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"Being married to him is not such a bad thing," she observes from her seat in the gardens, Gendry standing sentry beside her.

She heard him chuckle, the sound a booming thing to her ears. "All these years, my queen. And still a terrible liar."

Arya flicked her grey eyes up at him, anger bubbling up as well as amusement. "You know me too well, my friend, how could I ever lie to you?" her tone conveyed many things, secrets that only Jon Snow would ever know, secrets that only Gendry himself had ever been told by her lips.

Arya heard the hesitation in his voice as the words slipped off his tongue. "The boy Torrhen looks very much a Stark, one could say, my queen."

Arya licked her stained lips; the dye tasted bitter in her mouth. "And a Stark name to match, of course."

"Of course," came his reply.

Arya rose from her reclining position and came to her slippered feet. Gendry fell into step at her side, hands folded behind his back and his strides long.

His voice was quiet when next he spoke. "The boy is not mine, and nor is he any seed of the king's."

Arya fiddled with the cuff of her sleeve, and felt the old flush of embarrassment rise against her cheeks and neck. "No, he isn't." She whispered. They were under a peach tree, and the fruit smelt sweet even here; everything was quiet save for their hushed bickering.

But they were in the capitol, and King's Landing had eyes and ears everywhere. "You wish to know who fathered him." Arya stated plainly, the words hollow in her throat as she watched her knight's handsome face. She rose onto the tips of her toes, rested her calloused hands on his armoured shoulders and brought her face so close to his that they shared the same breath. Arya turned her face to the side, lips brushing his bearded cheek and then his ear. Gendry shuddered under her touch as much as he had when they were younger, and it gave her a perverse thrill at the thought. "You should not pose questions you know the answer to, my love. It is not polite." When Gendry made an impatient sound, his hands searching for purchase on her hips, Arya slipped easily away with a water-dancer's grace, a giggle working its way from her lips.

The tree's bark was rough under her finger tips, and the birds sang happily in its' branches. Arya made sure to keep the trunk between them, the game making her feel young again. Gendry rested one strong shoulder on it and a cheek as he spoke. "The Prince That Was Promised, then." He said, voice rough.

Gendry was her confidant in most everything, and she trusted him with her life where she would only a handful of others. Arya slipped around the tree and reached up to cradle his head in her hands. She pressed her lips to his and he responded in earnest, his rough hands tangling themselves in her free hair and tugging gently.

Arya smiled against him and pulled back. "We must return to court, ser." With a cock of her head, she noted that the stain on her lips had smudged onto his, and let out a small laugh.

"What?" he asked, bemused, and she reached up to wipe the evidence of their activities away. Arya then turned on her heel and stepped down the small, stone stairs of the courtyard and through the doors, trusting that he would follow.

"But you were correct, as always, my friend." Arya whispered to him as they walked through the Red Keep.

She did not have to turn to hear the smile and regret in his tone. "As always." Gendry agreed.

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