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When Gendry first heard about Arya’s marriage he didn’t think much off it. He didn’t know the man she was to marry, and he wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t know him either. This was what Arya’s world was, in war or peace, for good or bad. It was a stabbing reminder that he was no part of her life anymore that he had to hear it from a random traveler, but then that has been her choice and he was certain he’d made the right choice.
Then he picked up on all sorts of rumors about this man, Ramsay Bolton. And the more he heard talk of this man the more it bothered him. At first he tried to brush it off as jealousy, people probably exaggerated. But it reached a point where he could no longer ignore it, he spent most of his time awake worrying about her safety. And despite their parting he knew he had to help her.
Once he’d decided on that he took off once he got the chance. He stole a horse, promising himself he’d get it back to it’s owner, he needed it to get to Winterfell fast enough. Breaking into the castle was difficult, but the Starks still had friends in Winterfell, and Arya was worth the trouble. Laying low he somehow made it inside the castle walls and even to her chambers while the monster was busy in council with his father. Once he got inside he locked eyes with a woman who was most definitely not Arya.
“Who are you? Where is she?”
