white walkers are returning." The woman muttered "winter is coming. House Starks are the rightful rulers of the North not the savages of House Bolton. All this danger pushed us out of out dear home an down here. For the safety of our kids. We may be in the South but we are still Northerners." They talked for a bit longer, and then the family were on there way. Gendry decided to retire to his room. He had so much on his mind but something was above all of it. Well it wasn't something but some one; Arya.