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The ship stood tall and grand at the harbor unlike anything Gendry has ever seen. The orange and black funnel of the ship almost covering the bright sun. A rare sunny day that bestows Winterfell.
“Gods, what is that horrid smell?” Lady Cersei Lannister muttered with a look of distastes as she covered her nose and mouth the sleeve of her red dress embroidered with golden twirls.
“That is the smell of the sea, my lady.” Qyburn replied after inhaling deeply, basking in the sunlight.
Gendry did not mind the smell. For he was amazed by the sheer beauty of the ship, the hustle of the people around him trying to load their luggages and the cries of tearful goodbyes filling his ears.
“I don't see what all the fuss is about. It doesn't look any bigger than the ship Euron Greyjoy has, Silence, he called it.” Cersei continued to complain.
“You can be blase about some things, Lady Cersei, but not about Titanic. It's over a hundred feet longer than Silence, and far more luxurious. It has squash courts, a Parisian cafe... even Turkish baths.” Lord Petyr Baelish comments as he helps her descend from the carriage, his eyes full of fascination mixed with a hint of amusement.
“Your daughter is much too hard to impress, Lord Tywin.” Petyr stated as the man exited the carriage and stood beside his daughter, a look of disdain on his old and wrinkly face.
Gendry paid no attention to the Lannisters, it had been years since he had left Winterfell and he didn’t want to spend his last moments on land listening to his future in-laws complaining about the most trivial things.
“She is a beauty.” His father, Robert Baratheon, commented with a slight chuckle.
“Yeah.” Gendry breathed as his eyes skimmed the ship once more.
“Cersei will be a great wife.” Robert continued. Gendry frowned. Of course, his father was talking about his future wife to be. How silly of Gendry to think that his father was talking about a ship, something that Robert only saw as a form of transportation.
“We must hurry, my lords and ladies.” Petyr urged his companions as they heard the final boarding call and a loud, sharp whistle blowing.
Gendry felt his stomach tighten in both nervousness and excitement. He would be on the boat for a month. Traveling from Winterfell to King’s Landing. He will be surrounded by nothing but the clear and fresh air. The blue and the depths of the sea. The cool wind blowing against. Gendry could almost feel it.
“Peasants.” Cersei muttered as she, and her family, steered clear of those lesser than them. They were residing in the first class area and just the idea that the ship is shared with the common folk made Cersei sick to her stomach.
Gendry tried not snap at her. He can’t believe that he is betrothed to a woman like her.
Instead, he said, “They have the right to travel just like us.” His voice was light, trying to hide the frustration in his voice.
Cersei rolled her eyes as Lord Baelish spoke behind them, “You are right, Gendry. Such a fine gentleman you grew up to be.”
As Gendry finally made it on deck, his nerves over took his excitement. For something inside him that he needed to turn around, turn around and go back to where he came from. Maybe it was the large crowd, maybe it was because he hadn’t traveled in a very long time or maybe it was the fact that the day after they arrived in King’s Landing, he is to marry Cersei Lannister, the princess of the South.
But the dark haired, blue eyed boy just shook his head lightly and took calming breaths and looked over the railing as the common folk waved their goodbyes to their relatives and their loved ones. Gendry allowed himself a small smile.