Just a short little chapter this time but thought it would be nice to have a little filter chapter. I'm not really sure where I'm going with this story, its sort of evolving as I go, I suppose each chapter could be a stand alone. Also I will be bring in characters that were killed on the show because I simply do not agree with their deaths happening. So please enjoy and leave a little review!

Arya

He hadn't noticed her yet. He was pounding hard against the metal over and over again, bare skin exposed from his hips upwards. She watched the play of muscles as they contracted and relaxed in a rhythm under his tight skin. He was powerful and her mouth suddenly felt dry, her palms clammy. His skin was sleek with sweat and soot from the forge's fires. The air was hot and smoky. Nobody else was there, just him and her. She found her feet moving forward, the hem of her skirt brushing her ankles.

It was hotter nearer the fires, the clanging of his hammer was loud. She reached a hand out, her fingers almost brushed his burning skin when he turned abruptly and she gaped at him like a fish out of water. His face softened when his blue eyes landed on her, so, so blue. She sucked in a breath, it felt suck in her lungs, so she gasped again, her breaths were loud, harsh and ragged in her ears but she didn't care.

Why wouldn't he just touch her?!

As if on cue, he dropped the hammer with a loud thud to the floor took her face between his hands and kissed her with such rawness the world grounded to a halt. She bit down hard on his bottom lip as he pulled away suddenly, his blue eyes dark and lusty. He reached down, his hands gripping her thighs and she leap into his arms as her legs circled his waist and her hands slipped against his sweaty skin, feeling like a burning fire under her, burning her-

Why was she still wearing clothes?!

He pushed her down roughly onto one of the benches and seized the hem of her skirt and suddenly tore the fabric clean to her hips with such a ferocity that her entire body shuddered and she grasped at him, the muscles in his forearm straining as he did so. And with the same aggressiveness he grabbed her hips and pulled her flush against his as she desperately found his lips again. Their tongues battled, she bit him as he squeezed her hips painfully tight.

But she wanted more, she could feel her eyes watering, please, please, please!

Suddenly one hand left her hip and cupped her between her legs, curling his strong fingers and began to massage in slow, strong strokes over her smallclothes. A noise like a wounded animal escaped her throat and she tore her mouth away from his, their eyes locked both so dark and wanting, and she gasped, "Gendry!"

"Arya!"

It was like being dropped from a sudden height and landing on a very large boulder. Arya scrambled wildly away from her pillows and sheets, gasping in horror, her heart racing and her body buzzing with a frantic energy, tangled in her sheets she panicked and unceremoniously fell over the side of her bed trying to free herself, a sudden very ladylike shriek escaping her mouth.

Her heart pounding she desperately scrambled to her feet from the cold stone floor, her cheeks red and her legs feeling unsteady under her. Her hair stuck to her sweaty neck and her tunic was sticking to her chest and back.

Sansa stood on the opposite side of her bed staring at her in shock whilst Arya glared back at her. She could see Bran in his chair by the door, also watching Arya although more curiously then their sister. Suddenly Sansa started to shake with a chuckle that turned into a loud fit of laugher watching her younger sister with an incredible stare as she fumed and huffed. Even Bran had lost a bit of his vacant expression, the corners of mouth rising and one eyebrow lifted.

"Yes!" spat Arya suddenly in a terrible mood, "Hilarious Sansa!"

"I didn't do anything!" Sansa just continued to laugh but held up her hands in surrender, "I just woke you and you frightened yourself to death!"

"What do you both want?!" Arya snapped. She promised she'd kill now for Sansa, and Bran, if they gave the order, but right now sticking Needle's pointy end in them both seemed like a brilliant idea. Especially Sansa.

"Are you alright?" her laughter had died but her sister was still grinning widely at her.

"No thanks to you!"

"She was having a dream," Bran spoke from behind Sansa, his eyes suddenly sharp and met Arya's without embarrassment or hesitation.

Arya's sour mood evaporated instantly when she had registered Bran's words. She paled. She wanted the floor of her clambers to swallow her whole.

Gods no! No, no, no!

Maybe he could now read minds now too or maybe some semblance of the old Bran was still in there and he took pity on his sister, displaying a rare sign of mercy for his nature these days, he said nothing further.

Sansa watched the interaction between her younger siblings curiously.

"Were you having a nightmare? You were twisted and kicking in you're sleep, whispering something, you were holding the sheets like you were going to tear them-" Sansa sobered at the thought, instantly feeling guilty. She knew Arya was haunted by her own demons, just as much as she, Bran and Jon were by theirs.'

"She wasn't having a nightmare."

"Shut up Bran!" Arya snarled half in panic and half in anger, "Both of you! Either say what you want to say or get out!"

Sansa frowned but instead sighed gently before saying, "Jon is requesting you're presence in the Great Hall. All of us actually. The Starks had an old ally arrive in the night."

"Who?" said Arya. She threw her messy furs back onto her bed and began searching for her trousers refusing to meet her sister and brother's eyes.

"The Baratheons."

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