The song of fire and ice - The dragon and the wolf

-Sansa Stark-

Sansa smiled back at him as she observed his technique with a blade. Nymeria looked up at Sansa and moved out of her embrace. She then walked towards Gendry and sat next to his feet. "She really likes you" she said as she looked down at the dire wolf, who had now, laid down and closed her eyes. "I know" he said as he brought the blade out of the water, hitting it with his hammer, Nymeria not even flinching at the sound. "What can I do for you my lady?" he asked as he observed the look of confusion on her face as she continued to stare at Nymeria. He could tell that she was wondering why she was so drawn to him. Gendry put his hammer and sword down on his workbench, grabbed a rag off of a slab of wood and used it to wipe the sweat from his brow. He then walked around the bench and stood in front of his lady, looking down at her beauty as he shoved the rag into his back pocket.

"I think it's Arya" he said innocently, smiling down at her. "I think she follows me because of Arya" he said as his eyes followed the dire wolf who had woken and was now walking towards a bucket full of water. Sansa's heart was pounding. Of course, of course it was Arya... 'Why didn't she see it before?' She thought to herself. "Oh I see" she said quietly. Taking a step back. Gendry saw the look of sadness on her face. "My lady I..." he began. "I have to go" she interrupted. She took a step back from him. "I'll see you" she said as she turned to walk away. Gendry looked down at his dire wolf, then looked up at the beauty that was leaving from him. "My lady!" He called as he ran towards her, grabbing his shirt that was dangling from the back of his pants and pulling it on. "Sansa, please" he said as he reached forward and pulled her hand, Sansa pulling it away from him. "Sansa, please, if I have wronged you, let me know" he said as he reached forward to grab her hand again. "Its nothing" she said as she pulled away, making a bee line for the entrance of her house. Gendry stopped and stood in his post. Wondering what he had said. Wondering what he had done wrong. His heart, pounding in his chest...
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"Why are you here?" He asked as he poured a goblet of wine and sat next to the brooding woman next to him. Arya looked at him and shook her head. "Where have you been?" She asked as she took the goblet from his hands and brought it to her nose, smelling its contents. He smiled at her actions. "If I was going to kill you, I wouldn't use poison. That is a weapon of a woman" he whispered as his eyes shifted to the near sleeping hound in the corner of the room. Arya, The Hound and most importantly Daario were on a ship heading to Braavos. Daario was in his chamber, there he would stay for the duration of the trip. A couple of women to warm his bed. One of whom has been brought by the lone wolf herself. In which Arya had given her swift instructions to keep him happy and to ensure that he was well hydrated. This was step one in her plan to capture the man that threatened her brother. She looked at the captain that was seated next to her and smiled as she removed her face. Her captain, mirroring her image. "Arya Stark of Winterfell" he whispered. A man is more than happy to see you.
"Jaqen H'ghar" she replied. "It's been too long" she said as she pushed her goblet towards his. The embrace creating a clinking sound. "A man has heard of your victories" he said as he looked deep into her eyes. They had grown. She had grown. He never thought he'd see her again. Arya always came with a purpose. He knew it was for vengeance. It was always for vengeance.

"Why are you here!?" He asked as he took another sip of his drink. "I am here for my brother" she said quietly. "I am here for justice..."
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Jon watched her as she wondered the courtyard of his house, holding their daughter in her arms. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have survived the great war, and have his family, here, with him in Winterfell. She placed Rhaella on the ground and encouraged her to walk beside her, holding her hand. Jon laughed when his daughter decided that she didn't want to walk, and just sat herself down on the ground, looking up at her mother who smiled back at her in defeat. 'This must have been what it was like for father' he thought as he rested his hands on the wooden railing. 'He must have felt everything he is feeling now in this very moment as he watched us as children'. Jon took a deep breath. "She will walk in her own time" he said as he smiled down at his wife. Daenerys looked up and smiled back. "How long have you been watching us?" She asked as she walked towards him, looking up at him, Rhaella crawling behind her mother. "Long enough to admire your beauty" he said as he turned to walk down the stairs to meet his wife on the ground. He picked Rhaella up and walked towards his Dany, holding his hand out, waiting for her to nestle herself into his embrace. "Hello my queen" he whispered as he placed a kiss on her forehead. "Good morning" she whispered as she looked up at him, bringing her lips to his.