Arrya Stark, second of the stark's girls' born. I never thought when I was little, shooting arrows and being snarky as i was, i'd end up here. I was a STARK for the gods' sake. Now i'm here, hiding in the woods. I feel so alone, now. I managed to infiltrate an old wildlings place and i've been fighting off the new summer heat with the new dress Gendry had made. He is-was... the best person i could ever love. I write this... for everyone who has been in love. yes, I LOVED him. but the winter came, after twenty three fortnight's years i finally told him how i felt, we agreed to be together, against everything, and later when the rediculous war was done, we would come out from hiding and live free, in he north. He taught me how to write, and read from this book of the gods that he had from the old man who he worked for, we scavenged for food and i even felt like i was home, for a bit. It was an amazing for a while. we loved, made love and it was amazing, untill.. well while we were hiding one day he got a terrible cough. i tried, we prayed every night. i made soup and fed him and held him and he made me promise i would fight everything, and stay alive. If not for myself, for him, his memory. and as the months grew harder, I ran, ran to the north with al I had. whitch was nothing but a memory and his shirt clutched to my heart. my brother was back, oh thank the gods after that we were a free kingdom. finally. nights later my new chamber made had came close and told me that i was to be with child. I couldn't hide it anymore. I finally told my mother. she nodded and held me as i tried to compose myself and we told Robb, he was furious, not only of the suprise, but because i'd been with someone who to him was "impure" whitch enraged me to no end. I tried to leave, but the nights watch had showed up... just reminding me more of my dear Gendry. They decided that they would help us man the north, because the lannisters plan to attack. short time later they tried, and we defeated them, marvelous in victory. npw, i sit here, one hand on the paper writing words my love has taught me how, and holding my rather swolen stomach in the other, they say I am due anyday now. If I have a boy, i'll name him after his father and if it's a girl, carrya because we had talked about our children, before he got sick and he always wanted me to have a little part of him to love, and i got it. and i pray to the gods every night that he recieve my message. "I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU, GENDRY."