One thing he really has enjoyed about being a Lord is the music. Growing up in flea bottom was constant wrenching and coughing and cursing. Occasionally at the ale house you’d hear a bard but only half of them were any good. As a Lord, though, he called for music every morning +
+himself but it was no use...
He could only image the invitation being turned away with no response. Tomorrow he'd go about his usual duties... and perhaps be able to let it go altogether- but he had to try.
@NeedleAndDead
There's no way he could possibly make up for the absence he's left... when it came to the decision for the to travel the world with her he should have gone with her anywhere. Since he chose to let her go on her own he could only imagine how she might feel about+
+this has been a long time coming and I am so sorry, as previously stated, for not being in contact sooner.
Yours,
Gendry"
He sighed and folded the parchment then took it to the maester at storms end and sent it on its way. Back in his chamber that evening he tried to distract+
Looking out the window of Storms end… he hopes being a Lord will be alright. He knows he’s smart…. But without Arya at his side to help him understand the High Lords- he feels nervous
“Hello…” he says, hearing someone enter the room
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