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AU
Ned Stark's little daughter wasn't so little anymore, and Gendry couldn't help but notice the new swing of her hips when she walked.
At the age of five-and-ten, she was old enough to be wed, and the young man wondered if she would accept him. He was a blacksmith already, owned a small forge and a smaller home behind it, where his master Yohen used to live before he passed away. It was big enough for three, even four, and it could be enlarged if needed. He was honest and hard-working, a good marriage for a merchant 's younger daughter - or at least that was what he told himself as he marched into the stark's small shop called Winterfell and asked for a word with Ned Stark.
Months later , on their wedding night, covered in sweat and completed exhilarated, Gendry confessed his initial insecurity about her feelings. Arya only laughed and nudged her head into his chest as a comforted cat.
"Stupid bull-head,I like you. If I didn't, you would be dead by now! "
I would be truly dead if you didn't like me back, Gendry wanted to say, but he merely grinned and gave his wife another kiss.