When Sansa awoke, Gendry was already up boiling water in his fire place. Pushing herself up, Sansa pulled the covers around her and padded over to where Gendry was sitting. Gendry felt her sit down next to him, but kept his eyes on the fire, a small smile creeping across his face.

"You should go back to sleep," he said softly. Sansa looked over her shoulder to the window and saw the pink light of morning start to creep over the stone walls. She turned her attention back to Gendry.

"Bed's cold without you," she said, dropping her face just behind her arm so only he could only see her eyes. Gendry turned to face her. Sansa smiled instinctively.

"You think they know?" he shrugged to the window. Sansa felt her cheeks redden.

"Perhaps," she said, pushing a lock behind her ear. "Especially after last night," her voice trailed off a bit at the end. Despite her anxiety over bringing up what they had done last night, a smile broke out across Sansa's face. When she felt Gendry's eyes fall on her, she brought her hand to her eyes.

"I was so loud," Sansa laughed, embarrassed. She heard Gendry's laugh before he reached out to pull one of her arms towards him. Forgetting her nakedness, Sansa let her arm and legs open, keeping her face buried in her opposite arm.

"I liked it," Gendry whispered, moving between her legs. Sansa felt his hands over her kneecaps.

"Of course you did," she giggled. "Who wouldn't want their name yelled out during-" Sansa stopped, still too nervous to say it.

"Is that something you want to hear me say?" Gendry kissed her neck. Sansa hummed and lifted her head from her arm, turning to him.

Sansa smiled as he lifted his head. Gently, she pressed her lips against his, before letting her forehead fall to touch his.

"Take me to bed," she said into his ear.

Gendry laughed, and placed his hands on her waist. "I don't think we have time, love,"

Sansa sighed and let her head fall back.

"Gods, how bad was I?" she half-joked.

"No, no, no," Gendry said, pulling her close to him and burying his head between her breasts. "You were fantastic,"

"Then…" Sansa reached down between them and pressed her hand against his crotch. Feeling that he was hard, Sansa tightened her grip and felt Gendry tense below her. Sansa smiled to herself, and took her bottom lip between her teeth, worrying it before she opened her mouth.

"You know," she said, flicking her eyes down to where her hand was massaging him. "I never got to finish that night, when Osha walked in…"

Gendry exhaled sharply, and Sansa dropped her mouth to his neck.

"Please," she breathed against him. Gendry tightened his eyes.

"Ser Carrick will be here when the sun is up," he said, turning his head to the window. Sansa turned his head back towards her.

"I don't need that long," she said sweetly. Gendry opened his eyes and Sansa saw how large his pupils had gotten. With a stiff nod, he reached out and pulled Sansa's mouth to his, grasping the back of her head. Sansa let the blanket fall behind her and flutter down her back. Sitting herself on her heels, she broke the kiss and reached out to pull his laces. Once he was free enough, she lay over her thighs and pressed her hand gently against his stomach, encouraging him to fall back against the wall. Keeping her eyes on his, she reached down and took him in her hand. She began to set a rhythm, bringing her hand up and down steadily, sometimes twisting her wrist just to feel him twitch. Sansa wet her lips and took the head of him between her lips, relishing the sound of his sharp inhale. Sansa bobbed her head down, taking more of him in. She felt him fist her hair in his hand, pulling it gently. Sansa took him from her mouth and began kissing down the side, until taking him back in after swirling he tongue across the top. Gendry groaned.

"Fuck," he said softly. Sansa took him from her mouth again.

"Tsk," she said, shaking her head at him in mock-disapproval. "That's not my name."

Before Gendry can retaliate, Sansa take him back in her mouth, pushing him as far back as he'll go into her throat. Her hand snaked up his shirt and pinched one of his nipples between her thin fingers. Gendry's leg twitched, bucking up a bit.

"Sansa," he groaned, his other hand coming up to grasp her hair. He let out a throaty moan as she pressed him to the back of her throat again, humming. Sansa pulled back until the head was the only thing in her mouth, and began running the tip of her tongue around it frantically. Her other hand continued pumping him, twisting her wrist every other pump. Gendry's grip in her hair tightened.

"Sansa," he said. The sting on her scalp felt good. "You should…if you don't…"

Sansa ignored him, tweaking his nipple again. Gendry let out a sharp gasp and pulled her hair again. Sansa picked up her pace as his breath picked up.

Then, Gendry let out a little cry, much like he had the night before. Sansa pressed him to the back of her throat, waiting until he finally stopped huffing to pull back. Sansa swallowed on her way up, not minding the taste as much she had before, when she had been forced.

But it was different now.

Sansa felt a bit that had managed to escape her mouth and dribble onto her lip. Making sure he was watching her through half-lidded eyes, she swept her finger across her lips and captured what was left before plopping it into her mouth. Gendry let out a small moan as she pulled her finger out with a small pop!. Sansa smiled at him.

"Told you," she said before breaking out in giggles.

"Gods, I love you," Gendry said before grabbing the back of her head and pulling her into a kiss. Sansa sighed against his lips contently, and when the kiss broke, she pressed on quick, chaste kiss against his lips again before pushing up and standing between his legs, blanket forgotten. Gendry made to reach out pull her sex towards his mouth, she stopped him.

"Ser Carrick, remember?" she said, catching his wrists. Gendry sighed before looking up at her.

"That isn't fair," he said in a half serious tone of disappointment. He dropped his eyes back down to her sex. "And it looks really good,"

Sansa felt as if her entire body turn the angry red of her scar, and was about to part her legs slightly when a door slammed open outside, startling her out of her trance.

"Later," she said, stepping away. Gendry groaned but pushed himself up and began to lace himself into his trousers.

"Later," Gendry sighed.

…..

Sansa made it to her chamber before her maid was due to wake her. She pealed off her linen dress and threw it under the bed, as if she had just dropped it and crawled in bed the night before. She pulled the furs back and slipped into bed, just as she heard the door handle start to turn.

"Your Grace," Alyson's voice called meakly from the doorway. Sansa turned, ready to feign sleepiness.

"Mmmmm Hello, Alyson. Time to get up already?"

"Um," Alyson began to fiddle with her fingers. "Lord Stark asks for your presence in the hall. He says its an emergency and that I should fetch you right away,"

Sansa shot up in her bed and reached for the robe beside her bed, tying the pale blue sash around her waist with more strength than necessary.

"Did he say what it concerns?" she asks. Alyson shook her head.

"No, Your Grace," she said, as if embarrassed for not knowing.

"It's alright," Sansa said in the sweetest voice she could muster. "Take me to him?"

Alyson trailed behind Sansa as she walked down the main hall. When they came to the doors of the main hall, Sansa dismissed her maid and told her that she would see her in an hour. Once alone, Sansa pulled the door and let herself in.

Bran sat at the center of the largest table, surrounded by her council. Osha stood aside, leaning against a pillar, but stood alert when Sansa pushed past the door. Meera had been pouring over some documents with her brother and Bran when the three of their head perked up at the exact same time. Sansa made a quick walk up the middle, feeling her robe flow behind her from her strut.

"Whats the matter?" Sansa asked, coming to a stop in front of the table. "Alyson told me it was an emergency,"

it was only then that Sansa noticed how pale her brother looked. He held up a piece of parchment and handed it to her.

"Raven came early this morning," he explained as a she unfurled a note in her hand.

Sansa looked down, and read over the script. She read it again. Then again. For some reason, the words wouldn't enter her head.

She read it again, trying to force her brain to comprehend.

Fire. Tyrell. Death.

"The Tyrells are liars," Meera said suddenly. "Ambassadors from the Riverlands found Mace Tyrell holed up in the Army barracks - apparently he wasn't as banished as we thought."

"Sansa, the-" Bran stopped, catching his voice in his throat.

"What." Sansa said flatly. .

"A fire broke out in the barracks a few nights ago, when the castle was sleeping," Bran managed. "All of the….well, the ones who were off that night…."

"Dead," Osha finished for her friend. Bran sent her a thankful glance.

Sansa swallowed, determined to keep her face like stone.

"And Mace?"

Bran and Meera exchanged looks.

"Found him an hour's ride out," Meera said. "He'd been…brutalized."

"Brutalized?"

"Someone had taken his eyes," Meera offered.

"And his tongue!" Rickon shouted from his seat farther down.

"Rickon! Eat your oats!" Bran snapped back.

"No, you're not telling it right!" he shot back. "Tell it right!"

Bran sighed.

"It's…graphic," he said.

"I can take it," Sansa retorted.

"Someone had…severed…his genitals. And shoved them in his throat. After they had taken out his tongue."

"He was strung up on a tree, naked. Like they knew they were coming for him, and they wanted him to be humiliated."

"What does this have to do with us?" she asked abruptly. "We don't have any troops in Highgarden, nor allies. Do they think we orchestrated this?"

Bran's face drained of color and he brought his hands together.

"They found…something else." Jojen had finally spoken up.

"What?" Sansa asked.

"Tyrell's stomach," Bran interrupted. "There was a sword left in it, and the blade went missing first nights camp. It was remarkable because it was smaller…easier than most to make. As if…"

"…as if it were made for a little girl." Sansa finished.

Her gaze fell behind her council, settling on the stone behind them. The world seemed to go blank for a moment.

I knew it.