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308 AC
It was the middle of the night, yet Storm’s End was not sleeping. Instead, the castle that could withstand even the most fearsome storm was wide awake. The reason?
Lady Arya (though she hated being called that) was giving birth to her second child. It had started around noon, but it was still going.
Lord Gendry Baratheon had refused to leave, just like he had done when his first son, Eddard Baratheon, was coming out.
Speaking of the little lordling, he was still awake, unable to fall asleep due to worring about his mother. He was only two namedays old, too young to fully understand what was going on, yet he knew that his mamma was in pain. Hot Pie was looking after the lad, doing his best to calm him down through lemon cakes and wolf bread.
As for Arya herself, she was in pain. Nothing new for her, but this pain wasn’t like anything she had ever experienced, except for the first time she was giving birth. She remembered joking that even in the House of Black and White they wouldn’t be able to prepare you for such a pain and she was correct.
She looked at her right. The man responsible for her suffering was kneeling next to the bed, clutching her right hand and whispering encouragements and compliments into her ear. But all Arya wanted to do was to kill him!
“IF I SURVIVE THIS, I AM GOING TO CUT YOUR COCK OFF!!!” yelled the she-wolf angrily.
“As long as you and the baby are alive and well, you can do whatever you want with me!” said Gendry. Arya had made the exact same threat when she was giving birth to Ned. Gendry still wasn’t completely sure she wouldn’t go through with it some day.
Arya kept pushing and pushing, until finally, a shriek echoed through the room.
“It’s a boy!” announced the maester.
Gendry had tears in his eyes as the boy was cleaned and handed to him. The lord-blacksmith was beyond happy. The little lad was apparently going to have his hair, but he knew very well who he had taken the gray eyes from.
Gendry walked to Arya, and with shaking hands, gave her the baby.
Arya was exhausted, but nothing would stop her from seeing her child.
She too had tears in her eyes upon seeing the baby “He has my eyes.” said Arya.
“He is perfect!” declared Gendry.
After a minute of marveling at their baby, the maester finally spoke “Have you thought of a name yet?”
Arya and Gendry shared a look.
“Yes, we have.”said Arya proudly.
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305 AC, The Red Keep.
Gendry couldn’t breath.
Robert Strong’s right hand was holding his neck in a deadly grip. Gendry was amazed that his neck hadn’t snapped already.
Just when Gendry was certain he was done for, Sandor Clegane struck the monster’s arm with his sword. That did little damage, but turned the former Mountain’s attention towards his little brother. The Hound wasn’t in a good shape. He was brused, bloody, and his beastplate was gone. But he wasn’t giving up.
“Leave the cocksucker and fight me, you cant!” growled the Hound.
Gregor dropped Gendry and immediately started fighting his brother.
Gendry was coughing uncontrollably. He wasn’t doing very good. He had two nasty cuts (one on his left biceps, the other, on his right thigh). His left eye was purple and swollen and his ribs hurt. Nevertheless, he picked up his warhammer and charged at the undead warrior.
He hit him on the back. Robert Strong turned with wild fury in his eyes. He swung his sword but Gendry avoided it. He, however, couldn’t avoid the kick in the gut.
It knocked all of Gendry’s air out and made him hit the wall.
The first thing the young man saw when he opened his eyes, was the Mountain charging at him, ready to drive his sword through him.
Gendry closed his eyes, awaiting the pain. But it never came.
The blacksmith opened his eyes and saw the Hound standing in front of him, the sharp end of Robert Strong’s sword coming out of his back.
Instead of collapsing on the ground, however, Sandor grabbed his brother’s arms and started pulling himself forward, driving the sword even further in his abdomen.
Even Robert Strong’ eyes widened in shock, but before he could react, Sandor grabbed his head and started plugging his thumbs into his undead brother’s eyes. The monster let go of the sword and grabbed Sandor’s head.
But before he could plunge his thumbs into Sandor’s eyes, Gendry used the opportunity to strike the Mountain into his knees with the warhammer. The undead Gregor dropped on his knees and Gendry grabbed his arms and pulled them behind his back.
Every muscle in Gendry’s body hurt, but he pushed the pain away and, thanks to his Baratheon strength, was able to hold the monster’s arms.
Sandor stepped on his brother’s stomach and started pulling his head up. After what felt like hours, black blood bursted across Gendry’s face. He cleaned it up with his hand and saw Sandor, holding his brother’s severed head.
With a savage roar, the Hound threw the head into the wall, smashing it. He then pulled the sword out of his body. For a moment, he looked stable, until he started falling backwards.
“Ah, cunt!” mumbled the Hound as he hit the ground.
Gendry quickly got up and grabbed Sandor. He then propped him on the wall.
Between sharp breaths, the scared man said “Don’t… bother telling me… I’m gonna be fine… I… am not…”
Gendry couldn’ lie. He could probably see all of the Hound’s intestines. All the young man could feel was guilt. Sandor was dying because he had saved him.
“Why did you do this?” asked the blacksmith.
Sandor looked at him “The little… bitch… was going… to kill me… if you had died… For some reason… she loves you… It’s disgusting!”
Gendry blushed at the comment.
The Hound continued “Maybe… it’s the parasite… in her!”
Gendry looke at Clegane with a surprise.
“Yes… I heard you two… talking about it… yesterday…” said the dying man.
Gendry didn’ say anything, so Sandor grabbed him by the shoulders and said “Make sure… she wouldn’t get… herself killed! That… she would live!”
Gendry nodded “I will! Thank you!”
“Don’t thank me!” snarled the Hound “You want… to thank me? Name one of your… cunts after me!”
Gendry smile “We will.”
Sandor smiled slightly “You better… or I will haunt you… both!” after saying that, he let a few more shots breaths, before finally dying.
Gendry simply closed his dead eyes.
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308 AC, Storm’s End
It was past noon when Ned was brought to meet his little brother. After hearing that his mamma was fine, the little lordling fell asleep while hugging his father happily. When he had woken up, the first thing he wanted was to see his mamma.
Arya was still in bed, holding her second son. After hugging her little Ned, the she-wolf showed him his little brother.
“Do you want to hold him?” asked Gendry.
The boy did not answer. He simply nodded. Carefully, and with the instructions of Arya and Gendry, the baby successfully landed in Ned’s arms.
After staring at the gray-eyed baby for a whole minute, Ned finally asked “Name?”
Arya and Gendry looked at each other and smiled.
“Sandor.” announced Arya “Sandor Baratheon.”
Ned looked back at his little brother and smiled “Hello, Sator.”
Gendry smiled and ruffled his son’s black hair “You will get it eventually.”
Arya was also smiling as she was thinking "Are you happy now, you old bastard?!”