Look! An update! *gasp*sorry guys, I have no excuse. I've had a rough pregnancy and it seems like I've had terrible writer's block this whole eight and a half months.

This chapter isn't took long but I feel like it's helped me get back in the swing of things. Also I felt terrible about leaving you guys with that cliffhanger for so long.

Sorry for any grammatical errors or typos, I read it over a few times, I don't have a beta reader or editor and I do miss things.

Please review and let me know how you like the revelations in this chapter!

Chapter 21

The Hound flew off of Sansa scrambling to pull his breeches up.

Myrcella's door swung open as she stared, she whispered, "Master Clegane."

She turned to Sansa, "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt, I woke in a strange place confused and I—"

Brienne and Podrick burst through Sansa's chamber door, Brienne brandishing her sword, "I heard a scream, Lady Sansa."

Brienne and Podrick stopped and gaped at the Hound.

Sansa clutched her sheets to her chest, "I can explain."

Brienne and Podrick looked at each other at a loss for words.

"It better be good," Arya hissed from the door way, still weak she clutched the door frame, the blacksmith behind her, helping to hold her up.

"Arya, please," Sansa pleaded, tears starting to form in her blue eyes.

"How could you? After all that he's done? He killed Micah! He nearly killed Brienne."

Podrick crossed his arms and scoffed, "Well she nearly killed him but that's besides the point."

"He watched Joffrey beat you!" Arya screamed, tears welling in her silver eyes, nearly falling, the Blacksmith caught her, "After all that he's done, how could you let him touch you?"

Sansa rose, her white bedfurs covering her body, "What happened to finding a man who found me worthy? He saved me from Joffrey's abuse more times than I can count, saved me from the vicious people of King's Landing. He tried to take me back to Robb during the Battle of the Blackwater and you have no idea how much I've regretted not going with him."

Sansa began to sob, "Maybe, maybe if I had gone with him, I would've been able to stop Robb from being so desperate to find us, maybe he wouldn't have gotten involved with the Freys. Maybe he wouldn't have died."

"So he would've stopped his conquest if you had been found? He wouldn't have kept looking for me? Is that it?" Arya growled.

"You were gone!" Sansa screamed, "You escaped and left me to the lions! You took off and I was left trapped with father's killers! A pawn in a war! You abandoned me, left me for dead!"

"Yoren saved me! I was in the crowd when father was beheaded, he hid me and smuggled me out while I was still numb from him dying. I didn't do it on purpose! At least you were in a nice, warm castle while I was wading through the wilderness during the war," Arya bared her teeth at her sister, hobbling closer, "At least you were nice and warm in a castle while I starved!"

"How dare you!? How dare you dismiss what I went through!" Sansa shook with fury, "You don't know what that beast did to me!"

Arya rolled her eyes, dismissing her sister's anger with a shrug of her shoulders, "And who begged father to be betrothed to a boy she didn't know? Why took sides with him after he attacked my friend and got Lady killed? All of our troubles, ALL OF THEM! Why father even went to King's Landing, it all comes back to you! All of this is your fault!"

Sansa slapped Arya.

Arya froze, her eyes wide and mouth agape.

The room went still.

"You hit me," Arya whispered.

Sansa collapsed into sobs, the Hound knelt to comfort her with Myrcella on her other side, the scarred blonde robbed her back.

"You deserved it."

They all turned to see Jon, flanked by Ghost and Daenerys.

"Jo—" Arya began but Jon held up his hand.

"Enough," Jon snapped, "While the scene before us is shocking, your attack on Sansa is completely uncalled for, you know as well as I father could not turn down a request from the queen. She fell under the Joffrey boys spell, she was a young girl. It's been more than a decade Arya, you're a grown woman now, you need to let go of this resentment for your sister."

Jon turned to Sansa, "And you."

Sansa looked up at Jon.

Jon shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh, "All I'll say is that it seems that this had been going on for awhile and I expect something out of it."

"A marriage?!" Arya gasped.

Jon glared at Arya and signaled Gendry to lead her away.

The blacksmith complied and started leading Arya down the hall.

Jon waited until they disappeared down the hall before turning back to Sansa, "Yes, this—"

He gestured to the Hound and Sansa, "Has obviously been going on for quite awhile, I would like to your intentions with my sister Clegane."

The Hound rolled his eyes, "Well I would've married the Bird the second I got here if she would've let me."

"Sansa?" Jon asked, his face pinched, "You obviously- care a great deal for Master Clegane, I know you've had two loveless and passionless marriages before this one. Are you opposed to a marriage with a man who cares so much for you?"

"No," Sansa seemed to be calming down, "I knew Arya would react like that, I thought you would too. I know I am a lady and he is not nobility of any distinguished rank, I assumed you would marry to some advantageous man that supports Rickon."

Jon seemed to struggle for an answer.

Daenerys stepped forward with smile, "What I think your brother wants to say is that after all your family has been through, he can't exactly fault you for coping in any way you can."

Jon nodded, "Honestly, after your first two marriages, I never planned to marry you off, I couldn't put you through that again."

Jon knelt to his sister, "If you think you're ready, I will let Clegane and you get married, it's up to you, if this is the man you want to marry, his past and all."

Sansa nodded and smiled at Jon.

Jon smiled back, "It's settled then."

Gendry led Arya to an overhang where they could watch Rickon train and helped her sit.

Arya seethed, breathing deeply in and out.

Gendry sat next to her waiting silently.

"So?" Arya growled.

"So, what?" Gendry asked grinning at Arya.

"So, I'm waiting for you to tell me that I was too harsh on my sister, that it's been so long and we were apart for so long I should just be happy to have her bacl and that who she chooses to love is her business," Arya put her head in her hands.

Gendry shrugged, "All I was going to say was for a woman of your sister's beauty, I never would have guesses she was involved with that man."

Arya looked up at Gendry, a scowl on her face, "Oh, really? She is gorgeous isn't she."

Gendry's eyes softened, "I find you prettier though."

Arya started to turn red, her eyes almost panicked, "Gendry, listen—"

Gendry waved her off, "I understand, we'll save this talk until I get back from the battle, when I return though I want to talk about us."

"When you return?"

"Yes, when I return—"

"It sounds like you're saying that I'm staying behind," Arya laughed.

"Well look at your injuries," Gendry gestured at her frailty.

Arya laughed louder, "I'll be fine by tomorrow, no use for mythical assassins who can't bounce back from a little poisoning. I will be going into battle and if you think for a second that I would ever be one of those girls who waves you off into battle and gives you a token of my love for when you return, you are insane."

Arya carefully rose to her feet and turned from Gendry to hobble away.

"Arya, wait—" Gendry rose but stopped, letting her go.

"Jon, can we have a word? Will you take a walk with me?" Daenerys asked.

Jon nodded, getting to his feet, Ghost following closely behind.

He led Dany out of the castle and they began their walk.

Dany looked to Ghost before returning her eyes to Jon, "I love your wolves, their loyalty, more loyal in a way dragon's could ever be."

"If only they were as large or fierce," Jon's eyes met her, a small smile playing at his lips, he wrapped his furs around him tighter, "It still astounds me that you don't get cold."

Dany laughed, "It is strange, I didn't realize how strange it was until I ventured north. They don't have cold like this in Essos."

They heard a screech in the sky and Rhaego swooped down. Landing in between Jon and Daenerys.

"He sure is getting large," Jon chuckled as Rhaego nudged his hand, urging Jon to pet him.

"He's a she," Daenerys chuckled.

"How can you tell?" Jon looked at Rhaego head to toe.

"They can change genders, in a pack of dragons they will change their gender to even out the brood. Drogon and Rhaegal are male, Viserion the only female, Rhaego was male at first but changed to even it out. That way more eggs can be produced and their chances of survival are stronger," Dany explained, "But enough of that, I have an ulterior motive for bringing you out here."

"Yes?"

"A year ago, an assassin posing as a tailor tried to kill me with poisoned clothes pins, pins bearing Death's Nudge, a poison your sister recently nearly died from, said sister seems to possess the supernatural abilities of a group in Braavos called the Facelessmen," Dany stopped and glared at Jon, "Did you try to have me killed?"

GLOSSARY:

When the Starks found Jon again:

-Sansa was saved by Jon two years before the story. See Battle of the Wolfswood

-Bran found Jon three years before the story.

-Rickon was brought to the wall three years before the story.

-Arya returned from Braavos 1 year before the story.

The Battle of Wolfswood: A battle where Jon broke the Watch's oath and marched them south, allied with the Wildlings and Stannis to take back Winterfell from the Boltons and save Sansa from the Boltons. (Escape with Theon that happened in season 5 did not happen)

The Battle of Skirling Pass: 2 years before story, after taking back Winterfell, Jon and the Watch, the Wildlings and Stark and Stannis' bannermen battled the White Walkers and the Night King for the last time. Jon won the battle by trapping the White Walkers in Skirling Pass and raining down a thousand dragonglass arrows on them.

Dragons:

-Drogon: Largest dragon, black with a red glint to his scales, red eyes and his fire breath is black and burns the hottest. Alpha dragon. Male. Daenery's favorite though he is arrogant, has a foul temper and listens to her the least.

-Viserion: Female. Mate to Drogon. Most intelligent dragon. She is fiercely loyal to her brothers and Daenerys but she is very proud and doesn't like humans or to be referred to as a pet or property. Cream scales with golden understones, her claws and eyes are golden. Her fire breath is also golden.

-Rhaegal: Male. Known as Rhaegal the Slow Roaster because though his fire breath isn't as hot, it'll kill you more slowly and painfully. Emerald colored scales with bronze undertones. His claws and eyes are bronze. His fire is green. Lazy like a cat, he enjoys sunning himself on top of the Red Keep.

-Rhaego: Hatchling of Drogon and Viserion, still tiny and very young. Silver scales with black undertones. Rhaego's claws, teeth and eyes are black and Rhaego's firebreath is black.