Sansa and I sat in my room together, having our own moment together for us to reconnect. AS soon as we got back to Winterfell, all of the men know her and knew of her face so they bowed on one knee to her as she dismounted her horse. Robin was still confused as to what is going on, but we got him to his own room, with the help of Gendry and Arya. They got him settled and tried to answer his questions as much as possible, though I could tell this was not either one of their strengths. Gendry and Arya were reconnecting as well, helping each other in the Forge as Sansa and I talked in my room with Astrid resting her head on Sansa's lap. Sansa stroked her fur in a loving manner, having me see the black hair she now had and her beautiful face she was harboring. Sansa explained all that happened after the death of our father, how she was treated by Joffrey, her marriage to Tyrion and all up to the day of his wedding to another woman.

"I'm glad you're here, Sansa." I said to her, seeing him look at me with her haunting blue eyes and her fair skin, "I didn't know you were going to be here in the North once more. I was told you were back at King's Landing."

"I escaped." She replied to me, having me eye go wide in disbelief, "I was taken to my Aunt's home in the Vale, thinking that it was safe. But Peyter, the man whom you killed, he had other plans for me." I said nothing once more, thinking of why he would need Sansa of all people. She was still lost in her own mind, still thinking of bad memories and haunted thoughts that were forever running in a fast pace in her mind.

"Peyter killed Joffrey." She said aloud in a short tone, having me look at her now in shock, "I was given a necklace by a kind man who was a lowborn, but I never realized it was poison and that it was used in Joffrey's drink to kill him. I was merely a pawn in another Game." I gently reached out and touched her hand, seeing her look at our joined hands and having me feel how cold she was.

"You're alive, though, Sansa. You're alive and safe." I said to her, seeing him look back at me with her eyes a bit brighter, brighter from the tears that were coming down her face.

"I thought I would never get home." She said in a broken tone, having me sigh in defeat and scoot over to hug her close. I felt her tremble in my arms as she hugged me back. Of the three of us Stark daughters to go through pain, Sansa must of gone through the worst of it all. She went from being innocent to abused from all that happened to her, being seen more as a pawn than a human being. I hated the South even more for doing that to her, my sister, my blood and close comrade.

"You won't be hurt again." I said to her in a soothing tone, rubbing her back as I saw Astrid nuzzling into me as a support system as well, "I promise you, nothing or no one will hurt you again."

"I'm not afraid anymore." I pulled away from her as she said this, her voice was no long broken and fragile, but it was bold and fierce. She was holding her ground now, knowing that she had both of her sisters and a group of men behind her because she was a true Princess of the North.

"I thought I was when I was in the South, but I learned to keep to my own." she explained to me, having me see the coldness in her eyes from all that she has been through and all of the people that has tried to hurt her and break her into a million pieces. She was more haunt than I would ever be for the rest of my life, and she was still a young woman.

"And now that I have no only Arya, but another sister." She said in a lighter tone, having me smile at her after of brief moment of pain and anger we shared together, "I feel more at peace now. There's such much as we need to know about each other, and I want to know."

"Honestly, I'm not that special." I said to her in a shrug as I felt Astrid hop off the bed and go over to her corner of the room, curling up and sleeping on her own.

"I doubt that, Nora. You are very special in my opinion, since you have clearly brought Winterfell some glory once more." Sansa countered back at me with her hopeful tone.

"But I didn't do it on my own." I argued with her, but she shook her head.

"You are special to me, Nora. And to Arya and Gendry as well, You brought us back here, you and you alone did that." She explained to me, patting her hand on top my own as she was trying to convinced me that I was worth something in this world. To me, I was only one person whom wasn't worth a whole lot. as sad as it sounded. But Sansa saw me differently, as well as Arya and Brennon, even Gendry. Oh Gendry.

"You are my sister, the Heir to Winterfell and a Stark. You are far more important than you imagine." She explained to me some more, having me look down at my hands with a worried heart. Was it only my blood that made me important? Gendry saw me differently, he wanted my heart and soul, not my blood. But to others, blood was everything. Was Sansa that same way? How could that be? She was too kind and good to think in such a manner.

"My blood is worth more than anything else." I muttered, hating my self for saying it out loud, but I felt Sansa run some of her fingers into my hair in a soothing motion, having me close my eyes in both content and peace.

"Starks are more of family than blood, Nora." Sansa said in a calming tone, as if she was playing the role of a mother to me when I had no mother to go to in a time like this, "We're gonna stick together." I felt better than, because I felt as though she understood more about me then and where I was coming from when it came to blood. I have missed her so, her gentleness and her kindness to me when others were not as kind. She was a rough contrast to Arya, but the both of them wanted me as their sister and wanted our family to be together. It made me feel better about myself and where I was fitting in this world, how I was finding more acceptance and more love than I ever did once in my life.

"And from what I saw, Gendry is quite fond of you." I felt blush coming through me as she said this, having me look up at me with more curiosity than worry, "You two have known each other for awhile, haven't you?" After she asked me this, I told her the whole story with Gendry, starting with Flea Bottom and then everything from there. She listened in wrapped attention, especially the part when I told her I fell for him at one point in the journey. She smile was wide and her color was back on her face when the notion of romance was in the conversation, having me see that she was back to her normal self and her love for romance. She was a young girl again, asking me when and where it happened, when I fell for him.

"I don't know when it happened to me honest." I explained to her in a dosing off tone, having me see her watch me with adoration as I thought of it some more, "It just….snuck up on me at one moment. When I knew that I couldn't live without him."

"I wish to have that with someone someday." Sansa said in almost a dreamlike tone of voice, but I then realized I left something really important out when it came to Gendry.

"Sansa." I said in a hurried tone, clutching her hand in a death grip and having me see her eyes go wide in fear and worry.

"What is it Nora?" She asked me aloud, having me look at her with worried and feared filling eyes.

"Gendry's father…..his father is King Robert Baratheon."

"What?!"

I stood outside the great hall, hiding behind a wall and waiting to hear the conversation that was about to happen between Sansa and Gendry. As soon as I told her what happened with Gendry, whom his father was, she insisted on talking to him about what was going to happen to him in the future. I asked her what she meant, but she told me nothing. I was more worried at that point, thinking that this was some kind of trick that she was pulling on me. What did she want to talk to him about? It had me worried as I hid in the shadows with Arya as Gendry walked into the great hall, Koda next to him as Sansa was at the had table, a few of the men behind her as well as James. I clutched Arya's hand as I watched him walk into the room, making sure that I was no seen at any way shape or form.

"Stop freaking out, Nora. It's only Sansa." Arya hissed at me as she stood next to me in a dress, something her sister insisted her wearing for now on. I knew that bothered her, since she was grimacing as she got her dress and smoothed out her hair. That made me laugh, seeing that their sisterly love was back as it was before.

"Yeah and she's talking to Gendry, and I have no idea why." I replied back to her, seeing her sigh and shake her head with a smirk on her face.

"Be thankful that it's Sansa. Jon would of been worse." Arya said to me in her low tone, "And I think we have that to look forward to once we get him at the Wall."

"Is he cross?" I asked her aloud in wonder.

"Cross, no. But protective, diffidently." She replied in a shrug of her shoulders as I heard Sansa talk now.

"You must of wondering why I called you here." She said aloud, her voice was humming through the great hall.

"I am MIlday." Gendry replied in his soothing but deep voice.

"You are not in trouble, Gendry. I only wish to have a conversation with you, about Nora." I cringed, looking over at Arya with worry.

"Nora, Milday?" He asked aloud in a worried tone.

"Yes. She told me of your lineage, you are King Robert's Bastard son." I saw Arya's eye go wide from the new discovery, since she had no clue of that information. Gendry must of not told her when they were having their own alone time, having me wonder what else he left out.

"It's true, Milday. I am his Bastard." Gendry said aloud, having me look around the corner and see what it was looking at. He was standing in front of her, his hands folded in front of him and Koda was sitting by his side at attention as Sansa was looking over him.

"And your affections for Nora…" She trailed off, having me see him hang his head. I suspected that she was going scold him for loving me, to show that we weren't meant for each other. Was she going to go such a thing? I hoped not, and as I grabbed Arya's hand for dear life, I was waiting for the worst, but I heard the opposite.

"Are nothing but pure and good." I looked up, over at Arya who was just as shocked as she said this, I heard nothing at first, as if there was no more sound in the world.

"I have no problem with you being with my sister, for I know that you will do nothing to bring harm or pain to her." Sansa explained some more, having me be surprised as to how she was handling this, with sternness and authority that had a hint of kindness and peace. She was sounding like a Queen, a good Queen.

"I will do no such thing, Milday." Gendry said in his bold tone, having me feel my heart going back to its warmth once more as he continued, "She's all I have left, to be honest Milady. And she has saved me more times that I could think." I felt a tear rolling down my cheek and hitting my dress, having me feel so much love for him and adoration. I never thought I would hear him say such things to another person, I didn't give him enough credit and I felt Arya patting my hand in support.

"I wish to tell you the arrangement that I have made involving both you and Nora." Sansa said aloud, having both Arya and Sansa look around the corner at the scene and see her, but still hidden in the shadows. What was she planning?

"As the Princess of the North, I have no say in getting you legitimized in order to have you marry my older sister." Sansa explained, having me see the tense body language Gendry was having. Legitimized? She wants us to marry? But how can that be since technically she had no right to give him a good name?

"However." I held on for dear life as she continued, "Our brother Ban Stark is the sole Heir of Winterfell, and he has the right to legitimize you, to no longer have you name be a Bastard, and you will be a Lord." I had no more breath in me from what she said. She wanted us to be together, and she was willing to get rid of his Bastard status in order for that to happen. Would our brother do that? I saw Gendry pause from his spot as she eyed him gently, not in the way Cersei did to me, but kinder. It made me wonder if she learned from Cersei and did everything opposite of what she did.

"A Lord?" Gendry asked aloud in wonder.

"A Lord. And, as Robert's son, you are also eligible to be an heir to the Iron Throne." Sansa informed him some more.

"No." He said to too quickly, having me see her look at him with a bit of shock. I did as well, at how fast he said it and with much force. I wondered the same thing, why so quick? Was he afraid? Was he worried?

"Forgive me, Milday. I don't want to be the heir to the Iron Throne, that is not my life. I only wish to have my Bastard name be taken so I can be worthy enough to marry your sister and to bring her happiness." Gendry said aloud, having me finally move out from the shadows and into the open. He wanted to marry me? Me, or all people? I was beyond unworthy to have him take me as a wife! I stood in the middle of the great hall behind him, having me see him look over his shoulder and at me, his eyes going big and his stance was now soft as he saw me. Sansa was still standing at the top step, but I saw a small smile on her face as I was staring at Gendry in shock. Arya was back out from the darkness and stood behind me as well, just as shocked from all that she was hearing, but my eyes and thoughts were on Gendry and him alone.

"You want to marry me?" I asked him aloud in wonder and shock. Why would that be so? I hadn't picture myself as a wife at all, let alone his. But he wanted this, he wanted me, having me see him smile at me and nod his head, my heart was no feeling so much bigger and my whole body was in fire for his love. Our lives were forever changing day by day, moment by moment as he said the next phrase to me.

"I wish to marry you."