History Has It's Eyes On Us ~ Gendrya

Gendry

Years had passed, and Gendry was facing his 23rd name day. The days were long, but had done him justice. His muscles were defined from forging, but he was neither bulky nor slim. He was pleasantly mediocre, some would say. Others had made it apparent to him that they felt otherwise. In his 23 years, he hadn't allowed himself the pleasure of a woman's company. It was no struggle. His heart longed for only one woman, and she was more fierce than any man, he was certain. 

His intentions to travel had left him when he arrived in King's landing. The air was familiar, yet foul in a way that pleased him. As nostalgia filled his lungs, he knew he had to return to the street of steel. For a while, that was his place. But the days grew longer, and winter drew nearer and he was lacking a sense of purpose. Until the day he saw a familiar face.

Davos had told him of a mission. To go North of the wall. And something told him he had to go. Even without the feeling, he knew that he would leave but the instinct forced him to go in a way that strained his brain. His heart knew that it needed this. He had hoped that he would enter the North with Arya, but it was not to be, no thanks to him. 

Hope had finally come, greeting him as an old friend. Perhaps Arya was already there, waiting. No. She was always to free for that. Her wild nature led her down dangerous paths that he had tried to keep her away from, regularly battling her temper to do so. (As difficult as it was) Maybe she was dead. But, that was also hard to believe. Her constant attraction to danger made her strong. She'd fought her whole life, in many different ways. Fought her sister. Fought her mother to defend Jon. Fought her brothers for recognition. It built her resilience. He had always imagined her the way she had been, until that day.

"My Lord,"

"It's Davos,"

"Davos... who is actually at Winterfell?"

"Well, Lord Snow. Queen Daenerys. Lady Sansa and Bran. Oh and Lady Arya,"

Gendry laughed to himself.

"What's funny?" Davos smiled.

"If she'd have heard you say that you'd be sorry," he smirked in nostalgia. 

"That's right. Now how would you know that?" Gendry's smile fell as he realised his mistake, "she remembers you too, don't worry,"

Gendry felt his heart warm, resistant to the snow. Arya remembered him. And she cared enough to talk about him to Davos.

"How is she?"

"Different, she says. Her hair's to her shoulders, and she's taller. Still-"

"You don't have to hold your words round me, I won't tell her," Gendry smiled, appreciating Davos' respect.

"She's still small but she's taller. She carries this sword round,"

"Needle,"

"You really do care about her," Davos laughed.

"What gave it away?" Gendry chuckled.

"Lad, it takes a lot to get a man to listen to a woman, let alone remember what it is she said,"

"Is she married?"

Davos shook his head, "she's had multiple offers but she always refuses. Jon can't understand why, she's scared to tell him you see,"

"Tell him what?"

Davs hesitated, "Should we camp here?"

"You're changing the subject,"

"Some subjects are worth changing until it's the right time to bring them up,"

Gendry nodded.

"You'd do well to remember that,"