Flying through the skies and searching for what seemed like hours, Bran was about ready to give up when he spotted it floating; with misty clouds and swamp land surrounding it. Greywater Watch. There would be no way for him to reach her physically, he just knew it. She probably doesn't think about him as he thinks about her. All this time, her memories of him have been fading away.
Bran's birds made their way to the top of the castle, where he found an open window. He could hear faint voices as the birds landed. "But, father, you know I cannot. Why are you pushing this issue? I am perfectly fine where I am. How many times do we need to discuss this?" He could see Lord Howland Reed pacing the floor with his arms behind his back. "Meera, you are well past the age and you can't very well stay a maiden for the rest of your days." She turned facing him, her face pinched and pain in her eyes.
"Father. You know there is only one person in this world who I would ever consider, but he is gone. All but a memory now." He could see tears in her eyes. Her father walked up and pulled his daughter close, kissing the top of her head. "Yes, but have you attempted to contact him? Maybe things are different now that the Night King has been destroyed. Maybe the young Lord is changed."
'Could it be that they are discussing me?' Bran thought to himself. It must be sheer luck or perhaps the Gods are showing him the way. "But how would I even contact him? I could send a raven but how would it find it's way back to me? Floating castle, remember? It took me long enough to find my way back the last time, let alone a damned bird trying." she said it with a smile. Such a beautiful smile; one seldom shown in the whole time they traveled together.
"Would he turn you away?" Howland asked his daughter, searching her face for a clue. "He has probably forgotten me by now." At that she heard a "caw! caw!" and jumped out of her skin. "Gods! Where in the world did you come from?" she exclaimed, "Scared the shit out of me." "Meera! Language!" her father said with a laugh. "Sorry, father. I wonder..." she trailed off as she stepped closer to the black bird. The bird didn't move so she reached out and trailed her hand gently from the top of it's head to the tip of it's tail feathers. "Bran?"
"Caw! Caw! Caw!" He couldn't speak words of course but he hoped that she understood what he wanted to scream, "Yes! It is I! Bran!" Meera's eyes grew wide in recognition. "Father, it's him. I know it is. He has warged into this bird. He needs me. What if he is in trouble? I must see him!" Her Lord father nodded his approval and they began making plans for her departure. She was a woman warrior; a Crannogman. She would travel North. Alone. Well, not completely alone for she had a sneaking suspicion that a certain bird would check in from time to time.
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"Ah, my fucking back! How much longer until I get a proper bed to sleep in for fuck's sake?" Tyrion felt himself getting grumpier with each passing day. The only thing keeping him going was knowing he would be hearing from his beloved Sansa soon. "Any day now. She must be about 1 day from Dragonstone if the winds are kind." He did this often. Spoke outloud to himself. It helped with the loneliness. Not that he was alone. The Wall had new people showing up in droves. Not all rotten thieves, murderers, and rapists either. Mostly orphaned boys, men who lost everything in the war, and even a few Lannister soldiers that deserted the siege of King's Landing.
Tyrion moved to the small desk in his room and sat to write a few lines to Pod when he heard a knock at the door. "Enter." he shouted. The door opened and in came Jon's Wildling friend, Tormund. There were Wildlings everywhere still. Half of them left 2 moon turns ago to start rebuilding there villages North of the Wall. Tormund, 2 other men and most of the women and children remained until their shelters were completed. "Mornin' half-man. You weren't in the hall for your meal this mornin'. Thought maybe you'd want a little something." He was a big, brute of a man but a softy deep down. Tormond put a bowl of some type of porridge on the desk. He had asked on word of the "big woman" yet Tyrion couldn't find it in his heart to tell him she was to be wed.
"Ah, Giantsbane! You do care!" he said with a grin. Tormund's nostrils flared and he looked as if he wanted to punch him, but it was worth it. "Only kidding, friend. Thank you. Any news?" Tormund shook his head, "Not a fuckin thing. I'm not worried though. My little Crow just needs to fuck her brains out and everything will be right as rain." Tyrion shook his head and laughed, "Is that how the Realm is saved? Jon Snow's cock? It'll be a story for the ages, eh?" He poured himself a cup of wine and took a bite of the slop Tormund brought up. "Hmm, not bad. I will miss your Wildling women when you head home North. Cooking was shit when I last stayed here. It's actually tolerable now."
Tormund got up to leave, "I'll miss our talks, half-man. You don't scare easily like the rest of these Southern pricks. Bring your own shit down when you're finished. I ain't your servant." He smiled at Tyrion and left. Tyrion finished up the bowl of porridge. Then continued his letter to his friend in the Sapphire Isle.
Dear Pod:
By the time you read this, you should be well on your way to being a happily married man. I cannot tell you how much I wish I could join you for this most joyous occasion. Lady and Lord Baratheon would have sent my well wishes I am sure, but I felt the need to write you.
You were a good squire, a loyal companion, and there is no doubt in my mind that you will make a fantastic husband to Lady Brienne. I wish you well. At my first opportunity, I hope to pay you both a visit. Now, be a good lad and show her how a real man treats a lady.
Warm Regards,
Lord Tyrion Lannister
Castle Black (at the moment)
Tyrion rolled up the parchment and put it in his satchel for the Maester to send out. He put on his cloak, grabbed his empty bowl, and set out to find something to help with to employ his thoughts. That way, he wasn't daydreaming of the future he may or may not have with Sansa Stark.
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The ship rocked as it made it's way to Dragonstone. Poor Faerys was not handling the voyage very well. She'd been getting sick ever since they set sail 2 days ago. Sansa took care of her like a mother caring for her child. She had finally fell asleep after Sansa stroked her hair for what felt like hours. Placing a bucket nect to her cot, Sansa got up to check in with Jon.
The seabreeze met her with a most beautiful welcome. The smell of the salty air brought life back into the young woman. "Lady Sansa, good morning. You look beautiful. The sea agrees with you." Jon met her with a warm embrace. "Thank you, but I wish I could say the same of poor Faerys. She's simply green. I've just left her asleep in my cabin. We seem to be making good time. Is that Dragonstone over there?" She saw land in the distance and pointed toward it. "No, that is Claw Isle but just beyond that is Dragonstone. If the wind stays true, then we should arrive by night fall. I'd rather not arrive at night though, so we may anchor down near Claw Isle for the night and make landfall at first light if that is alright with you."
Sansa agreed. On one hand, she wanted to just get this over with, but on the other, she wanted a good nights rest before meeting with the Dragon Queen. If they are anchored then maybe Faerys will stop vomiting for a while. She stayed up top for a while talking with Jon and the crew and going over strategy. A Raven made it's way to them as the left White Harbor from Winterfell. The North has agreed to pledge their loyalty to Queen Daenerys Targaryen and remain as a part of the Seven Kingdoms.
"Jon? Can we talk in private?" They entered his cabin. It was smaller than hers, she noticed. "Would you like to sit?" He motioned over to the small table with two chairs. Sansa sat down and took his hand. "Jon, you are so very dear to me, you know that don't you?" He smiled sweetly at her and answered, "Yes and I you. What is it?" She looked sad he noted, "We know what I am going to say to the Queen, but what about you?" Jon put his head down. He should have known this conversation was going to happen. "Sansa, she's my aunt. I cannot. I will not." Sansa scoffed, "You know you love her. And not as an Aunt. She loves you. She wants you. And you need to take your head out of your ass long enough to notice that!" Jon's eyes widened in astonishment. "Well, that's not very ladylike!" He said with a laugh.
"I'm serious. The Targaryens married brothers and sisters. Most of the Realm is made of marriages of cousins to cousin. You never knew you were related until Sam opened his big mouth." Jon looked at her as she ranted. She wasn't wrong, but he still felt like it just wasn't right for them to be together. "Hello? Are you listening to me, Jon?" Jon shook himself out of his thoughts. "It feels wrong." he simply stated. Sansa walked over and pulled him into a hug. "I know it's scary. Love. Did I ever think I would have fallen in love with Tyrion Lannister? Everyone will think me mad, but I was a scared child bride; appalled by the fact that I was marrying him, then we became friends, confidants, and trust was built over the years and it just happened. I was blindsided. And you?"
"When I first laid eyes on her, she took my breath away. Then she spoke and she was strong and fierce and commanding. She drove me mad with how stubborn she was being. But then as we had more time together, I saw her softer side. She began to let her guard down and let me in. She became my Dany. We made love. We fell in love. Then Sam told me what he found and of Bran's vision, and suddenly I was lost. My heart is in a tug-of-war with my mind." Jon's had tears brimming in his eyes and Sansa was worse. "You know what you want, Jon. Don't let anything stop you." She brushed a tear that was rolling down his cheek off his face and kissed his head. He knew what he wanted and he was finally going to get what he wanted for once!
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Back in the Godswood...
Bran came back from warging and Arya was still waiting. "Well, did you see anything?" Bran looked at his sister and smiled for the first time in a long time. "I found her and she is on her way. Keep an eye out for my Raven. I cannot let her leave again. I will make Meera Reed my wife." Arya hugged Bran tight. "Meera. I look forward to meeting her." Of course, she would need to wait until she came back to Winterfell for a visit. Her and Gendry really needed to leave for Storm's End. "I'll send word when we arrive at Storm's End. This brings me great joy, brother. Until we meet again." And with that Arya left, stopping at the guard station to tell one of them to sit with Lord Stark on her way to her husband and See Davos.
"Yes, mum. I shall go at once." a young man not much older than herself acknowledged. "I thank you," she looked at him for his name. "Oh, um, I am Josiah Tallhart, cousin to Ser Helman." Arya shook his hand, "Well, it is very great to meet you, Josiah. Please take great care of my brother. Are you staying here at Winterfell?" Josiah let her know that he had no future plans for going back home to Torrhen's Square, and he would be honored to watch over the young Lord of Winterfell. Satisfied, Arya left to join her party.
"Ah, here you are, m'lady." Gendry said with a sly smile. "Don't make me hurt you." she replied with a slap to his ass. "Alright, alright, you two. Let's get on the road, shall we?" Ser Davos was smiling at his two new children. "Lady Baratheon, will you be riding in the carriage with your Lord husband or on your horse?" Arya considered riding her horse just to annoy Gendry but in the end she joined him. It would be long journey. The baby was already making her hungry and queasy at the same time, plus she was horny, like reeeeeeally horny.
Gendry held his hand out to help his wife climb into their carriage. Arya stepped in and there was already a cheese and fruit plate waiting for her. "Oh, you're good. How did you know I'd be hungry?" she gave him a kiss and started tearing into the food before her, even stopping long enough to offer some to Gendry. "I'm okay. Had a quick bite while we were waiting for you to come back from your talk with Bran." That reminded her. She told Gendry of the talk and Bran's proclamation of love for Meera Reed. "Do you think his equipment still works?" he asked. Arya looked at him with disgust, "How the fuck would I know? Thanks. I just lost my appetite." She put the empty plate down and laughed.
The carriage began to move as they made the long trek to White Harbor. "I think I am ready for a nap. Help me take these off." Gendry's eyebrows raised, "As m'lady commands." He untied the strings of her breeches and carefully pulled them over her ass and down to her feet before discarding them to the other seat. She wore no underclothes. Gendry looked up at her and she had lust in her eyes. He grabbed her and pulled her down the seat, parting her legs, and placing his head between them. He licked his lips then watch her with his eyes as he moved closer to her already wet pussy. He used the tip of his tongue to tease her swollen clit and watched as she moaned at the feeling it gave her. He continued to tease her with his tongue as she writhed in pleasure. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" she cried out as she grasped the hair on the top of his head keeping him in place as he continued to conquer her cunt. He was covered in her juices by the time she freed him from her grasp.
"You're going to have them all out there thinking I am killing you. Gods I love to hear you scream for me." he sat back and took his pants off and hus cock was already waiting for her. Arya got up and straddled his legs as she eased herself on top. "You're so wet," Gendry began to kiss her as she rode him into oblivion. He spilled his seed inside of her because she couldn't get more pregnant,.
"Do you think we can try something new?" he asked her. "How new?" she asked. "Let me put it in your ass?" Arya looked at him then laughed, "Uh, I think not!" Gendry shrugged, "Eh, it was worth a shot." Then they began to laugh. They cleaned up and got redressed, then they relaxed as the rocking of the carriage lulled them to sleep. Hopefully, once they woke, they would be arriving at White Harbor so they could finally set sail to Storm's End. Home, their home.