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Epilogue

Arya awoke in a white room. The overhead light shone brightly over her. She shielded her eyes and noticed an IV line in her wrist. She then knew she was on a hospital bed.

Gendry. The thought of him brought tears to her eyes. He was dead; she was sure of it. She forced herself to sit up. She looked around her and when she saw him sitting in the chair beside her, her heart was about to burst with thankfulness. He sat there asleep, unharmed. Alive. His hair was messy and his clothes rumpled. She laughed at him and all the danger they had just both survived. He woke up, wearing a puzzled expression.

"You're ok?" He took her hand in his. He smiled as she kept on laughing. "What's so funny?"

She brushed away a tear, "We're always getting ourselves into trouble."

"Well, at least we get in and out of it together." He kissed her hands deeply as she ran a hand through his hair. He understood she knew she had been wrong in keeping things from him, but he smiled back at her and told her he had forgiven her. That that was the end of the matter.

"Where's Jon? What happened?" Arya's face clouded with worry, but Gendry's hand told her not to.

"He went home before Ygritte could get there. He didn't want her to know he was out, getting this close to death." Gendry forced a chuckle.

Arya did not feel like making light of it all. "And Joffery? What's going to happen?"

"He took the bullet. We left him there and ran. So, we're not sure. Jon called the local hospitals, but no one has checked in by his name. I'm sure one of his men has found him by now. Perhaps, he's patched up and hatching up some way he can have his vengeance."

"We've got to be careful, Gendry. Perhaps, we should go away for a while, until we hear what has happened to him or he sends a message."

"We could go ahead and move to Braavos-" Gendry was interrupted by a doctor that presented herself at the foot of Arya's bed.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but the diagnostics came back." The doctor smiled as Arya and Gendry gave their wordless permission to proceed. "You are just fine. A little dehydration fluids can fix. Your left cheekbone is only bruised. No broken bones anywhere. Your vital signs have remained stable. Some rest and good food and you can be released tomorrow. You've had a pretty bad fall." The doctor looked at them suspiciously, but ignored it for she could tell this was not a case of domestic violence by the way they held each other. She had seen it many times before, and they did not display any typical signs and symptoms.

Arya sighed with relief as Gendry kissed her forehead, "See nothing to worry about, dear."

"That's not all," the doctor's smile grew double in size, "The baby's just fine."

"Baby?" Arya and Gendry cried out in unison.

The doctor reread the lab results, "Yes, you are five weeks pregnant."

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Arya looked at herself in the mirror. The swelling mound was now visible at only three months. Sansa said it was a boy, but Arya could feel it. She tightened the shirt across her tummy and rubbed it. She was going to be a mother. That sounded so amazing in her head. She knew she was ready. Perhaps, her plan didn't go as she had envisioned it, but it turned out to be even better.

Joffery Baratheon had been declared dead by means of a shooting accident. There was an official police report and a small funeral, of which Arya and Gendry attended just to be certain that he was dead. They were not disappointed. He was quickly buried in the plot beside his father. His mother, Cersei, soon left King's Landing after the will was mysteriously unearthed. She did not argue when the Judge read that Gendry Waters was to claim the Baratheon surname and all the wealth the empire had amassed. She just disappeared to a place no one knows, to wallow in her defeat and shame.

Gendry wanted to decline it, but Jon said it was the least his father could do for all the pain and suffering he had to endure. So, Gendry took it and merged it with Stark Industries. That same day, Arya was led by her brother Jon down the aisle. She exchanged vows with Gendry. A perfect ending one might say. But it did not end there. It had just begun.

Arya and Gendry did not move to Braavos. No, instead they moved to King's Landing after having the place remodeled. They stripped down every last memory of the Lannisters in that place and made it their own. She transferred to Westeros University, where she continues studying Criminal Law. Gendry took up where his father left short and made the company flourish. He's now signing a contract with a small petrol cooperation called the Daenerys Dynasties.

We cannot ignore Jon and Ygritte. They too married and are working on starting a family. Sansa and Sandor moved near her uncle when a job opportunity came up for him. They have plans to marry in the near future, but there's no rushing. Brandon got into University a year early and Rickon is still trying to make a rock band with his friends.

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Gendry came into the bedroom and smiled at the Arya. He liked seeing her body change, getting ready for bringing their child into the world. He wanted a son; it would make things easier if he had an heir. But if it was a girl, he was glad too, hoping she would be just like Arya, wild and passionate.

"You're happy, love?" Gendry wrapped his arms around her from behind.

She leaned her head back, against his shoulder. "And why shouldn't I? I have everything."

"What's everything?' Gendry just wanted to hear it.

"I have you, stupid." She giggled like a little girl.

"Then, I'm happy... I have both of you." Gendry planted a kiss on the top of her head and rubbed her tummy.

"That's enough?" She teased him.

He turned around and kissed her fervently on the lips. "Yes, it is m'lady."