Gone but close - Game of Thrones [Bran Stark fanfiction]

Chapter 34

'How are the plans for the murder going?' Gendry whispered in the night. Riler and Lurs were asleep, every night Gendry and Toria would have a conversation before going to sleep.

They had become very close over the year, and now she knew everything that happened in Westeros. Tommen was king and married Margaery Tyrell, who should've married Joffrey. They looked for Sansa who was accused for Joffreys murder. Tyrion somehow escaped and fled the country with lord Varys.

'To be honest, really badly,' she giggled slightly, 'they check everything each and every day and still have no clue how to enter it and be able to kill the Lannisters without being caught and killed ourselves,' Toria said, 'its pathetic really, we came here thinking we'll be able to just kill them and leave but now the hard reality is facing us that will not be able to happen.'

'But from the positive side, we never would've met if you didn't come here,' he said smiling at her. She smiled back.

'Perhaps,' she smiled as she pulled the dirty rack that she used as a blanket closer to her chin.

The floor was hard, but bearable, the dirt was everywhere and it made her hair fuzzy. To be honest Toria and her brothers had given up the idea of killing the Lannisters about a month ago. They wanted it desperately but getting in would be hard, but getting out would be even harder. They didn't tell Gendry yet because they were afraid he would turn them away. Of course the deal was to stay for the murder. But they had nowhere else to go. They could return to the Whitewalls, but they would have to use a fake name again. Here with Gendry everything was real. She could be who she really was and it felt good. She did feel locked sometimes, not leaving the little shed Gendry called a house, afraid of getting raped by some men. Flea bottom was indeed pure shit, and so was Kings landing. She sighed.

'What are you thinking of?' Gendry asked after a long silence. He knew she didn't fell asleep right away once she stopped talking for a few minuts, and she would only go to sleep after telling him goodnight.

'Home.' She said it. At first Darkerly Castle appeard in her mind but it faded fast, replacing itself for the dream she had a long time ago. The wedding. Her family. Bran. Home didn't need to be a castle, shed, house or hut. It could be a person.

'You must miss it,' Gendry said.

'What about you?'

'To be honest..' Gendry swallowed getting nervous slightly, 'you.'

Toria's jaw dropped, she might not be able to see his face in the dark but she pictured it. Half smiling, red cheeks and twinkeling eyes.

'What?' She asked surprised.

'I was thinking of you Toria,' he repeated.

'Thats ridiculous, thats just because we were talking,' she said quickly, 'I'm really tired Gendry, I'm really going sleep now.. Goodnight.'

She turned around facing her snorring brother.

'Goodnight,' he said.

Gendry was kind, loyal and helpfull, he was also funny and a nice person to talk with. But she didn't know if she had developt feelings for him, at least not as much as he had for her. She wasn't too focussed on Bran anymore as she used to be, but she was still trying to accept his death. It might have been years, but still. And well Gendry was good. He'd be good for her. She was sure about that. But.. why but? Bran was dead. Like her brothers told her, she had the right to move on. She didn't have to stay hung up on Bran all the time. Gendry and Toria would be good.