Allow me to apologise for the long delay in updating. Life has a very nasty habit of getting in the way. Thank you all for your reviews and follows. Every time I get one I get a little jolt of excitement, knowing that people actually like my story.

As per always: I OWN NOTHING

Her reunion with Sansa didn't go as she'd expected. When they were children they'd always been at odds with each other. Sansa had always liked to wear dresses and do her needlework, basically being the perfect little lady their mother had always wanted.

Arya, on the other hand, had always preferred to run around in boys clothes, playing in the dirt and practising her archery. Everything their mother had despised.

But all that was forgotten as Arya walked into the Great Hall with Bran. Sansa looked up from her place at the High Table, her hand going straight to her mouth in shock. Then in a very un-Sansa like moment, she rose from her seat and literally ran across the hall, sweeping Arya up into a bone crushing hug.

"Are you real?" she said. "I'm not imagining this am I? You really are here!"

"I'm here," Arya replied, "I've finally come home."

They spoke for the next few hours. Sansa told her about everything she'd been through since their father's death. How she'd been mentally tortured by Joffrey, right up until his death and how Littlefinger had smuggled her out of King's Landing. How he'd taken her to The Eerie, to their Aunt Lysa. For him to push her through the Moon Door, on the pretence of protecting Sansa when all he'd wanted was to rule The Vale.

She went on to tell Arya about how Littlefinger sold her to the Bolton's. How he had talked her into marrying Ramsey, where she had been the victim of daily beatings and nightly rapes. It was here that she'd finally met up with Theon again. He'd been tortured so badly that he couldn't even remember his own name.

It was with some gentle, and then not so gentle, coaxing from Sansa, that he finally remembered who he was. And even though he feared for his life, had helped her escape. They'd met with Brienne and Podrick in the woods and had then parted. Theon was going back to the Iron Islands while the others headed to The Wall to find Jon.

"I wish he was here now," Sansa said. "I remember how happy he was to see me. When he see's you his heart will probably stop."

"How did you manage to get Winterfell back?" Arya asked.

"'The Battle of the Bastards' they call it. Jon and I managed to gather a lot of our father's old bannermen, and many of the Wildlings from north of The Wall. But the Knights of the Vale were the turning point. Littlefinger rallied them to our cause."

"Littlefinger? What did he want for doing that?"

"What he still wants. Me. Not that that's going to happen. It'll be a long time, if ever, before I let a man touch me again. Now, your turn."

So, Arya told them about being in the square at her father's execution and how she had been dragged away by Yoren. How he had disguised her as a boy so she could travel with the Nights Watch recruits with the aim of getting home. She told them about how Yoren had been killed and they'd been taken to Harrenhall and their subsequent escape.

She went on to tell them about meeting the Brotherhood Without Banners and how she had eventually got away from them, only to be gathered up by The Hound.

"He took me to The Twins, to try and auction me off to Mother and Robb. We arrived late."

"How late?" Sansa questioned.

Arya looked down at the cup of wine she was holding. "A couple of hours. We arrived in time to see Robb's body being paraded around on horseback with Grey Wind's head stitched on top."

"Oh, Arya."

"It was many years ago and just one of many horrible things to have happened to me," Arya explained.

She continued to tell them how The Hound had then taken her to The Vale to her Aunt Lysa, only to find that she'd died a few days before. She finished by telling them how they had met up with Brienne and how her and The Hound had fought, with Arya leaving him for dead before heading for Braavos.

"I was there up until three moons ago, when I returned to Westeros. Stories had started reaching us of The King of the North and how winter had come. I thought that I should be here."

"But you're not telling us everything, are you?" Bran said. "Where have you left my nephew?"

"Nephew?"

Arya sighed. "Yes. I have a son. His name is Eddard and he's ten years old. He's at the inn in Wintertown with my ward Lord Jeor Crane."

"But why? Why did you leave him there and not bring him straight to Winterfell?" Sansa demanded. "Winterfell is your home, which makes it his home, too."

"I know, but I didn't know who was here or what I could have been walking into. I wasn't prepared to put him at any kind of risk. He's well protected in Wintertown, where no one knows who he is."

"With this, Lord Jeor Crane?" Sansa asked.

"Yes, Lord Jeor Crane. Son of Lady Ireena Crane formally Lady Ireena Mormont, best friend of Lady Lyanna Stark," Arya explained. "Nymeria is close by, too."

"Your direwolf?"

"She found us on our travels north." Arya said.

"Well, I want him brought here first thing in the morning, he should be here with his family." Sansa ordered.

"I'll ride out at first light, and before you say no, it has to be me. We have safeguards in place. They won't go with anyone they don't know." Arya said.

"Okay," Sansa conceded. "One more thing though, before we all go and get a few hours of sleep. Where and who is his father?"

"He was someone that I knew a long time ago. Someone who I loved. As for where he is now, I have no idea." Arya explained.

"His name?" Sansa asked.

"No," she said, shaking her head. "I'm sorry. But that is something I must keep to myself. Now I will say goodnight. I will see you both tomorrow." She gave both Bran and Sansa a kiss and made her way to her old room, not surprised to find a fire already going in the hearth.