Arya is back in Westeros, seeking the names she has whispered to herself over and over. But a different name finds her ears- a name from a different list. She didn't believe the rumors at first- that a bastard king was about to make his claim... Not until he and his brotherhood without banners take her prisoner. Arya/Gendry

She does not dance or feast at a table. She stands motionless near the roaring bonfire, staring in to its flames. His feet carry him forward, toward the gathering, by a force he can't explain. Perhaps it is his curiosity that carries him toward this look-alike girl, since he knows the real girl to be dead. A Gendrya reunion fic.

In the ashes of war-torn Westeros, the fate of the remnants of House Stark - and that of their lovers, allies, friends, and foes - hangs in the balance. Has turned into my best attempt to complete the entire ASOIAF saga. ***COMPLETE***

Being in his arms felt like coming home, as if she'd never left it. It felt like those stolen nights in the loft above the smithy. Like those days in the meadows with Nymeria nearby. It felt wrong, yet it also felt right.