Thank you all for the lovely reviews. LOVE them. Trying to keep up with the ideas in my head..and I actually have another story in mind. But I'm sticking with this one. I will be focusing on Arya and John traveling, Sansa and Sandor traveling, we'll hear from Stannis and Tommen, and we will find out Gendry's plans with his group. Thank you to the real life MEG who has helped me with this in crazy hours of the morning.

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My God

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Arya groaned and tried not to slump over on her mare as the group came into their fifth hour of riding. The sun was now up and John had insisted they leave the Inn they were at early so they could reach another by dark. Upon hearing her groan, John looked back at her, "Alright?"

She quickly nodded, "I'm alright. Just a bit tired and sore." John held up his hand and called out, "Halt! My Lady needs to rest." The guards he arrived to Winterfell with stopped in front of them and Arya's guards stopped behind them and soon John was beside her leg, looking up at her, "Let me help you." She snorted, "I can do it myself!" Arya swung her leg over the horse and came to the ground, but her legs were sore and buckled under her, causing John to reach out and grab her. As he held her up, Arya could not help but lean into him as their eyes connected.

Upon seeing how she was in his arms, Arya jumped back and smoothed her gown, "Ya, thanks." John nodded and walked off to order some guards to find fresh water nearby.

As they ate, Arya sat next to John and she was deep in thought. John smirked, "You seem far away, my Lady." Arya stopped mid chew and shrugged, "You would be to if you had a lot to think about." They were quiet for a moment, until Arya whispered, "I don't even know how old you are."

John smiled to himself and looked at her, his long hair getting in his eyes, "I am nearly 26." Arya gasped, "You're-I mean-"

"You think me old? Arya, I have many years ahead of me yet." She hid a smile from him and before either could say another word, a guard came up to them, "My Lord, my Lady, we must move now." John nodded, "Yes, alright." He stood and took Arya's hand, bring her to her mare and without hesitation he lifted her, helping her mount. As he was about to mount his own, Arya grabbed her reins and spoke, "John?"

He turned to her and gave her a questioning look, "You called me Arya, instead of my Lady." He smirked and mounted his horse, "That is your name, isn't it? I am entitled to call my future wife that, yes?" Arya blushed and tried to make herself serious, "I only like the way you say it." They both stopped to look at each other in the eyes before Arya clicked her tongue, forcing her mare to walk forward with the guards. But as she rode in front of him, her mind kept chanting,

You have to find Gendry, stupid girl.

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Sandor and Sansa had already been on their own path to the Barrowlands for a few hours and once the children became restless, they had decided to stop, only a few more hours away from Jon and Megs home. Sansa lifted Marian in her arms and Baelfire walked beside her as they exited their carriage, "Your grace, there is a stream just there if you or the children wish to bathe." She looked to where the guard pointed and nodded, "Thanks to you."

Marian fussed as Sansa undressed her, "Marian, if you would have not decided to wet yourself in the carriage, I would not have to bathe you now." She picked up her naked daughter and place her in the chilly water, using a rag to wash her. Marian began to giggle as she found small stones to pick up and study before throwing them in the water. Baelfire sat on the grass beside his mother and played with his small wooden soldier Bronn carved for him, "I don't want to go see Uncle Jon."

Sansa looked to him while she lifted Marian from the water, "Why not? I am sure your sick uncle would love to see you."Baelfire frowned until Sansa said the magic words, "Besides, they are cooking your favorite; roasted pig." She saw her sons eyes light up and he stood, helping her dress Marian, "Alright out here?" Sandor came through the brush, holding his sword upon his shoulder, "Yes, we're alright. But your son does not wish to journey anymore and your daughter decided to wet herself in the carriage."

Marian pulled on her dresses ribbon and murmured, "Sorry, daddy." Baelfire was more stubborn, "I want to go home, papa." Sandor walked his children and picked up Marian, "It's alright, love. And you, boy. Your mother has been waiting for this trip for weeks. Your uncle is sick and you will show him and her more appreciation, understand?" Baelfire was holding onto his mothers skirts due to his fathers rising voice, "Yes, papa." Sansa giggled and began to walk to Sandor, but she soon became sick and before everyone knew it, she brought herself behind and tree and lost the contents in her belly. Sandor yelled, "Guards!" Two guards ran into the clearing and he hand Marian to one of them, "Take the children to the carriage."

Baelfire whimpered, "Momma?" Sandor pushed the boy, "Go, Baelfire, it's alright." The guards took the children and left while Sandor walked to the tree where he heard Sansa whimpering, "I-I'm sorry, Sandor." She stepped back and walked to the stream to clean her mouth, all the while, he stood behind her, holding her long hair back, "I-I don't know why this is so much harder. I'm sick every morning or afternoon and by nightfall I am exhausted. Marian was not like this."

He hushed her and helped her up, "Come here." He could feel her trembling and he lifted her into his arms, carrying her back to the carriage, "Is the Queen alright, sire?" Sandor growled, "She's only a bit sick. Open the door." The guard did as told and Sandor slid her in, "Momma!" She gave a weak smile and nodded, "It's alright, children. Your brother is making things harder for me." They each gave her belly a light pat and Sandor yelled out, "Move out!" He jumped into the carriage and soon they were off again. He leaned forward, taking her hand, "He?" Sansa smiled, "It's a boy, I know it is this time."

Sandor gave a nod of his head and sat back in his seat in the carriage, "When we stop next, I'll ride ahead with the men. I just wanted to make sure you were alright." Sansa smiled and pulled a nearly asleep Baelfire to her side before leaning back her head and closed her eyes, "You are too kind to me." Sandor snorted and next to him Marian yawned and climbed on his lap, "Papa, hum for me?" He sighed and began to hum "The bear and the maiden fair", which thankfully the children did not know the words to.

When Sansa heard his humming, she smiled, but kept her eyes closed. Oh, how she loved that song.

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Stannis stood upon his balcony in the Red Keep. The young King had insisted he stay in the safest part of the castle, just in case. In case of what? Stannis scoffed to himself as he thought of what Tommen told him, "People are looking to take your head, uncle."

The boy would call him uncle out of habit here and there, which did not go unnoticed by Stannis. So now, as he stood here, he looked out at the water that seemed for far away from him. A knock on his door broke his silence, "Come in." A guard walked in, helm on and catching his breath from horse riding, "My Lord, a letter for you has just arrived by a man on horseback."

Stannis walked inside and took the letter, which had a wax seal he did not recognize. He opened it with ease and saw the familiar red ink scrolled on the inside.

We know you are no longer in the free cities. You are a fool. I have written to inform you that your only child and heir, the lovely Lady Shireen is dead. Murdered in cold blood by your own man. I suspect he will come to you shortly with the news. Be informed and long live my faithful King. King Adrian.

The Red Priestess.

He looked up from his letter and to the guard, who stepped forward, "My Lord? Do you need to reply?" Stannis quickly shook his head as his vision became blurry with tears. His only daughter, his only heir, the girl he never paid attention to, was dead. Was it because of him? Davos would never kill the girl that he cared for.

His hearing was muffled and the tears must have been running down his face, for the guard in front of him grabbed his arm and was trying to get his attention. Stannis did not care. He cried out only one name before he fell to his knees, "Shireen..." He then passed out, leaving the guard to run for the King and a Maester.

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Gendry was exhausted. They had been on the road for days, and their leader still would not tell them of his plan or where they were going. Suddenly they were halted and Gendry strained his neck to see Hal jumped from his horse to greet someone. He dismounted as the others did and he gasped when he saw a banner with the Bolton sigil upon it. He pushed his way through the men he had been riding with and stopped behind Hal to see him smiling to the most frightening man he had ever seen. Not frightening in a way of height and strength, but his eyes.

His eyes were crazy and as was his smile. A smile that made false promises and spoke lies. Hal turned around and laughed, "Aha! Here he is! My boy, meet Ramsay Snow, or Ramsay Bolton, whatever you want to know him as." Gendry stayed calm when he head the name and when the man looked at him and smiled, "You may call me my Lord." Gendry bowed his head, "Of course, my Lord." Hal patted him on the back, "Good boy. Picked this one up in the Barrowlands. I suppose he is a bastard as well. Where is your father?" Ramsay smiled, "Out and about. He will be back soon, sir. Until then, my men will feed and water your horses and you may take refuge here. I do believe we have many plans to go over once my father returns."

Ramsay Bolton? He wanted to be far away from this man. He was nearly the same age as Gendry and has killed triple the amount of men with only a knife. Hal looked at him, "Welcome to your new home for the next few months, boy. Now, we can finally begin to carry out our new plan and Ramsay and his father will be the ones to help us."

Gendry nodded in silence and followed him and the others inside the dark castle; if you could call it that. Quiet. That was all he needed to do was stay quiet. For he was now in the Dreadfort and he expected to get out alive.

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I hope you enjoyed that. Ramsay and his father are going to be playing a major role in what is to come. Keep out for the next chapter for you will hear from Jon and Meg and more from Arya...who..will be married in the next one! Reviews welcome.