After the retake of Winterfell and the defeat of Ramsay, a wedding is forced upon Sansa and the newly appointed King in the North; Jon. But it isn't plain sailing, Sansa and Jon both carry the trauma of the past month. Sansa is scared of intimacy, and Jon is all too keen to test his resurrected body. Davos is sympathetic, and Melisandre loves to pry (Warning rating will become M).

He can't leave the room. Her room. And it's all the Order's fault. Confined to a small space with only the Mudblood for company, something's going to give. Maybe his sanity. Maybe not. "There," she spat. "Now your Blood's filthy too!" DM/HG. PostHBP.

Margaery is throwing another party and Sansa worked so hard to get her sister there. Gendry seems to appreciate all the hard work when he sees Arya at the keg. Drinks are flowing, games are being played, and people begin to pair off.

The heart lies and the head plays tricks on us, but the eyes see true. Look with your eyes. AU. Arya x Gendry.