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[WOODS, CAMP NEXT TO A RIVER]
"What do the gold cloaks want with you?"
[Gendry turns around] "No idea."
"You're a liar."
[Gendry walks to the campfire.] "You shouldn't insult people that are bigger than you."
"Then she wouldn't get to insult anyone" Sansa scoffed, angering Arya for the jab.
"Then I wouldn't get to insult anyone."
The anger faded and the sisters shared a look of horror at saying the same thing. Much to the amusement of their brothers.
"Well, I don't care what any of them want. No good's ever come of their questions."
"No good's ever come? Who asked questions before?"
"How can someone so small be such a huge pain in my ass?"
"It's a Stark trait I fear" Jon sighed dramatically, earning whacks from both Robb and Arya.
"You're a Stark too" Sansa commented off-handed, "half as you are...
Her comment caught all three by surprise and made Robb and Arya stop their whacking. They all looked at a flustered Sansa, who shrugged and looked away.
"Who asked questions?"
"The Hand of the King. Er, hands of the King. Lord Arryn came first, a few weeks before he died. And then Lord Stark came, a few weeks before he died. See? Asking me questions is bad luck. You'll probably be dead soon."
"It's not that they asked you questions, it's that they were so brazen in doing so that got them killed. Amongst other things" Renly explained to his bastard nephew.
"What did they ask about?"
"My mother."
"Who's your mother?"
"Worked in a tavern. Died when I was little."
"And who was your father?"
"She's asking the right questions," Olenna said with a small smirk. "That Stark girl has a good head on her when she applies herself."
"Both of them do, I would like to think" Margaery smiled. It was a feeling.
"He could be one of those gold-hatted bastards, for all I know. What about you, anyway? You thought they were after you, why? Did you kill someone, or is it just because you're a girl?"
"See? You'd be a bad boy!" Bran pointed out.
Arya blew a raspberry at him.
"I'm not a girl!"
"Yes, you are. You think I'm as stupid as the rest of them?"
"Stupider. Night's Watch doesn't take girls, everyone knows that."
"That's true. You're still a girl."
"I am not!"
"Well, pull your cock out and take a piss then."
"I don't need to take a piss... Lommy and Hot Pie can't know. No one can know."
"They won't. Not from me."
"My name's not Arry. It's Arya. Of House Stark. Yoren is taking me home to Winterfell."
"He was your father. The Hand. The traitor."
"He was never a traitor! Joffrey is a liar."
"So you're a highborn, then. You're a lady."
"No. I mean yes. My mother was a lady, and my sister -"
"So are you" Jon pointed out. "Sinc your father is a Lord and mother his Lady wife."
Arya huffed.
"You were a lord's daughter and you lived in a castle. Look, all that about cocks. I should never have said that. I've been pissing in front of you and everything. I should be calling you milady."
"SO you do have some manners" Varys teased.
"The smith master would clout me if I was rude to highborns. It stuck" Gendry shrugged.
[Arya pushes Gendry to the ground. He laughs, and she stomps off.]
"I'd say these two might just turn out to be like us Ned, Robert said with a smile.
Gendry and Arya looked at one another.
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[IRON ISLANDS, DOCKS]
[The scene starts with a wide shot of the busy docks. Theon stands in a rowboat as it comes up against the side of a wall. He gets out and walks up some stairs. An old man spots him.]
Theon inhales deeply. Finally... the Iron Islands. He wondered what it was like these days. He remembered only bits of it from his childhood, but even those memories were hazy at best these days.
"What you carrying?"
"Pears and oranges. Wine from the Arbor. And the heir to Pyke of the Iron Islands."
[The man makes no response.]
"The only living son of Balon Greyjoy."
[the man continues to make no response.]
"Me."
Theon frowned at the lack of a response to the declaration. Normally people would have fallen to their knees if the heir to the Lord returned. Yet this man did not remotely care.
Yara beside him chuckled.
"You mistake those soft Lords and their people for Ironborns, brother. They don't give two shits who you are or are supposed to be. You are a stranger to them."
Yara's statement worried Theon. As it did Ned. But both did not share the same reasons to worry.
"Don't like wine. Woman's drink."
"I need to get to Pyke."
[The man looks up but makes no move or response. Theon looks annoyed and pulls out some coins.]
"I'll find you a horse."
"Not so different when it comes to coin" Theon snorted.
Yara rolled her eyes.
[The man takes the coins and walks away. Theon watches as the rowboat that took him there leaves. He looks down.]
"I'm heading that way. I can take you there."
"I bet you can."
"Oh gods" Theon muttered in horror, while his sister barked out a series of laughs.
"You been at sea long? Or were there just no women where you came from?"
"None like you."
"You don't know what I'm like."
"You don't know what you're like. You need someone to teach you. Know who I am?"
"Please stop" Theon moaned pitifully.
"You're the one doing it brother" Yara wiped a tear.
"You think I offer free rides to every man in jewellery. Lord Greyjoy."
[Yara and Theon pass the man as they are walking. He is leading a horse. Theon gives him some more coins.]
"Have my things sent up to the castle."
[IRON ISLANDS, BEACH]
[Yara and Theon ride on horseback on a beach. Yara is at the reins.]
"You should give me the reins, I'm a better rider than you. I've been on horseback for the last nine years."
"Nine years. Do you still know your way around a ship? Have these hands ever touched a rope?"
"Don't you worry about my hands."
[Theon begins fondling her.]
Theon looked visibly sick, Yara wheezing a laugh beside him.
Her sentiments were shared by Robb, who was equal parts disgusted and amused.
"The sea's in my blood."
"Your blood will be in the sea if I don't watch where I'm going."
"I have a proposal for my father. One that will make him king again."
"If that is how you plan to approach him" Yara wiped her eyes, "then you're in for a rude awakening brother."
"I can manage" Theon muttered. He couldn't even look at her right now!
"And me after him. You may stay at the castle tonight if you're lucky."
"Is that an offer from my future king?"
"An order, from your future king. You can tell your grandchildren about this night."
"I don't imagine it will be a story fit for children."