Gendry was hammering away at a breastplate in the forge in Winterfell when Jon came to him. Almost three weeks ago, Westeros had declared war on Queen Daenerys, who had taken up residence in Volantis. In a fortnight she could be across the Narrow Sea and then he, and everyone else who was able, would go off to war, and many would never come back.
The prospect depressed Gendry. Why does everything end in war. He hammered harder.
"And what did that breastplate ever do to you." Jon was leaning again a wall, smirking at him.
"Shut up."
"Oh come on, Gendry. You are not the only man who has ever suffered two wars, and bloody hells you haven't even done that yet! Lord Beric has lived through two wars." Jon burst into a roaring laugh at that, and eventually, Gendry did too.
"What do you want?" Gendry asked as they were catching their breaths.
"What do I want? What I cannot come simply to congratulate my friend?"
Gendry gave Jon a suspicious look. "What are you talking about?"
"She hasn't told you? Best go talk to her, Colonel."
Colonel?
STAI LEGGENDO
Her Blacksmith, His Princess
FanfictionAfter the fall of the Lannister reign in King's Landing, Westeros was returned to its original state of seven seperate kingdoms. A new sense of hope and pride is in the air. It's been five years since Arya and Gendry have seen each other and three...
