Lord of The Stormlands

Ship crashed. No survivors. How had it happened? Had she fallen into the water? Had it been the impact? Would they even be able to recover her body to return it to rest in Winterfell with the rest of their fallen family. Now it was just three of them. Once, they had been such a large family. Five Stark children, one Snow, and two parents. Her parents were no longer alive, neither were three of the five Stark children, not it was Bran, Sansa and Jon. Sometimes it felt like Bran was gone too, so was it really just her and Jon left. All that was left of her once large family? 

She took a deep breath as she tried to control the tears that were still running down her cheeks. She wasn’t sure what was next. How was she supposed to return to the North knowing that she’d never see her sister again, the reason the north still existed. How was she supposed to walk through the halls of Winterfell, which were filled with memories of them as children. Yet another ghost to add to those halls. “I’ve lost so many, yet it doesn’t get easier. It gets harder each time, and I’m not certain as to what I’m expected to do next” she admitted to him. “It’s not like we will get a chance to properly say goodbye”

she was right, of course. it would never get easier, as they got older more and more people died, more and more people would leave them in this world alone. he looked over when he heard the sound of the wheels on her brothers chair, he looked just as he had left him. stoic without a single emotion on his face, he couldn’t help but feel passively irritated when he turned away from him then took a seat in a chair nearest to a window. “so what do we do now?” he’d asked as he looked at the man who was supposed to know everything, or at least mostly everything.  gendry wanted to go home, and never come back to this cursed city. davos had warned him, that he should take a while because arya wasn’t likely to return. in fact, he’d bet that she wouldn’t. now he owned the man money but he didn’t know if the onion knight would take it due to the reason for her never returning.  “we must move one,” bran said as he looked between them, “a new dawn approaches, starks will return to winterfell soon sister, do not worry,” 

So many different things flitted through her mind, every interaction, every moment between the sisters. Even those that weren’t as pleasant when they were antagonistic with one another, as elder and younger sisters were meant to act. Now she wished that she would have been a better sister, a better sister would not have allowed her to leave. She would have fought tooth and nail to keep her with her, in Winterfell. But no, she’d wanted Arya to be able to explore, it’s what she had wanted. It’s what she deserved, to be allowed to do what she wanted after what she had lived. After how she had saved them all. The tears are beginning to fall now, and she’s grateful that they are no longer surrounded by the other nobles, she wouldn’t want to cry in front of them.

But it’s different with him, because he suffers the same pain that she does. The same pain that Jon would suffer when he found out. Jon. She didn’t know if Bran had sent a raven beyond the wall for him, would it even reach him? Would he find out that she was gone? She brushed the tears from her face as she turned her attention to him, he who is also crying now. “I’m so sorry” that’s all she can say in response to him because she can tell this has affected him as much as it has affected her.  After what feels like an eternity, but she’s certain is only a few minutes, she can finally find her voice again, “It seems rather silly doesn’t it, apologizing to one another about a loss neither one of us had any real control over”.

he looked to the ground, everything that could have been - was gone. he had been so sure she’d come home eventually, come home and finally agree to marry him, but that didn’t seem to be in the plans. his mind drifted to the images of her drowning, her being killed on impact, the many possibilities and they wouldn’t stop flashing behind his eyes much like the nightmares from the battle of wights. now he knew, instead of the nightmares of the dead and their screeches that filled the night he’d now be plagued with the many ways arya could have died. 

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Arya’s ship was wrecked. There were no survivors. The words kept repeating over and over in her mind, in her brother’s monotone voice. Was he still her brother? It got harder to really ascertain that the longer he was king of the six kingdoms and the longer they were away from each other. They had been meeting to ensure that all the changes to the kingdoms had been working flawlessly, and as of right now things were great. The north was thriving as well, but right now the only thing she could focus on was the idea that she’d never see her little sister again. How had that happened? She’d promised she would be careful, she’d promised she would come back after her exploration. But that hadn’t happened and now she was just gone. The pack survives. But they hadn’t been together, and maybe that’s why that happened. She registered the presence before she saw that he was there, and she realized that this news affected him as much as it affected her. “She’s gone” her voice barely above a whisper as she turned to face him, “She’s not supposed to be gone”

gendry had come to kings landing at the behest of king bran, he was worried; he’d not been back since the council to decide who would be king. he couldn’t place the anxiety that laid in his chest but if they were called on; it couldn’t be good. when the news was broken to him he felt as if the air had been sucked from his lungs; and his head felt as if he were dizzy being in a cyclone of emotions. arya is dead, her ship crashed, there were no survivors the man who was mean to be her brother droned on with no ounce of emotion tied to it. could he truly be so heartless? 

     his words pull a slight laugh from the woman as she realized quickly that robert’s bastard did not care for the man at all. THAT MADE TWO OF THEM.   “ he…had some ego issues. that i will not lie about. ”   lyanna begins to feel a little more comfortable with such an encounter, just as she was with most people. some were excited she was back, some were not. this one, so far, seemed indifferent.   “ he had some good qualities, though. limited but they were there. ”

l i e s, i kidnapped you, BE HONEST WITH THE PEOPLE

ODD. that was the best way she could describe this meeting between her and the man before her. this was the once bastard son of robert baratheon, the man she was supposed to be with so long ago. lyanna could not help but wonder if she had stayed with robert, would all of his bastard children exist? would this gendry exist? eyes look to him briefly before away ; he looked a lot like robert when he was younger, and the suddenly memory of those days made her stomach drop.   “ you look like him. ”

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