Arya walk down to the courtyard hoping to see Gendry there, but he was gone. Her feet took her to the forge thinking he would be there but he wasn't there either. Arya walked towards the open gates where two Northmen stood guard. "Sers, have you seen Lord Baratheon come through here?" The taller soldier spoke, "My lady, I saw him speaking to Lord Snow just moments ago. It looked like they were headed to his solar." Shit, thought Arya, as she headed back into the castle on a mission to find them.

Meanwhile, in the library, Tyrion browsed the books that filled the room trying to pass the time while he waited for Lady Stark to arrive. He found a book on the Stark family and settled into a chair. His eyes scanned through the book until he landed on her name. Sansa Stark, born 285 AC, second born child and eldest daughter of Lord Eddard Stark and Lady Catelyn Stark (nee Tully). Betrothed 298 AC to Prince Joffrey of House Baratheon. Betrothal ended 300 AC. Married 300 AC to Lord Tyrion of House Lannister (never consummated). Married 301 AC Lord Ramsay of House Bolten. Widowed 302 AC. Tyrion sighed and found his eyes rereading two words, "never consummated."

He heard a throat clearing and jumping out of his seat found Lady Stark watching him. "What have you got there, Lord Tyrion?" she said, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. She walked over to the table and found what her former husband was staring at. She felt a heat growing on her cheeks. "Well, I..." he started as words escaped him. Sansa took the seat acrossed from him and waited for Tyrion to talk his way out of the uncomfortable situation he found himself in. "I am always eager to read history of family houses. I was simply just trying to learn more of House Starks history is all." Smooth! he thought to himself. Sansa stared at the page, her pages. Her pages still had space to fill yet she had a sick feeling there was no time left to fill them. "My lord, when you take the Black, the Dragon Queen can have no hold over you, is that correct?" Tyrion nodded his head as he looked at her with sad eyes. "And what of me?" she asked. Tyrion reached across the table but stopped short of grabbing hold of her hand. "I simply don't know. You never swore your fealty to Queen Daenerys, and she knows you do not trust her. She knows that Jon has told you of his true parentage. But, she is staying at Dragonstone, rebuilding King's Landing, and I truly believe that she loves Jon still and would not strike against a member of his house. I hope and pray that she will not come after anyone else she feels has or will betray her." He still believes in his queen, no matter how mad she had become, Sansa thought to herself. Tyrion could sense her thoughts it seemed because he then said, "I do. Gods forsake me. I still believe that she will do great things for the Realm. I'm sorry. I know that you must think me a fool, my lady." She sighed. "Tyrion," his eyes met hers as she called him by his first name, "Do you ever wonder what our lives would be like if we had stayed married?" He smiled and nodded yes and added, "Well, I have wondered if I would still be waiting to, well, you know." Sansa blushed. "I have thought about that as well aand I think we would have. I trust you more than anyone outside of my siblings. We're friends, right?" Tyrion felt his heart beating overtime. Did she just say she thought about them bedding eachother? "My lady, of course, we are. I find you to have become one of my closest, most trusted friend and confidant." Sansa reached his still outstretched hand and grabbed hold and squeezed. Tyrion's other hand covered Sansa's and the warmth made her stomach flutter. On impulse, Sansa leaned acoss the table and pulled Tyrion to meet her halfway, placing a soft kiss on his cheek, lingering in front of him. Tyrion spoke in hushed tones, "I have to confess something to you, my lady." She looked at him expectantly, "I have not touched a woman since we wed." Sansa crashed her lips into his and they explored each other's mouths. Breaking apart, they were both panting breathlessly. "I've never willingly given myself to a man before." Sansa breathed out, her words dripping with sadness. "I need you, Tyrion. Will you come to my bed?" Tyrion felt as if he were dreaming. "Yes, my lady. I would be honored."

Arya silently made her way through the castle on a mission to find Jon and Gendry. She found herself in front of the door to his solar. Should she knock or just walk in? She listened to the door and couldn't quite make out what was being discussed. knock-knock-knock She heard heavy footsteps approach the door and the latch lift. "Well, if it isn't the devil herself. We were just talking about you." her cousin said with a warm smile as he brought into a hug. "What in the Seven Hells happened to you? Where's Clegane? I was told you were spotted by some soldiers riding the King's Road toward King's Landing." Arya's heart ached at the thought of her friend The Hound, Sandor Clegane. She knew in her heart of hearts, he was dead. "I'm alive. He's not. He stopped me before I did something stupid, that would have possibly ended in me giving up my own life; my future." as she said those last words, her eyes locked onto the other man in the room and his eyes filled with hope. Jon pulled her into another hug and kissed the top of her head.

As he released her from his arms, he turned around to face Gendry and nodded his head towards the new Lord. "I'll leave you to it then. Excuse me." Arya watch in confusion as Jon left the room and closed the door behind him. When she turned back towards her Bull, he was still staring at her. "My Lord." she said softly. He smiled and closed the distance between them, pulling her into a warm embrace. "Arya. M'lady, I ask you again. Be with me. Will you be my wife? My equal. My sparring partner. My counsel. My love. My family." Arya answered with a deep kiss filled with longing. "Yes, Gendry. But I am not wearing a dress." she said with a sly smirk. "I don't care about that. I'll bloody wear a damn dress. I just want you with me. I told you, none of this means nothing if you're not with me." Arya grabbed his hand and started pulling him from the room. "Where are we going?" he asked. Arya turned her head have her mischief filled gray eyes meet his steely, blue ones, "Well, we're not about to fuck in Jon's solar."