A/N: I'm going through GoT withdraws! I'm not going to be able to make it nine months...it's not happening! On a better note, I am starting to be able to watch some of Joe Dempsie's movies, which are awesome! I love him if you haven't noticed! Anyway, on with the next chapter...

"You weren't there," Gendry whispered.

Arya was staring at him and he at her. Grabbing her arm softly, he scooted her towards him, laying his forehead upon hers. The dream kept repeating itself over and over in his head. He remembered the faces of his men. He remembered the faces of Edric and Mya...even Stannis, but Arya's face had been missing. She wasn't there.

"You weren't there," he whispered again.

"Gendry, what's wrong?" she asked softly.

He did not know, though he felt as if he could not breathe. Why had he remembered other faces besides hers? The dream had felt so real. Why had she not bee by his side? He raised his forehead from hers, staring into her grey eyes. He could see a look of concern flowing out of them.

He reached his hand up, holding her cheek softly. "Marry me, Arya. Please. I will give you all in my power to give. I will lay you down in a featherbed, as deep and soft as I can find. I will dress you in the best yellow silk and on your head I will place a crown. Be my lady love and I swear I will be your lord till the day I have no breath left in my body. I will forever keep you safe, and my sword will forever guard you," he pleaded.

Arya did not answer him at first, but continued to stare. He could not read her face, for she was hiding her thoughts from him. Gendry opened himself to her, allowing her to see everything he felt. He allowed her to see his fears and his love. The hand caressing her cheek began to shake.

"No,"she whispered.

"No?" he croaked. He felt as though she had slapped him, as if she had driven a dagger through his chest and into his heart. Arya grabbed his face in between her hands and leaned slowly towards him. Her lips touched the skin on his forehead like smooth silk.

"I do not need a fetherbed, Gendry. I do not need the finest yellow silk, nor do I need a crown on my head. Give me a gown of golden leaves and bind my hair with grass. I need you to be no lord, but my forest love. In return, I will be your forest lass. These things are all that you need to promise me, and if you can do that...I will marry you," she whispered, her lips still touching his forehead.

Gendry's eyes slowly closed, his breath falling from his lips in one quick sigh. Arya had finally said yes. He leaned back, capturing her lips with his, his strong arms wrapping themselves around her small body and bringing her towards him. Arya's hands went around his thick neck. She kissed him back, just a hungry and wanting as he.

"I will give you all that you desire," he said, through his kisses. "Whatever Arya Stark wants, it will be hers.

"I desire only you," she said against his lips.

"And so, you shall have it." A smile began to grow on his lips.

Without a word of warning, Gendry grabbed Arya and stood from the bed. She yelped in surprise, her arms squeezing around his neck to keep from falling. He adjusted her legs around his waste and exited the tent. The moon still hung in the sky, shining brightly down on them. Most of the men were asleep, but some were walking the camp, keeping watch. When they noticed Gendry and Arya, they stopped at once, their faces showing confusion.

"She said yes!" Gendry said loudly.

Arya began to giggle in his ear, hiding her face in embarrassment. The men that stood and watched them began to smile, for they understood what Gendry was talking about.

"SHE SAID YES!" he screamed, surly waking up all in the camp.

The men around them began clapping and hooting in excitement and congratulations. Soon, other men began climbing out of the tent to see what the fuss was about. Some looked alarmed, as if they were expecting an attack, but the moment they saw Gendry holding Arya they relaxed. Before either of them could blink, they were surrounded by well wishers. Gendry allowed Arya to slid down his body, letting her feet touch the cool ground, but not letting her go completely. As he shook the hands of his men, he realized this was the happiest he had ever been. The dream he had had melted away. But no matter how much he tried to shake it, he felt a small ball of dread grow in the pit of his stomach. Nothing had ever been that simple, and he feared that marrying the girl he loved would not be that simple either. He decided to push his mind away from the thought. He would not dwell on negative thoughts, and if something did happen, he would deal with it then.

Gendry watched his men congratulate Arya, but something caught his eye to his left. Turning his face fully to look, he noticed Stannis watching them. The man's face was calm, and a hint of a smile was present. He excused himself from his men, kissing Arya lightly on the temple, and walking towards his uncle.

They stood in shadow, neither speaking for what felt like an eternity. "Your father would have been pleased with this news, I dare say," Stannis finally said.

"Would he?" Gendry said, quietly.

"Like a moth to a flame, a Baratheon is drawn to a Stark. Your father loved a Stark, the girl's aunt to be exact, and that love started a brutal war. Nothing good has ever come from a Baratheon loving a Stark, Gendry."

"I am not my father," Gendry answered.

Stannis turned his face towards Gendry, his blue eyes sparkling in the moon's light. "Yet you have killed in her name before. You have created an army of thousands to avenge her supposed death. You are more like Robert than you realize. It is why these men follow you."

"Is this where you give me advice...uncle?" Gendry said, his words sarcastic.

Stannis' smile was barely visible, there one moment but gone the next. "I doubt you would listen if I did. You are aware that some will look down upon this marriage, for she is a lady and you are no lord?"

"I do not care."

"For her sake, you should. It is the way of the world, Gendry. You are but a hedge knight, but she, she is a lady of House Stark. You have no land, no money. You have nothing to give her as her status requires. You are not a fool, and I know you know this," Stannis said softly.

Gendry felt like he was back in the forge the day Dondarrion came to speak with him. Their conversation drifted to his mind, replaying over and over like a broken record. He had been in this situation before, and the aftermath of that conversation was shattering.

"The last time I listened to someone tell me I wasn't good enough for Arya I let her go. I let her walk away from me and hell is what that decision left in its wake. I let her down, abandoning her in the worst of ways. I will never allow that to happen again. I love her, more than I've loved anything, and I will make her my wife in every way. I will not turn from her again just because I am not a lord. I will give her more than any lord could give her."

"I wish I had half your conviction, Gendry. If that is your choice, then I must give you my congratulations. If you will only think about what I said earlier, about giving me your allegiance and these men, I can give you something in return. I have the power to legitimize you, Gendry. I have the power to make you a lord. I can give lands. I can give you money...anything you desire."

Gendry looked away, shaking his head and chuckling. "I am no lord, nor will I ever be. I am of the forest now, uncle."

Stannis clasped Gendry on the shoulder, squeezing lightly. "I will retire to my tent now. My men and I will leave in a couple of hours for the wall. I pray you will keep your mind opened to what I have said. Our alliance can serve a greater purpose, one that you cannot even fathom. House Baratheon can sit upon the iron throne once more as it should be!" With that, Stannis walked away into the shadows, but before he could completely disappear, he stopped. Turning, he said, "You might be interested to know that your sister Mya is from the Eyrie. She has confided in me about a certain individual who is hiding there. It might be of some importance to your betrothed."

Gendry watched Stannis disappear, his words running through his head. Who could it be? He made a note to ask Mya about it, for it concerned Arya it concerned him as well. He watched Arya with his men for a moment. They all gathered around her, laughing and welcoming her in their midst. It made pride swell within him. He did not care what all of Westeros thought of him marrying Arya as long as his men approved. To him, that was all that mattered. With a long sigh, Gendry turned away from the group realizing he had some unfinished business. He knew she would be awake, for he never knew her to sleep.

He walked in the shadow, until he came across her tent. Two men stood at the entrance, and as soon as they saw him, they bowed their heads. He nodded at them as he passed to enter. She was sitting on her bed, her face looking straight ahead. Gendry stood at the entrance, not wanting to go inside any further. He knew she knew he was there whether she acknowledged him or not. Moments passed in silence as he watched her watching the wall.

"Have you come here to give me my sentence?" Lady Stoneheart said softly.

No matter how angry he was at her, she had been there through everything. A part of him acknowledged this, though he knew she could no longer stay with the Brotherhood. She would never give up her power, never let the men live in peace. He had known this for a while now, but Arya's return had given him strength to do something about it. Still, it did not take away from the fact that she was one of them. He could not throw her out to fend for herself. Lady Stoneheart never asked to be awakened from the dead, never asked to live in her rage. Yes, he was here to give her her sentence, but he had no idea what that was. He sighed heavily, feeling his lack of sleep.

"I have done nothing to warrant such treatment. This is wrong, Gendry. I am the leader of the Brotherhood and you have committed treason! If anyone should deserve to sit in their tent with men guarding them it should be you," she spat.

"Leadership is given where men give it. You taught me that, Lady Stoneheart," Gendry said, calmly.

She finally looked up at him, anger written on her face. "Then, oh brave leader, what will you do with me?" she whispered.

In the moments that passed after she asked her question, the answer finally hit him. It would get her away from the men, yet it would still give her a purpose inside the Brotherhood. She would not like it, but he knew she would go just out of curiosity.

"I am sending you and five hundred of my men with Stannis to the Wall. There, you will be a guest amongst the men., but that is not the reason I am sending you. Lady Stoneheart, Stannis told me something is happening beyond the Wall. The wildlings and white walkers are on the move. They head towards the Wall of ice, but their purpose is not good. You and my men will go and help to fortify the Wall's protection, and when their purpose is known, you will come back here to me and my men and give report. I heed you to accept this, for it is a mercy sentence."

"You think sending me to the Wall is a mercy sentence? I am a woman. They will turn me away. Besides, Stannis will have me murdered the first chance he gets!"

"Not with five hundred men around you. Stannis will not touch you, nor will the men on the Wall refuse you with five hundred men. They will welcome you as a guest. They will fear you as a powerful woman. You know this, Lady Stoneheart. This is what I command of you."

She stared at him. He could see the wheels in her head moving, see that she was interested. "Why? Why the wall?" she asked.

"It is a long journey, one that I hope will quench your need for blood." Gendry walked slowly towards her, sitting on the bed and looking directly at her. Her unnaturally, white skin was illuminated by the glow of the candles. He could not help but to feel sorry for her. No one deserved to live as she had to live.

"The anger and rage will never be sated as yours is. My Ned and Robb are still dead, still rotting corpses. I was not as lucky as you to have them returned to me."

"I know," Gendry said painfully. He reached a hand out, laying it upon her cold one. "But my men and I are on a different course now. The people of the Riverlands need our protection, something we've abandoned on the road of revenge. The hunt for the Boltons and Lannisters will never die away, Lady Stoneheart, but I can no longer allow it to be of the scale that it was. I realize you cannot accept this, nor will I ask you to any longer. I cannot take your rage and anger away, but I cannot allow it to break the Brotherhood apart."

"So, you send me to the Wall instead?"

"Yes," he answered softly.

"Finally, Ser Gendry of the Hollow Hill, you have become a true leader," Lady Stoneheart whispered. For a moment, her lips twitched in a smile, but it did not build in to one. She turned her hand over, squeezing his for a moment before letting go. "Leave me. I have a long journey ahead of me and I must rest."

Gendry stood and made his way back out into the night. Most of the men had retired to their tents, but the man he wanted to see was still talking with Arya. He walked towards them, kissing Arya lightly on the head before asking Harwin to follow him. The men excused themselves from Arya and walked away from the camp.

"I need you to choose five hundred men to accompany Lady Stoneheart, Stannis and his men to the Wall. They will leave at dawn, so I apologize for the short notice, but the idea just came to me," Gendry said.

"Five hundred men? You're sending five hundred of our men, and Lady Stoneheart too, with Stannis and his men? Is this really wise?"

"Harwin, there is something coming, something beyond the Wall. I need to know what that something is. I also need to get Lady Stoneheart out of this camp, just for a while, so I can put us back on the right course. If she stays, that will never happen. I do not fear Stannis, for his numbers are less than the five hundred I'm sending. He would be a fool to strike them."

"And if he tries to turn them to his cause? I understand he is blood, Gendry, but I do not know if this plan of yours is wise," Harwin said, his words measured.

"It is a chance I must take. I need answers and I need them fast. The men at the Wall need hands and I have many to give. This is my choice," he said, not leaving any room for argument.

Harwin did not say another word, but bowed and went in search for the five hundred men. Gendry was left in darkness and silence, praying that he was making the right decision.

The next day, Arya made her way towards the inn on the back of Nymeria. When she came into the village, many people stopped and gasped at the direwolf. Nymeria paid them no attention as she took her master towards the door of the inn. Arya had come to tell Hot Pie the news about her and Gendry's betrothal. She had left Gendry with his uncle. The night before, he had told her of his plan to send men to the Wall. He told her of his plan to send Lady Stoneheart to the wall, and the only thing she could think of was the shock on Jon's face when he came face to face with the woman. That was, if Jon was still alive and at the Wall. She had not heard a word about his safety, something that drove hard nails into her stomach. She longed for the day when she could look upon his face again, longed for the day when she could feel him mussing her hair again.

She entered the inn to the chorus of singing from the orphans. They were hard at work, cleaning floors and table tops. The inn was not yet opened to its patrons. Arya went towards the bar, seeing Jeyne and Mya scrubbing the wood. The women looked up at her, smiling lightly. She had not had a chance to talk with Gendry's sister, and the thought of his siblings had her mind reeling. Soon, this girl would be her sister-in-law, so she might as well get to know her.

"Need a hand?" she asked Jeyne.

The girl shook her head no. "Just finishing up. We open in a few moments. Can I get you something to drink?"

"No, I'm fine, thank you."

Arya turned her attention towards Mya, who was staring at her with a thoughtful look. "You look nothing like her," she said softly, speaking her thoughts out loud.

Arya looked puzzled. "Not like who?" she asked.

"I come from the Eyrie, Arya. I knew your sister, Sansa."

The moment the name was spoken, Arya felt the breath leave her body. She stared, wide-eyed, at the girl before her, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. "My sister?" she breathed.

"Yes. Before Stannis came and took me away, she and I were friends. She misses you a great deal," Mya said softly.

"She—she is alive?" Arya whispered, the first tear falling from her eyes.

Mya nodded her head. "She is alive, but I do not think she is in any better place at the Vale than she was at King's Landing. She is surrounded by serpents."

Sansa, sweet, beautiful, wonderful, annoying, Sansa was alive. It was the first time since she came face to face with Lady Stoneheart that she realized some of her family were still living. "W—who is there with her? Is she with my aunt?"

Mya hesitated for a moment, causing Arya to fear the worst. Her eyes pleaded with the girl to answer. "There is a new lord of the Vale, Arya."

"A new lord?" she asked, confused.

"Lord Petyr Baelish," Mya answered.

"Lord Petyr Baelish?" Arya spat.

She knew the man from her days at King's Landing. She remembered the way his eyes would slither from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet, yet they always moved on to Sansa. She knew the man grew up with her mother and aunt, and had even heard the man was in love with her mother. The thought of Sansa in his clutches caused her anger. Arya vowed right then and there to get her sister out of harms way. If she had to go to the Vale and tear the place to shreds she would. Though her and Sansa had hard feelings between them, the girl was her blood, her family, and she loved her despite their differences.

Hot Pie came from the kitchen, Edric following him. Both boys had their hands full with cups and dishes. Seeing them, made Arya put her sister in the back of her mind, though she would not forget what needed to be done.

"Hi, Arya, where's Gendry?" Hot Pie said in greeting.

"He's bidding his uncle goodbye."

Mya and Edric exchanged glances, a moment of fear passing on their faces. "Gendry is glad to have the both of you stay with him," Arya added, easing their tension. It seemed to do the job as both began to smile.

"What brings you here today?" Hot Pie asked, taking a seat beside her.

Arya bumped his shoulder playfully. "He asked me and I said yes," she answered.

It took Hot Pie no time to understand her words. His eyes went wide, his face lighting up in a smile.

"Asked you what?" Willow said, taking a seat beside her. She had not seen the girl in a few days, and barely had time to get to know her, but she knew the girl was important to Gendry. The anger she had felt towards Willow and their first meeting and calmed. She felt grateful towards the girl, for in her absence she had helped to gap some of Gendry's loneliness.

"He asked me to marry him."

There was a loud clatter from behind the bar and everyone looked over towards Jeyne. She was standing with her back turned to them. The plates she carried in her hands were in ruins on the floor. Arya felt a pang in her chest, for she had forgotten about the girl's feelings for Gendry. She felt no ill will towards Jeyne, and couldn't blame the girl for her attraction to Gendry. Jeyne had never overstepped her boundaries since she had returned, and Arya respected the girl for it.

"Let me help you with that," Edric said, bending down to help pick up the broken pieces. Arya watched him, watched the quick glances he sent Jeyne's way. It was as plain as day to see those glances spoke of his affection towards Jeyne. The girl was too busy looking down to notice. Arya willed her head to look up, willed the girl's eyes to see what was in front of her, but she never did. Perhaps she would put a whisper in Jeyne's ears just to help them along.

The front door came open and the orphans began to squeal and yell at the person who was walking in. They all turned to see Gendry being overrun by the children. He laughed as they collided in to him, hugging his legs, arms and chest. Arya smiled, watching him with the children. It was plain to see that they loved him and he them.

"Why haven't you come to see us?" one of the children asked.

"You used to come all the time!" another yelled.

"Don't you want to play with us anymore?"

The questions continued, until Gendry had talked to every last orphan before him. As soon as they were satisfied, they went back to their chores. Gendry stood and walked towards the bar. He and Arya's eyes met and he smiled a gorgeous smile, taking her breath away. She would wake up to the smile for the rest of her life. He stood behind her, resting a hand lightly on her shoulder as his other hand went out to take Hot Pie's outstretched hand of congratulations. Gendry looked over at Mya and Edric, nodding his head and smiling. He reached over towards Willow, mussing her hair. Arya felt her heart squeeze at that, her mind thinking of Jon again.

"Stop that!" Willow said, trying to sound annoyed but failing. Her smile gave away her true feelings. Jeyne walked towards the kitchen before Gendry could greet her. Arya watched her go before standing and leaving the group to talk amongst themselves as she made her way to follow Jeyne.

As she entered the kitchen, she saw the girl's shoulders heaving. "Jeyne," she called softly.

Jeyne fliched at hearing Arya's voice, and her hands swiped at her face as swiftly as possible. Still, when she turned to face Arya, she could see the tears still in the girl's eyes. "Congratulations, Arya. I truly mean that," she said, her voice full of tears.

"Thank you."

"When is the wedding?" Jeyne said, turning to busy herself with more dishes.

"We haven't talked that through yet, but probably soon. Jeyne—I..." she started but Jeyne stopped her. "Don't," she whispered. "You do not have to say a word, Arya. He never grew to have the same feelings that I did. You were never far from his mind, and there was never room for anyone else. I realize that and will always understand that."

Arya nodded her head. "Thank you, though. You were there for him when I couldn't be. I will always be grateful for that. He cares a great deal for you, Jeyne."

"I know," the girl whispered.

Arya smiled, causing Jeyne to give her a watery smile in return. Arya turned to walk back to the others, but stopped before leaving the room. "You know, there is another who has his eyes only on you. You might want to look up, otherwise you might miss his looks next time."

Arya left Jeyne with a puzzled and surprised look on her face. Gendry was seated at a table with Edric and Mya. They were talking softly, smiles on all their faces. She watched them for a moment. They really did resemble one another, though they were only half-siblings.

"So, when's the big day?" Willow belted out.

She was looking from Gendry to Arya, waiting for an answer.

Gendry looked over towards Arya, smiling softly. "Ask the bride to be," he answered.

Arya rolled her eyes. She should have known he would leave that huge decision to her. She thought about it as all eyes stayed glued to her face. Her eyes were only on Gendry's blue ones. She thought about how much time they had lost. Years they spent away from each other, and she started to feel uneasy. She didn't want to waste any more time.

"A week," she whispered.

Gendry's smile widened. "A week it is, m'lady," he said.

"Gives us enough time to plan a wedding for people to remember!" Mya said, laughing.

"No!" Arya said at once. "I don't want anything big. I—I don't particularly like weddings," she said, an obvious shiver running down her spine.

The room went silent at Arya's outburst. All smiles vanished from their faces as Gendry slowly got to his feet. He walked the distance between them, wrapping his arms around a visibly shaken Arya.

"Oh, I am so sorry," Mya said, horrified. "I did not think before I spoke. Arya, forgive me."

"There's nothing to forgive," she said, barely able to speak. Images assaulted her. Images of blood and dismemberment. Images of her brother's dead body and of her mother's slit throat.

"Hey," Gendry whispered, laying his forehead on hers. "Look at me."

She opened her eyes, her misery written in her grey eyes. "It can be just you and me if that is what you want. It will be nothing more and nothing less that what you desire."

Arya kissed him softly, his words calming her immediately. She looked over at Mya, giving the girl a soft smile. She knew she meant no harm. "You knew about what happened to my family?" Arya asked her.

"I—I was there when your sister found out."

Arya felt Gendry flinch. She looked over at him seeing his eyes grow distant. "Gendry?" she called to him, but he did not answer. Instead, he turned from her and walked back towards Mya.

"You are from the Eyrie? Stannis told me you were from there."

"Yes," Mya answered. "I have lived there all my life."

"He said there was someone there, someone of importance to Arya," said Gendry.

"My sister," Arya answered before Mya could.

She watched Gendry's eyes grow distant again, wondering what was going through his head. Suddenly, he shot to his feet and hurried towards Arya. Before she knew what hit her, he kissed her long and deep. "You and I will be married in one week, but I must tend to some business before then." There was excitement in his voice.

"Business? Gendry, what are you up to?" she asked. She eyed him suspiciously.

"Trust me!" he whispered, pleadingly. "I have to go away for a few days, but I will return."

"Go away? Gendry, what is going on?" she asked, her temper rising at his secrecy.

"You will understand when I return. I want you to stay here with the others. I will be back before the wedding," he said, kissing her long and deeply again.

When he let her go, he walked over to Hot Pie. "Take care of them while I am gone! You gave me a promise in Harrenhal, remember?"

"I remember," the boy said, his face looking as confused as Arya felt.

With that, Gendry hurried out of the inn and a while later, he left the Brotherhood's camp with over two hundred men. Arya watched him go, not knowing where or what he was doing.

The days passed slowly by as she worried for his safety, worried about what he was doing. By day, she practiced her Water Dance, missing the way combat made her feel alive. Though she loved being here with Gendry, she missed the action that used to be in her life in Bravvos. She spent the mornings dueling in her head, and at night she helped in the inn. She spent a lot of time with Mya, getting to know the girl and finding that she had made a friend, something she was desperately lacking in. But it was in the dead of night, as others slept, that she sat underneath the stars with Nymeria longing to see Gendry's smile again. Their wedding day was coming up fast, yet he was no where to be found.

"He's okay, isn't he, Nymeria?" she whispered to the direwolf. Nymeria whined in response.

It was the day before her wedding when Arya could take no more of his absence. She climbed atop Nymeria. The direwolf flew through the forest heading towards the Brotherhood's camp. She would demand one of the men to tell her where he was and why he wasn't back. She felt dread, so strong, start to travel throughout her body. Had he come across an ambush? One so large his two hundred men could not overcome? He was a powerful man, everyone in Westeros knew it, and he would be a valuable prisoner. When he came back, she would beat him to a bloody pulp for putting her through this.

"The stubborn, bull-headed boy!" she breathed through the wind whipping around her.

She made it to the camp in record time, heading straight towards Harwin. The men took a step back, eyeing the direwolf warily as it came to a stop before them.

"Where is he?" Arya seethed.

None of the men answered her. "I said where is he!" she yelled.

"M'lady," Harwin started. "Don't," Arya interrupted. "I just need you to tell me where he is, so I can go and flay him!"

Harwin opened his mouth to answer, but the man on lookout burst through the camp. "They're back!" he bellowed. "They're back!"

Arya ran for the path leading to the camp. Sure enough, she saw the host of men galloping towards them. She felt tears in her eyes the moment she saw Gendry's smile. She was both angry and elated that he was coming towards her. First, she would beat him to a bloody pulp, then she would kiss him till she could kiss him no longer.

"Do you have any idea what you've done to me these past few days?" she seethed at him when he came within ear shot. Arya threw her hands up in the air. "Do you have any idea what was going through..."

She stopped, noticing someone riding on the back of his horse. Their face was obscured by a hood, but as they pushed it back, Arya felt her world shift underneath her feet. She could not speak, could not think about anything but the person's face. She watched, wide-eyed, as Gendry climbed from his horse and helped the person down, yet their eye contact was never broken.

Arya was frozen in place as the person walked towards her. Tears blinded her vision, yet she did not look away. She was aware of Gendry watching her, aware of the smile on his face. No words could have ever express how much she loved him in that moment. There was no way of truly showing him what he had just done for her. Arya opened her mouth to speak, but a gasped escaped instead.

The person came to stand in front of them, tears showing in their eyes as well. Though her vision was blurred, she was desperate to drink in the person's face. She was desperate to keep this moment in her memory for as long as she lived. The person did not stop when they came before her, but threw their arms around her and squeezed. Arya grabbed them, slamming her eyes. Tears soaked through her closed eyelids as she began to sob. The person sobbed in her ear as well. She could not believe it, did not think it was possible, yet Gendry had made it possible for her.

Arya's eyes shot open, searching for him. He was standing in front of her, tears in his eyes as well. His chin trembled with the effort to keep from crying, yet his smile remained. "T—Thank you," she cried to him.

She did not give him time to answer, but leaned back and looked into the person's face. Soft hands came up and touched her cheeks softly. They both began to laugh through their sobs. Arya touched the person's hair, seeing it's unnatural, dark color. Though she did not recognize the hair, she would know the face anywhere.

"Sansa," she finally was able to whisper.

Her sister smiled at her, reaching up to kiss her forehead lightly. "It's me, Arya, it's me."

Her sister was here with her, by the gods, she was here. While she was thinking of ways to torture Gendry for putting her through stress in his absence, he had risked his life to bring Sansa to her. It truly was an overwhelming thought.

"Sansa," Arya said again, as she grabbed her sister in a hug once more. It was the only word she could make her mouth say.

A/N: Yay! Sansa and Arya are reunited again! I'm soooo excited about writing the next chapter! It will be another HUGE turning point of the story! Get those reviews coming people!