Don't tell please {Sansa Stark and Gendry Waters}
Winterfell, stories upon stories he had heard as a child of what a horrid place it was. The wolves lived in a cold icy cave, like savages almost, he would hear from Master Mott and others. Yet still he had to see if for himself, especially since his father had come to visit this land. Gendry had learned from his mother when he was a very young boy that his father was Robert Baratheon, when he asked his mother why they couldn't live with him instead she had laughed and patted his head. Years later he understood what it meant to be a bastard, he had no claim to his fathers name and certainly no place in his house.
Laughter touched his ears and he quickly knelt down behind the stable he was peeking from, his eyes following his fathers guards. Behind him came Ned Stark, Lord of Winterfell and the King himself. A few paces behind came Ned's son's Robert and John.
John was the reason Gendry was here. He had heard it be told that Ned Stark a lord, had taken in one of his bastards and had given him a place in his home. The story had given him hope that if perhaps his father could see him he would want to give him a place in his home. Gendry wasn't a man quite yet but he was already practicing a trade and he was tall and strong for his age too. Perhaps his father could make him part of the kings guard or even let him be a castle smith.
"I hate you Arya!" Gendry fell back on his heels so fast his butt slammed onto the hard dirt, the sound of a girls yell and furious steps where coming toward him, and fast. Gendry looked around the small stable he was sharing with a pony. "Please don't come in here, please don't come in here," he whispered.
