The Hidden Secret

Part 5

"Dont you dare ever say I didn't love you. Because I do." Arya said in a stern tone.
"I don't understand. You say you love me but you didnt want to wait with me? But eight years later, you come back with your betrothed -" "He's not my betrothed, nobody is my betrothed. You know i didnt want to marry." Arya cutted off Gendry. Stepping away from each other.
"But you could have stayed... with me." Gendry tried to lend her his hand. She stares at his hand, wanting to connect back to him. Instead she whimpered at the sight of it, holding her wrist against her chest.
"I couldnt, i couldnt do that to you." Arya exposed herself to a weak spot
"Why not Arya." He spots a small tear rolling off her cheek. He wipes the tear away with his thumb before it falls.
"I-I can't-Not you." Arya stuttered that never happened she always know what to say and when. But whenever it's about him it's hard to handle.
"What couldn't you do to me?" Gendry sorrowfully said "Arya?"
"The reason I didn't want to stay with you was because I was afraid."
"Cut the crap, Arya. Just tell me." Gendry demanded
"I am. Perhaps if you let me finish, you would understand." She paused to take a deep breath and let it flow out. "I didn't want you to be suffering in pain." He scoffed when she said that.

"When you said no, that's when I was in pain, I may have been drunk but I felt it." Gendry struck out to her. Grabbing her small hand against his pounding chest.
"Gendry," Arya softly said, slipping her hand away from his fierce grip. "You don't know who I am, who I have become." Sounding desperate for Gendry to believe her.
"I know exactly who you are." Gendry spinning Arya to focus solely him. "And I know she will come back."
"No, Gendry. She will not come back." Making direct eye contact with him.

Releasing his grip from Arya's arms. He come to see, what Arya had said was true. She has changed not only her physical but also her attitude. The Arya he knew, would never dare to wear a dress or fancy her hair up, especially into a half messy bun while the rest wavered down to her waist. - Looking at her in a forest green dress, drew him back into long young memories of being in the woods with Arya- But he realised she wasnt the only one who has changed.

Here he is, Lord Gendry Barathen of Storm's end. Wrapped with polished armour and with whatever riches he please. 8 years has been to long and yet so quick that it blew past him.

"No, I guess not," Gendry's face softened staring deep in her gray eyes. "But it is goodness I see, and will only see within you."
Arya being the first to dispatch her eyes away spoke "There's someth-."

The creaking sound of the door spilt the two apart, seeing a young girl about the age of 7 years, poking her head into the room to stare at Arya and Gendry. Gendry couldn't help but think about how she looks so familiar. As if he knew her and she him. The girl tilted her head like a confused, concerned puppy.

"Um. Sister, um Aaron is at the level."
"Are you sure?" Arya knelt down to the little girl's eye level. Placing her hand on her as she came forward into the room. The girl nodded. Arya sighed, letting her head hang down with her dark hair surrounding her. She made a gesture to the little one to go before she turned back to face Gendry.

"My apologies, Gendry but I must leave now to rest," She walked towards the door when she stopped by the door frame "Perhaps we could continue our conversation tomorrow." She said having the look of hope in her eyes.
"Yes, of course. Should I see you in the morning?"
"Down by the shore At 10. Would that be alright?" Arya questioned.
"Yes." Gendry answered almost immediately.
"Alright." Gendry watched as Arya running towards the great hall.

Gendry followed Arya shortly after, smiling to himself, staring down to the floor that he allowed himself to get distracted. His head pictured what might happen for the next day. Thinking what made Arya look so worried and desperate. As if she need to tell him something important. Well that's for tomorrow to discover.