ARYA

The hall was filled with quiet whispers and groans of the injured, and it bore no resemblance to the hall when it had been filled with weasel faced Freys, that had lived in that belief that they could stand against the onslaught of the army at their gates, before Jon´s dragon had burned the gate in golden flames and let in the army that had come from the North.

She cleaned the blood of Needle as she sat in the great hall of the eastern tower, while she waited for Ser Jasper to come back, hopefully with his father in tow, so that he could ask for an audience with her brother.

Arya could have just sneaked off and tried to find Jon by herself, but this seemed so much easier and cleaner, than giving Jon a heart attack by just appearing in front of him, just after a battle. And it saved her time that she would have to search the tower for her brother when one of his lords could just escort her to him.

She was glad however that the dragons had stopped their roaring and breathing fire as they flew over the castle, which had made everything around them so much calmer, as the tower had now stopped shaking as the dragons had flown low over it.

Arya watched as one of the men from Jon´s army lead one of the grandsons of Walder Frey from the great hall, where he had been getting his injures tended to, to the dungeons were she had overheard that they would be waiting until they would stand trials.

The doors of the great hall opened, to reveal a short but a strong looking woman holding a bundle in her arms. The woman looked soaked to the bone like she had been playing in the river that ran under the bridge, as she headed straight to the maester who had just finished tending to a guard.

As the door to the great hall closed behind the woman, Arya could hear yelling and shouting, and she was sure that she recognized one of the voices as that of Lothar Frey.

The woman with the bundle was looked very familiar to Arya, and when she handed the bundle to the maester, Arya could see a familiar looking crest on her armor, a black bear in a green wood. House Mormont of Bear island.

The woman had to be the ruling lady of Bear island, as she looked just like how Arya´s father had described her, and she was bearing the sigil of the house of Mormont.

Her father had always spoken well of the Mormonts of Bear island, except for Ser Jorah Mormont that had run away to Essos to escape from justice when he had been found guilty of selling slaves.

She stood up and sheathed Needle and walked to the woman. "Lady Maege Mormont." The woman turned around and fixed her fierce eyes on her. As the woman looked her over, a frown appeared on her face, making her looking even fiercer.

"Aye, do I know you girl?" Lady Maege Mormont placed her hands on her hips, drawing Arya´s eyes to the spiked mace that was fastened on her hips. "You don't look like a Frey."

Arya grinned toothily at the woman´s words. "I should hope not."

Lady Maege let out a snort. "But you do look very familiar, have we met before?"

Arya shook her head. "No, we have never met lady Mormont, but you knew my father."

"Lady Arya." She heard Ser Jasper call from behind her, making her eye twitch in annoyance of being called a lady.

Immediately when Ser Jasper called her name, the woman´s eyes turn to the size of dinner plates, as she put two and two together.

"Lady Arya?" the ruling lady of Bear island said in an almost whisper. The woman studied her face. "You look just like lady Lyanna."

Arya had often heard her father say that she was just like her aunt, Lyanna. But she had never believed it, but the wonder and amazement in the other woman´s eyes, could almost convince her.

"Lady Arya." Ser Jasper said again as he finally made his way up to them, with an older man alongside him, that looked strikingly a lot like him. "This is my father, lord Horton Redfort, the lord of the Redfort."

The younger man turned and looked at his father. "Father, this is lady Arya Stark of Winterfell, she saved my life from Black Walder Frey, when he dragged me of my horse and intended to end my life."

"My lady," lord Redfort´s face was pale as he addressed her with gratefulness shing in his eyes. "Words cannot express the gratitude I feel that you saved my oldest son and heir, if there is anything me or mine can ever do for you, you only need to ask."

"Thank you lord Redfort, but there is something that I need from you, I need to see my brother, Jon." Lord Redfort looked awkward for a moment.

"My lady, the King is indisposed at the mome-." The man was interrupted by the lady of house Mormont.

"Oh, come of its Horton. This is the King´s cousin, Arya Stark, he will be over the moon to meet her once again. Take her to his grace, I would do it myself, but I don't know where he is as I just came back."

The lord of the Redfort looked between Arya and the lady of Bear Island before sighing. "You are probably right; his grace will be comforted by having someone from his family by his side at this trying time." His words made Arya frown as the fear started to cut her like swords.

"What happened to my brother?" She demanded, and she couldn't keep the anxiety out of her words.

"The King is fine, physically. But the King and his battle guard went to the dungeons to find the prisoners, and while they were there, they…" The man trailed off with his eyes down cast, and it was just like whatever they had found was too horrible for words.

"I need to talk to Jon." Arya said in a firm voice. She needed to find Jon and fast to make sure that he was alright.

The older man nodded and led her out of the great hall. As they made their way to through the castle, the nerves built up more and more all though her body.

They finally arrived at a large wooden door with ornate carvings on it, and it was clear to Arya that this was Jon´s room while they were staying here.

Her body was drawn as tight as a bow sting drawn fully back, and she had to stop herself from shuffling from one foot to the other as the anticipation threatened to overtake her, at the prospect of finally meeting her brother again.

Lord Redfort knocked on the wooden door, and they waited for an answer. They waited for what felt like hours but were most likely less than a minute.

A young boy with the biggest eyes she had ever seen answered the door. "Lord Redfort, is there something I can do for you?" He glanced at Arya with a frown, like he was trying to figure out where he had seen her before, before his eyes darted back to lord Redfort.

"This is lady Arya Stark, come to see his grace, her cousin." Arya had to fight down the irritation of being called a lady once again over such a short period of time, but she would suffer it for now.

The young man´s already big eyes doubled in size when he heard her name mentioned, he gestured for her to enter, as he thanked Lord Redfort for bring her here.

He led her into a large roomy solar where both Ghost and Nymeria were resting by the fire in a gigantic hearth, making her smile. Both direwolves spotted her as she entered and made their way to greet her.

Arya hugged Nymeria around the neck and she let out a laugh as Ghost licked her face, and she could hear the young man behind her speak. "Well, I can see that you truly are his grace´s cousin."

Arya sent him a questioning look as she let Nymeria go, making him let out a laugh. "I have never seen Ghost take to someone like this that wasn't either his grace himself or a Stark."

She was about to ask him more, but he just sent her sad smile, saying that he was informing Jon of her arrival as he walked into adjourning room.

Arya turned to look at the direwolves once again as the young man went to fetch her brother, and now when she had time to study him for a bit, she was in a bit of awe how large Ghost had grown in the time she hadn´t seen him. He had grown to be the biggest one of the direwolves very quickly when they were in Winterfell, but this was just ridiculous as he was now the size of a garron, effectively eclipsing Nymeria.

As she petted the large wolves, she could hear talking behind the door, and then she could hear the sound of someone rushing out of a tub, followed by loud cursing.

She would have laughed at all the banging and cursing that followed if she wasn't so anxious to finally reunite with Jon again. There were thousands upon thousands of butterflies fluttering around in her belly and she could feel her hands start to shake just at the thought of meeting Jon again.

It felt like eternity before the door was finally thrown open, and her tall brother was standing framed into it, completely soaking from a bath and only clad in black trousers, leaving horrible looking scars clearly visible to her as he stared at her with his Valyrian steel grey eyes that were red from crying and were filled with wonder and surprise. "Arya." He whispered softly.

They stood there staring at one another for a few moments, and she could feel something warm and wet run down her cheeks and it took her a few seconds to realize that it was tears. "Jon." There was nothing else she could choke out as she lunched herself at him.

She had never once in her life run so fast, as when she threw herself at him and hugged him around his neck, locking her legs around his waist and burying her face into his neck and his soaking wet curls, not caring at all that he was still completely drenched from his bath.

He hugged her back, just as tight, and he dropped to his knees, while she sobbed into his neck from the relief that he was here and alive. For the first time in years she felt safe and happy and she knew that it was because she had finally found him again.

JON

He didn't know how long they stayed that way, with him on his knees on the stone floor, crying in happiness, in his little sister´s hair, with her clinging to him and burying her face into the crook of his neck, like she had done so many times when they had been children and the other girls had teased her and called her horseface.

"I thought I would never get to see you again." She whispered in such a low voice that he almost missed it.

He pulled away from her, just enough so that he could cup her face in his large hands and look her in the eye. "I was so afraid that you had died in King´s Landing."

He dried the tears that were falling from her eyes with his thumb, before he stood up, dragging Arya with him. "I can hardly believe that you are really here, little sister."

Arya smiled at him thought her tears when he called her little sister, like he had used to. "Me either." He hugged her close to him again, and he felt her skinny arms wrap around him and hug him back, almost like she was afraid that if they let go, they would never see one another again.

They stood there for a while in silence, just being happy that they had found one another, until they let go and Arya glanced at his murder scars. "What is the seven hells happened to you?"

He fought a wince as she stared at the ugly scars that littered his chest and belly. "It´s a long story."

Satin came over with a black tunic that Sansa had made him, that Jon hurriedly put on, not wanting Arya to see the evidence of his murder for any longer that was necessary. "Well, we have time." Arya demanded with her hands on her hips, reminding him of their time in Winterfell, long ago.

He sighed and gestured her to follow him to the desk that had two chairs in front of it, so that they could at least sit down while he told her of his murder.

As he told her about his murder and the events leading up to it, he could see the horror and anger in her eyes at the fact that he had been murdered at the Wall for trying to help the remaining freefolk, and that the Others and the army of the dead was coming for them all.

"But how did you survive? How are you not dead?" The confusion was clear in her tone as she wondered how he was here before her now, when the wounds on his body had clearly been fatal.

"I don't know, all I know that I woke up on my funeral pyre, with four dragons." He shrugged his shoulders and leaned back in his chair. "Does that mean you believe me about the Others and the army of the dead?"

Arya rolled her eyes at him in annoyance. "Yes, stupid. You were always a shitty liar." There was no stopping the laughter from bubbling out of his mouth. "Is it true what I heard? Is Rickon alive and is Sansa with you?" Arya´s eyes were wide and hopeful as she waited for his answer.

"Aye, Rickon is fine and he is with Sansa in Winterfell, and when I was leaving for Barrowton, Bran was on his way to Winterfell from the Wall."

The smiled that spread over her lit up the room before it faded and turned into a frown.

"Jon," Arya spoke up hesitantly. "Lord Redfort said that something was wrong, what happened?"

He could feel some of the happiness of seeing his little sister again, dissipate as she brought up Robb´s and Greywind´s desecrated remains down in the dungeons, but Arya was strong, and she was owed the truth. So, he told her what he seen even though he hated having to relive it, and Jon could see the anger rise in her with every word he spoke.

When he was done telling her how he had found Robb and Greywind in the dungeons, Arya spoke up. "I was here," She announced angerly. "at the Red Wedding, I was with the Hound and he was trying to ransom me back to Robb and mother."

Jon could only stare at her in horror as they sat there in the light of the fireplace that was burning bright, casting an orange glow on them, along with the massive number of candles that hung from the chandeliers from the ceiling. "I was there when they paraded Robb´s body with Greywind´s head sewed to his shoulders around the courtyard."

He stood back up from his chair and knelt by her and hugged her tight to his body like he was trying to squeeze all the horror that she had seen out of her body. "They will pay for what they have done." He promised her. "I swear we will find those who helped in the Red wedding and I will take their heads myself."

"I know you will." She whispered. Jon hugged his little sister close for a moment before releasing her once again and taking his seat.

Arya sat straighter in her chair and gave him a sharp look, that Jon had often seen on her father. "So, tell me."

"Tell you what?" He asked her dumbfounded, not really knowing what she wanted to hear.

"Everything, stupid."

He couldn't help it, he let out a laugh, before sobering up and telling her everything that had happened since leaving Winterfell for the first time. When he finished, ending the tale when he opened the doors, seeing her, she was staring at him with an unreadable look on her face.

"Do you love her?" Of all the questions he hadn´t expected this one, but when he thought of it, he knew that he should have. Of course, she would ask if he love her sister, the woman he had married.

"Aye, I do." He couldn't lie to his sister, he loved her too much to do that.

"Good." There was a slight smiled that was tugging at her lips. "But she better not hurt you." She said, making Jon smile. He knew that there was nothing else that needed to be said on that subject.

As she moved Jon caught a reflection of the lights of the fires at her hip, and it noticed a familiar looking sword. "You still have her?" He said half laughing.

Arya grinned and unsheathed Needle and handed it to him to look over.

"Did you ever learn how to use it?" He asked as he handed the well-kept sword back to her, after a close inspection.

Arya shot him an indignant look. "Of course, father hired a Braavosi water dancer to teach me, and then I went to Braavos to study more there." It was clear on her face that she wasn't ready to talk more about what she had learned in Braavos, so Jon didn't press the issue. What mattered was that she was here now, everything else could wait.

Jon stood up and went to one of the large oak bookcases, that he had rested Longclaw and Darksister against while he had been taking a bath, trying and failing to wash away the horror of seeing Robb and Greywind in the dungeons.

He picked the swords up and went back to the desk and placed them before Arya to show them to her.

With a smile she picked up Longclaw and drew it a quarter out of its sheath. "This is valyrian steel." The amazement in her voice made Jon smile.

"Aye, this is Longclaw, the ancestral sword of house Mormont, I got it for saving the lord commander, from one of the dead men. But it will revert back to house Mormont when I die." He said as he took his seat again.

She gave him an impressed look, as she sheathed it again and picked up Darksister.

Arya took Darksister completely out of its sheath to look her over. "Another Valyrian steel sword?" The wonder in her eyes was clear as she stood up and walked to the middle of the room, as she struck up a pose, standing sideways while holding the sword in one hand. "It is so light."

She then proceeded to test her balance by swing the sword gracefully about her and it was almost like she was dancing with an invisible partner as the sword sang with every swing. It was easy too see that she had learned how to use a sword from how she moved about the room, slaying invisible enemies before they could reach her.

When she stopped, she was smiling like every one of her dreams had come true. "This sword is perfect." Arya announced as she walked over and sheathed the sword and took her seat again.

"Don't you recognize her?" Jon asked his little sister with a teasing grin playing on his lips.

Arya frowned at him for a moment before she looked back at the sword that was resting on the table, and when her eyes fell on the hilt of the sword, and as she looked at the golden flames that made the pommel and the cross guard of the sword, her eyes started to widen as the realization hit her. "This is Darksister, the sword of Visenya Targaryen."

Jon let out a laugh at her excitement, Arya had always loved Visenya Targaryen, who had ridden Vhaegar into battle with Darksister in her hand.

"Aye, it is." Arya picked up the sword once more and admired the hilt, as the flame of the pommel and cross guard looked like they were dancing in the light of the fire in the hearth. "How did you like her?"

He knew the answer before she even gave it. "She is so perfect; I have never held a better sword."

"Good, why don't you hold onto her for a while." If she hadn´t been sitting down, Arya would most likely have fallen over as she tried to process the shock, he had thrown her into.

"What?"

"Use her, Needle is getting way too small for you, and you need a good sword in the wars to come."

"Are you sure?" She whispered, still holding the sword in question in her hands like it was a babe that needed protecting.

"Aye, if anyone I want to wield this blade, it is you." Arya placed the blade on the table again like it was made of glass, then she threw herself into his arms and hugged him tight around the neck, burying her face in his still damp hair.

BRAN

He felt a headache coming on as he was brought back to the present and out of the Weirwood network and he could feel hunger gnaw at him. But he would suffer the aches as this was for a good cause, but he had to admit that he was troubled by what he had seen.

Bran had gone beyond the Wall to see where the army of the dead was located, and they seemed to be making their way very slowly south as the part of the army was staying still at Hardhome, while another part was at the Fist of the First men, and it seemed that they were waiting for the part of the army that was still making its way from the lands of always Winter.

There was no telling how large the army really was, as it was hard for Bran to see into the lands of always Winter, and all he knew for sure was that when the armies all came to gather, it would be massive.

He heard the shrieking of Jon´s dragons above him as they played in the air. It looked like they were made from precious stones and metals as the sun hit them with her rays of light, and it seemed that Summer, who was lying on the ground was also staring up at them, like him was transfixed.

Bran let out a sad sigh as his mind now wandered to Meera, who had gone with her father to Greywater Watch, to help him prepare for the winter and the long night that was fast approaching.

He hated the fact that she wasn't here with him, but he knew that as her father´s heir, she had her duties to attend to, and Bran had his. But that didn't stop the ache in his heart from missing her and her sweet smile and kind eyes.

As he sat there deep in his thoughts about Meera, he could hear childish laughter as Rickon ran over to where Bran was sitting under the Weirwood tree. The little lord of Winterfell had Ice running after him with her pink tongue hanging out to her ears.

"Bran there you are, we were looking for you." His little brother threw himself at his immobile and unfeeling legs and smiled widely at him. "We were worried when you didn't show up for lunch."

That did explain why he was so hungry, he thought to himself as he ruffled his little brother´s hair with a grin of his own. "Sorry, I forgot, and I got a little distracted."

"And where were you today?" Sansa´s voice carried over to them as she approached them with Ser Brianne and lady Shireen following her. While Rickon bolted into the godswood, laughing with Ice and Summer running after him.

"Beyond the Wall." He told her as he rubbed his brow, and Sansa handed him a water skin to help him with his headache.

"I see, we should talk about it later, perhaps when you have rested a little." She suggested and Bran was thankful for the understanding. He was always filled with horror and dread when he had just come from a vision that involved the Others, and it took a lot more toll on him to fix his gaze on them than anything else.

"Thank you." Bran smiled at his sister. "But I was also in Dorne today, it seems that the two eldest daughters of Oberyn Martell have left Sunspear and have gone to Meereen to negotiate with the Dragon Queen."

"So, we were right about them wanting to ally with Daenerys then." Sansa took a seat where their father had always cleaned the great sword Ice after an execution.

"Yes, we were. They seemed convinced that Daenerys Targaryen will support them in their rule of Dorne if they declare for her, which is most likely true, from what I have seen of her through the Weirwood network." Bran said as his brother ran after Ice and Summer though the godswood, in what looked like a fun game of tag.

"Is the Mad King´s daughter on her way here?" Shireen asked in a small voice, the young girl did live in fear of the day when Daenerys Targaryen would return to Westeros, as it had been Shireen´s uncle that had killed Daenerys´s brother and hunted her down so that he could kill her.

Bran gave her a small and what he hoped was a reassuring smile. "No, not yet. She has marched for Yunkai to take her revenge on the slave masters, and then she will be heading to Astapor."

"Do you think that she will be making her way here after she is done with the slave masters?" Ser Brianne asked him with concern.

"Eventually she will travel west," Bran answered Sansa´s sworn shield. "But she will not move without Rhaegal and Viserion."

Sansa looked troubled as they talked about the Dragon Queen, and she glanced at their little brother who was with Ice and Summer as they played in a game of chase. "Rickon had one of his dreams last night." Everyone set their eyes on Jon´s Queen as she spoke. "He told me that he had a dream of a black dragon that was burning a yellow city, in great anger."

Bran closed his eyes in horror for a moment, Rickon had a powerful gift and it seemed that he had seen the destruction of Yunkai, at the hands of Daenerys Targaryen and her dragon, Drogon.

They heard a shriek as Oberon landed and went over to Sansa and laid his large head in her lap so that she could pet him. As the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms was petting the pale green dragon that had grown to the same size of a normal full grown direwolf, like that of Summer as had Oberon´s siblings, she looked at Bran.

"When Daenerys finds out that not only that Jon is the rightful King of the Seven Kingdoms, but also two of the dragons she hatched have abandoned her for him, she will be furious."

The dragon in her lap let out a strange purring sound as she continued to stroke his head. Bran sat there looking at the dragon for a few moments. "I don't think that the word furious will quite cover her reaction to the news that Rhaegal and Viserion prefer Jon over her, but yes, she will be…furious."

Bran looked at the pale green dragon that was resting his head in her lap. "And I am sure that she will be livid when she finds out that she isn't the only one that hatched dragon eggs."

Sansa looked very worried at his words. "You think that she will not be more worried about trying to take Jon´s birthright away from him and trying to take back Rhaegal and Viserion?"

Bran nodded at her words. "Oh, I am sure that those two things are at the top of the things that she will have on her mind, but hatching the dragons was what made her special, and now she has to share that with someone that she thinks that is stealing her throne from her."

Shireen rubbed her greyscale scar as she bit her lip. "You think that she will do something horrible just because someone else managed to hatch dragons into the world?"

Bran shrugged his shoulders. "I cannot say for sure what she does when she finds out, but I have been watching her for some time now, and to me it feels like she would see that Jon having hatched dragons as a threat, especially when Rhaegal and Viserion would rather be with Jon rather than her, and she will feel abandoned and betrayed by them when she finally accepts that they aren't coming back to her."

Bran was filled with discomfort when he thought of the moment when Daenerys Targaryen found out that Rhaegal had found his rider and Viserion had decided to follow his emerald brother west, instead of staying in Meereen.

He had looked at her progression in the now named bay of Drogon, and he had seen how she reacted when people defied her or angered her.

"But on to lighter subjects, the princess and the banker looked terrified after they came out of the dungeons with you the other day." Bran said with an impish grin trying to distract them form Daenerys Targaryen.

He had thought it was a good idea to show their guests the dead men that they kept in the dungeons, to make sure that they believed it that the dead would be marching on the Wall and trying to kill them all.

Sansa looked a little guilty. "Yes, but I had to show them so that they would believe us." She hugged Oberon´s large head close to her. "I kind of feel guilty though, for scaring them like that."

"You did the right thing, your grace." Ser Brienne said confidently. "They needed to know."

"I know, I had too, or they would have thought us all crazy and just left, and I couldn't let that happen." She continued to pet the dragon, who let out a low coo of comfort. "They needed to see the truth for themselves."

"So," Shireen piped up. "will they be leaving Winterfell soon or have they decided to stay a little while longer?"

"Banker Dimittis wants to leave for Braavos in a few days, he has already approved of my offer that Jon and I drafted before Jon left Winterfell, so he will be leaving as soon as the guards are ready." Sansa answered her husband´s cousin with a smile. "Princess Arianne wants to go south to meet Jon, but it will take a little longer for me to gather the guard of her, as she will be headed into war."

"Are you sure that it is safe for them to go south by horse? Wouldn't it be better for them to sail to Dragonstone and wait until Jon reaches King´s Landing?" Shireen suggested.

"That would be a lot safer for her," Bran said as he took sip from the waterskin. "the ships that lord Manderly designed are a lot better and safer than the old ones, and she most likely would reach Jon a lot faster as he is headed for the capital after he takes Riverrun."

Sansa looked thoughtful before she nodded. "Yes, I will suggest to her that it might be faster for her to go to Dragonstone, and she wouldn't have to ride through battlefields, and it would be a lot safer for her."

They were silent for a few moments as they watched the dragons fly overhead, then Sansa asked Bran a question that must have been burning on her mind. "Where exactly is Jon now?" Her voice sounded small and worried that his heart went out for her.

"He was camped outside the Twins when I checked yesterday, and they were preparing to attack the castle." Bran gave his sister a searching look, as she looked at the dragons above them. "He was fine, and he had just meet Nymeria."

This made Sansa look down from the dragons with hope shining in her eyes. "He found Nymeria?" She said with the brightest smile on her face.

"Well, more like Ghost found Nymeria and brought her to him." Bran smiled back at his sister. When he had seen Jon reuniting with Nymeria, he had been so happy, because he was sure that it meant that Arya was close by.

"And, how was Jon? Was he healthy and safe?" Sansa asked with worry entering her voice once again.

"He was fine when I saw him, and I am sure that he is fine now. He has survived worse." He tried to assure his worried sister, who was sick with worry about her husband.

Rickon ran over to them with Ice and Summer on his heels. "Don't worry Sansa, Jon can defeat anyone, he is the best swordsman in the North and he had Ghost and Rhaegal looking after him."

Sansa ran her hand though Rickon´s hair gently. "Thank you Rickon, you and Bran are right, Jon will be just fine."

Bran´s older sister bit her lip. "I have something to tell you all, but you must not tell anyone yet because it is a secret."

As Rickon nodded with fervor and the others agreed to keep her secret, Sansa smiled so brightly that Bran was sure that she could outshine the sun. "I am carrying Jon´s child."

About Jon and Arya, i really hoped that i did their reunion justice, it was a difficult part for me to write, as it comes just after Jon finds Robb and Greywind and i also wanted it to be happy for them. I also wanted Arya to be a lot like her old self, you know calling everyone stupid and hating being called lady Arya but also a lot more grown up. And i know that some people are going to be pissed that she had such an easy time accepting that Jon and Sansa are married, but i think that after everything, Arya would just be glad that they are alive, especially after seeing how close she came to losing Jon. And getting Darksister probably helped ;D