"Gendry!" Brienne cried out from where she knelt in the center of the room. Her hands were tied to her ankles and her face red and swollen.

"I'm here," Gendry told her soothingly as he began untying her bonds. "What happened?"

"They killed him. They killed Renly..." was the only thing she was able to utter before she closed her eyes and began to weep silently.

Gendry's stomach turned at the revelation. Another one. They've killed another one.

"I'm so sorry Brienne," he whispered, pulling her to her feet and wrapping his arms around her tall frame. She sniffed loudly by his ear a couple of times before pulling away and wiping her face dry.

"It was Cersei Lannister," she told him as she tugged her torn shirt closed. "She killed him and shot me. That's Jaime, her brother." Gendry turned to the blonde man Sandor was standing by. "Things got out of hand with him." Brienne confessed.

"Oh my..." the man gasped out as Gendry took a few steps towards him. "There is no doubt that you are Robert's son."

"What?" Brienne turned to Gendry for an explanation.

Gendry ignored her and the comment and eyed the man from head to toe.

His face was bruised and his unbuttoned coat revealed the red marks that peppered his chest. He agreed with Brienne. Things had gotten out of hand.

They were in deep shit. And things were worse than ever now. Arya was gone. Renly was dead. Brienne had tortured this man, leaving him barely conscious and just when he thought things would be better, the table turned on him and he was standing in a cabin with a Lannister that looked more dead than alive, three dead bodies, and no Renly. Renly, the man who was suppose to help them find the will.

I wish Arya were here.

He wasn't sure why, but when he was with her, this whole situation wasn't as heavy.

He missed her.

Missing her hurt.

He could still see her in his mind's eye. Her large, sad, grey eyes staring at him, and bolstering him... He missed her trying to take the lead. And her strength, which oddly strengthened him too.

Now he stood here. All eyes on him. Brienne. Sandor. Jaime. What do they do now? Where do they go? What will they do with Jaime?

"Who are they?" he asked, with a nod towards the dead men.

Brienne shrugged. "They came to trash the cabin. They worked for some guy named Jack."

"Jaqen," Jaime corrected from the floor.

Blood rose to Gendry's face at the mention of the name. "What? They're Jaqen's men?"

"You know him?" Brienne asked.

"Met him a few days ago."

"A few days ago? Where have you been?"

Gendry sighed. "It's a long story." He shot a wary glance at Jaime.

"And it can wait." Sandor cut it.

"No it can't!" Brienne said sternly.

Gendry closed his eyes. His head hurt, and his stitches were throbbing. He was sure they were infected.

"She's right," he told Sandor, "We need to put everything on the table and see what our next move will be. We needed Renly. Now we're back to square one."

Jaime chuckled from where he sat. "Next move..."

Sandor clenched his jaw and looked away. "I should have gone my own way."

"Well, you didn't, did ya? You made your choice, and no one forced you, did they... not that I recall... so stop whining, alright? Help us. We can figure something out. We have him."

"You think that gives you an advantage?" Jaime croaked mockingly. Sandor turned to the slumping man and gave him a kick.

"Stop!" Brienne yelled, crossing the room towards Sandor.

"Why?" he asked her.

"Why hurt him?"

"I should ask you the same question!"

"Quiet!" Gendry yelled over them. This was a huge mess. He knew how Brienne was, and Sandor was just as bad. They would never agree on anything. And Jaime sneered at them mockingly, making Gendry nervous.

"We need to get out of here," he said, walking over to the coat on the floor and picking it up.

"And go where?" Sandor and Brienne both asked at the same time.

"I don't care. Away from here," he tossed the coat to Brienne, "Away from them." He pointed at the dead men.

"We can't go anywhere without a plan, and we can't think up a plan without knowing everything."

"I was with Arya!" Gendry yelled. "I've been with Arya Stark, all this time," he told Jaime.

Brienne looked as shocked as the blonde man on the floor.

"The night of Ned's death, she showed up at my flat. Then Yoren showed up. I thought they'd just need to hide out the night, but it turned out I was involved in it all, without even knowing it. I'm Robert Baratheon's son." Brienne gasped. "Yoren suspected the reason Ned was killed was because he knew of this will of Robert's... A will that included me. Sandor confirmed it."

"Where's Arya now?" Brienne asked, still processing the information.

"I don't know. When I woke up yersterday morning, she was gone."

"I don't blame her. You're all a bunch of fools!" Jaime said.

"The safety deposit box we asked Renly to look for, we thought it might contain the will."

"She knows about it," Brienne combed her hand through her short hair. "Cersei. The night you called, Jaime was listening to everything. She has the number."

Gendry wasn't surprised. Everything else had fallen into a shit hole, what's one more thing.

"Now what?" Sandor demanded.

Gendry looked the burned man in the eyes, then he turned and looked Jaime, who was smiling up at him, then lastly, his gaze rose to meet Brienne's large blue eyes.

She didn't look scared. Gendry was terrified, but Brienne seemed in control of her feelings. Like Arya.

He decided to take strength from Brienne, and suddenly, he knew exactly what to do.

"We don't need the will. All we need is him." Gendry pointed at Jaime.

"He's not talking." Brienne said.

"I don't need him to talk. He's just a pawn."

"Cersei won't fall for it" Sandor said.

"He's right," Jaime nodded from the floor. "She won't."

"She will if I offer her something more valuable than the will."

"And what's that?" Jaime taunted.

Gendry bent over, making sure he got a good look at Jaime's eyes.

"Me."

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"You don't know what you're asking for, girl," Jaqen said with a small laugh as he closed the first aid kit and slid off the stool.

Arya glanced down at her bandaged wrists, asking herself if she really knew what she was doing.

She was always so impulsive. Gendry always pointed it out. Her father had too.

Impulsive, and wreckless. Fierce. Rebellious... She could go on and on and make a list of everything she'd been called over the years.

She shook her head before she had time to think things through properly. She knew this is what she wanted.

"I know what I'm asking for," she said, sliding off her stool and following him down a hallway, into the back part of the house.

"No . . . you don't!" Jaqen said, spinning to face her suddenly, making her nearly crash into him. "A girl is impulsive. A girl should think more before she makes decisions."

"Stop with the third person talk! It's annoying!"

Jaqen smiled, turning on his heel, and walking away from her.

"I know what I want. And I want this."

"When I met you in Madrid," he said over his shoulder as he walked into a room. "all you wanted was to find your family. Now you want to turn your back on them, abandon them when they need you the most in pursuit of some silly-girl whim. That makes no sense."

Arya grabbed his arm and made him face her. "I am not a silly girl!" she yelled up at him murderously. "It makes perfect sense. It makes sense because I'm angry. I'm tired . . . and angry. I've been running for my life ever since my father was murdered. I want to kill Cersei. I want to destroy everyone responsible for the murder of my parents. I'm human. I want revenge . . . but when I was caught and tortured, I realized how weak I was. How incompetent I really am. I almost died."

Repeating that just now brought back all those feelings she felt back in that basement. The anger, and helplessness, and the bitter acceptance.

"I never want to feel that way again. I never want my life to be in the hands of someone else. If I face Cersei, I want to know that I can end her. I want her on her knees, the way her men had my father, and I want to look into her eyes, and I want her to plead for her life. I can't have that. Not without you. Not when I'm still that weak girl that shed tears of fear in that basement. I want to be without weakness, and without fear. Only then will I be of true help to my family."

Jaqen let out a shuddery sigh. "Before you embark on a journey of revenge... dig two graves."

Arya bit her bottom lip, closing her eyes. She knew that.

"That's Confucius."

Her lids flew open. "I don't care. I want revenge."

Jaqen laughed. "And that's the first thing we'll need to remove in order to make you into the face less no one that you want to be."

"So . . . you'll do it?" Arya asked with hope.

He slid the back of his hand down her cheek tenderly. "I will... lovely girl."

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"The Bordeaux man..." his beady-eyed assistant said with coffee breath.

"Yes, the one found outside that hotel," Jorah said

"Yes... I looked into him like you said, and he is in fact associated with the Lannisters. His name is..."

"What are you doing here?" Jorah whispered to himself, interrupting his assistant. "Jack, we'll continue this later..." he dismissed the man with a wave of his hand as he walked down the empty hallway towards the tall blonde that stood by the Christmas tree at the end of the hall.

"Jorah," she said with a smile as soon as he was close enough to hear her.

"What the hell are you doing here? I told you, I come to you!" he whispered, grabbing hold of her arm as soon as he was beside her and pulling her roughly towards the lifts. "How did you get in here?"

"Oh please, don't insult me."

"You've got a nerve showing up here. I'm still under..."

"I know, I know, do you think I would risk it if it wasn't important? You weren't answering your phone."

"It's in my office."

The lift door opened and they both stepped inside.

"I need to leave tonight," she pressed the button to his floor and the doors slid closed.

"Can you wait until we're in my office?"

"I think I found Osha," she whispered into his ear.

"Margaery!" he warned, and she didn't say another word until he closed the door of his office behind them.

"I think I found Osha," she told him with a smile.

"I heard you the first time. How did you find her? I've been looking for her for years."

"I sent the pictures you emailed me to a contact. He hacked into all the security systems of all the businesses within 5 kilometers of Cutlers Hall and checked the footage for that night and we have a match."

A creak made both of them turn and come face to face with Daenerys, who was sitting in one of the corner chairs of his office. Damn!

"Dany! What are you doing here?"

"You asked me to come," she said acidly as she headed for the door. He'd forgotten all about it. He caught her wrist before she could reach the door.

"Please, let me explain."

"You don't owe me an explanation, Mr. Mormont! "

Coming from her, the way she addressed him was a low blow. For years they'd been Jorah and Dany to each other.

Her eyes were two angry, accusing flames. She looked so betrayed.

"Let me explain," he whispered intensely, tightening his grip on her wrist.

"No," she whispered back with heat as she tugged her wrist free.

This could be over for him. This could be the end of his career, with all the strikes he had had. But he welcomed it with open arms. He would not, however, allow Dany to leave this room until he cleared things up with her.

He reached the door before her and caught both her arms in an iron lock. "Dany, please."

"It's Miss Targaryen to you! And you are nothing more than my Chief Inspector! For now. Now let go of me."

"I won't let you leave until you let me explain everything. It's all just a misunderstanding."

"Please, Dany, hear him out," Margaery pleaded calmly from behind them.

Daenerys barely regarded her. "The only misunderstanding here, was me ever believing you were my friend."

Jorah didn't let his face betray his feelings at that moment. He kept it stoic. But he released her and opened the door for her.

"This is about Jaqen," Margaery said before Dany could take a step towards the door.

The room stood still as the seconds ticked and Jaqen's name still rung in their ears.

Finally, Dany place a hand on the door and closed it. "Alright. Explain."

Jorah searched his mind in panic. He needed the right words. He needed to tell Dany everything, but knowing her, she'd only have patience for a few words. He wouldn't even touch on the matter of the death of her partner and fiancée, who'd been injured during the last operation held on the Jaqen case.

"Osha," Jorah began. "That's the name of the woman on the security footage your team recovered. "She's Jaqen's sister. She works for him. The Commisioner, my father, closed the Jaqen case about five years ago, even though the man was 891 million in with illegal assets."

Dany nodded.

"We'd already lost 8 million on the operation, and every step I took towards catching Jaqen only took me two steps further from him."

"We understand why Commissioner Mormont shut the operation down. A lot of lives were lost. Even your husband's," Margaery said.

"Fiancée," Dany corrected, and Jorah shot Margaery an angered glance.

"We know that case put a lot of strain on the department, and that I seemed to be leading us all in the wrong direction . . . but even now, I still can't let go of it."

"You mean..." Dany began, but Jorah cut her off with a raise of his hand.

"I'm still working on it. On my own. With Margaery here, and a few of her contacts."

"I've been working undercover," Margaery took a few steps towards them. "Gaining the friendship and trust of the Lannisters, the last family Jaqen made business with."

"It was terrible, what happened at Cutler's Hall... but this tragedy came at the right time for Margaery and me. The fact that the Lannister family is involved, and now that we know Osha is as well, we have access to equipment needed to speed up my investigation."

"We've come closer to finding Jaqen than ever before," Margaery interrupted, "And now, we have a lead on his sister."

"So you're using the Cutler Hall incident as a crutch to your own personal investigation. You care little for those poor missing kids. Those families..." Dany shook her head in disgust.

"No. I care about finding the Stark children as much as I care about finding Jaqen... only now they go hand in hand, and I have access to the team here, without seemingly going against orders."

"Why go against orders in the first place?" Dany asked him. "Why is this so important to you? Why risk your job?"

"Loan shark, money launderer, terrorist financer, short-selling stocks to large companies, then engineering the sink of their share prices... This man is everywhere and he does it all... My father was wrong in shutting down the operation."

"He shut it down because it was costing millions and lives were being lost," Dany took a step foward, "It was gaining nothing. You were getting nowhere."

"I am now," Jorah followed her lead, taking a step towards her, so that there was only about a foot between them. "I didn't betray you, Daenerys. I didn't use you. You are my closest, and most respected friend," he risked grabbing her hands. She didn't pull away. "I need to solve this case. This man has to be stopped."

He could see her green eyes searching his warily. Searching for the truth.

When she gave his hands a squeeze, he knew he'd gotten through to her.

"You're right," she said with a nod, releasing his hand. "You're right," she repeated.

Jorah nodded, feeling relief wash over him.

For a moment he'd almost lost Daenerys, and that had scared him more than anything.

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The nurses smiled at her as she walked down the corridor, towards Robert's room.

Robb had confirmed her suspicions that morning, and now, as she smiled back at the nurses and doctors she walked by, she couldn't help but wonder if any of them were working for Cersei and Jaime.

She walked into the room noticing the fresh flowers sitting on the counter under the window. From Myrcella, no doubt.

Sansa pulled her coat off, hanging it on the back of her usual chair; next to Robert's bed.

"How are you today?" she asked the unconscious man as she sat.

His stubble was long now. She remembered he'd had a clean shave the night of the party. She idly wondered if she should ask a nurse to give him a shave.

She reached over and grabbed his hand, giving it a small squeeze. I miss father.

"Joffrey's on his way. He will be here soon." she told Robert, letting go of his hand and turning in her chair to grab her bag off the floor.

"I brought a magazine. There's an article I read that I thought you might like."

She pulled the rolled magazine out of her handbag and began leafing through the pages, looking for the article.

She began to read out loud, not paying any attention to what she was reading. Her mind was on Robb, and everything he had revealed to her earlier. Jaime and Cersei were the ones responsible for Bran's accident. All to hide their filth.

Her grip on the magazine tightened, and she realized she had stopped reading a while back. She cleared her throat and tried to find her place in the article.

As soon as she began reading again, her mind once more trailed over to earlier that morning.

Petyr is on our side, She told herself over and over again to give her some comfort.

Robb had said Cersei probably had the police on her side. Sansa didn't doubt it. Mordane's death hadn't even made news, and she'd been found the same morning Cat was.

Yes. Cersei had more than the police on her side.

Sansa shifted her weight, suddenly uncomfortable in the large hospital room. She could feel eyes on her. As though someone else were in the room.

She looked around before rolling her eyes at herself.

It's just you and Robert in the room.

On the bed, Robert's breath hitched, making Sansa's eyes snap to him, then to the heart monitor, then to him once more.

All seemed normal.

Relax, Sansa. Stop being so silly.

Her throat was tight and dry, so she didn't resume reading out loud.

Robb told her all about Bran, and how Alicia would take him and grandfather to safety. Sansa told him about Sandor. Robb made it all too clear how much he considered it a bad idea, but it was too late now to change anything.

Besides, even if she could, Sansa suspected she wouldn't.

She stood there; on the gravel road leading to the main road, staring after Sandor's car as it drove away a second time, this time, for good, and she felt the weight of the world on her shoulders.

The weight of her father's death. The weight of the absence that grew each day she was away from her family.

She missed Arya. And dear Bran.

She needed her mother. She longed for Robb.

As she saw the black car turn at the main road, and speed away, disappearing over a hill, she felt the weight of Sandor's absence as well.

Perhaps he had not been a friend. And perhaps the longest conversation they'd had had been this once just now, when he'd asked her to leave with him and she'd asked him to find her brother and sister... but he'd been there for her all this time, even during her father's death.

He'd been her only comfort.

It was only when the cold became unbearable that she turned, walking up the road, towards the manor.

Towards Joffrey.

She was greeted only by the help, and she was oddly grateful for it. Joffrey was the last person she wanted to see right now.

After a warm bath, she crawled into her bed, feeling like a guest for the first time since she'd been here.

This bed wasn't hers; nor was this room.

The morning after the Cutler's Hall incident, she'd woken to find one of the maids unpacking her clothes from her suitcases.

"'Morning miss. Lady Baratheon asked us to bring some of your things over. She says you may stay as long as you'd like. She didn't think it wise for you to go over to your house with all the reporters lurking about like vultures. I hope you like what we picked out for you"

Sansa looked around the room, her eyes falling on her things. Not even seeing her belongings made her feel at home. She leaned over to the edge of the bed and pulled the night table drawer open. Underneath the copy of Jane Eyre she'd taken from the Baratheon's library, was Sandor's handkerchief.

"You're alright now, little bird... you're alright," Sandor had whispered to her ear as he carried her though the kichens and out the back of the building, where two black cars were waiting for them.

"Where's father? Arya and Rickon!" Sansa had yelled, but no one had answered. Jaime, Cersei, Tommen and Myrcella all climbed into one car, and it'd sped away like mad.

Joffrey had been the first to climb into the second car. Sandor had urged her in before seating himself next to her and slamming the door.

The whole ride to the Baratheon's home, Joffrey was in a fit, never shutting up about how he'd nearly lost his life, only once mentioning his father.

Sansa had curled herself at the end of the car seat, taking in deep breaths to calm herself, and wishing Joffrey would just shut up. His shrill voice was only setting her more on edge, and it was not helping her stop the tears that kept on rolling willfully down her cheeks.

"I'm sure they're fine," Sandor had whispered near her ear, holding out a white handkerchief, which she'd taken gratefully and pressed against her face.

She moved the book aside and pulled it out of the drawer, pressing it against her face.

It still faintly smelled of him. The scent barely traceable. She closed her eyes, and she was in the car again, his hand holding her face. And this time, if only in her head, she said yes to him. Yes, she would leave with him.

"I hope you're well, Sandor," Sansa said, closing the magazine on her lap, "I hope you're well, and that you'll find my brother and sister."

She turned to Robert.

"Mother's dead. I think you were right... I should have left that house. I should have left with you... But I was right too. I need to be here. There must be a reason why I need to be here... right?"

She sighed deeply. "I wish you'd been here too, though."

Her confession flustered her, and she blinked a few times, shaking her silly thoughts away as she pulled her mobile out to check the time. Joffrey should have been here by now.

A small gasp made her snap her head up just in time to witness Robert's brows twitch.

Her eyes grew wide as she sprung to her feet. "Robert?" she gasped out.

For a moment, nothing happened. The seconds ticked by slowly, and her heart hammered inside her rapidly.

I must be imagining things, she told herself about to sit back down, when Robert's lips parted, inhaling sharply before he began to cough.

"Robert! Robert?" she yelled, taking hold of his hand. His eyes flew open when she did, and he looked terrified.

The heart monitor began to beep loudly, and Robert tightened his hand around hers as he began to cough. No, not cough. Choke.

"Help! Doctor Clark! Nurse! Somebody!" she called, pulling her hand free from Robert's grasp as she ran to the door, yanking it open. "Doctor Clark!" she yelled into the hallway. A few nurses were already at the door, pushing her aside, and Doctor Clark was at the end of the corridor; running towards her.

"He woke up! He can't breathe!" Sansa told him, finding it hard to breathe herself.

Dr. Clark walked into the room and Sansa followed him towards the bed.

"Please do something!" she pleaded as Robert struggled for breath, his eyes on her. They were calling for help.

"Get her out of here!" the Doctor said, and before Sansa could protest, she was being pushed out of the room by one of the nurses.

More nurses ran towards the room, pushing past her and through the door.

She could hear Robert gasping for air, and the Doctor shouting orders, and the heart monitor beeping endlessly.

Sansa glanced down at the mobile in her hand. No signal.

"Shit!" she gasped, running to the information desk by the lifts. There was no one behind the desk. She turned to the lifts, then to Robert's room down the hall.

"Come on Joffrey, where are you?!" she yelled as she ran back towards the room. It was silent inside.

"Please don't die Robert. Please don't leave us... I can't lose you too!" she began pacing back and forth outside the room, crossing her arms over her chest to keep herself calm. "You can't die, Robert!" she said bitterly.

She felt so angry.

Why is all of this happening? Why? Why!?

The door opened, and one by one the nurses walked out.

"What happened? Is he alright?" she demanded, but no one answered.

One of the last nurses to exit was as white as a sheet, and looked as though she'd seen a ghost.

"No," Sansa shook her head.

"Sansa," the doctor called her, and she walked into the room with her head hung low, tears blurring her vision.

"Sansa?" Robert blinked up at her through squinted eyes, his voice thick with sleep.

Sansa's hands cupped her mouth, and the tears fell from her eyes. Only they were tears of relief.

Suddenly, she began to laugh, tears still falling from her eyes, as she ran towards the bed, clasping Robert's hand between hers and pressing it to her wet cheek.

He's alive. Robert is alive!

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They left the the car they stole out in London back at the cabin, and took Brienne's Land Rover. Even if it was missing a windshield.

They decided they'd contact Cersei, and Gendry would agree to meet with her.

It wasn't much, and they didn't know where they go from there. But Sandor said he knew a man who could wire Gendry up, and they'd be able to record the conversation.

Brienne still didn't trust the burned man, but Gendry seemed to trust him, and their plan pleased him well enough, so she didn't argue.

She'd tended to the worse of Jaime's wounds, and tried to do the best she could with Gendry's stitches. Thankfully they weren't infected, but the skin was swollen to the point of almost fully hiding the thread.

Gendry told her about Arya and everything they'd been through with more detail as she cleaned him up with the Amosan she found in the well equipped first aid kit she'd found in the cabin earlier, when she'd tended to her bullet wound.

The way Gendry spoke about the Stark girl made her think he had developed feelings for her.

She remembered the afternoon he'd walked into the station with the girl in handcuffs, and the shock on his face when he realized it was Ned's daughter.

After that, it had become a game. Brienne was almost certain the girl would cause trouble on purpose, just to challenge Gendry. And Gendry never stepped down, despite the constant teasing from the other officers.

Once or twice Gendry had mentioned Arya to Brienne when she'd been over at his place for their game nights, and Brienne had already picked up on him caring for the kid. But she'd assumed it was just the challenge she was to him.

Now though, she could tell there was something else there. She knew Gendry though, and she sorta knew how Arya Stark was, and she doubted anything had actually happened between them.

"Pull over there," Gendry pointed to a gas station at the edge of the road.

They'd been driving for a couple of hours, and it was already dark out, and freezing cold.

"My face is fucking frozen," Sandor grumbled as he pulled in next to the pump. "We need to find another car. We're far enough from the cabin now. We can dump this useless thing somewhere and steal another car."

"Yes," Gendry agreed as he stepped out of the car.

"I'll pump it. It has a catch," Brienne told Sandor.

He merely nodded.

She stole a quick glance back at Jaime, who was sprawled over the last two seats.

He was sleeping.

"Keep an eye on him," Brienne told Sandor though the rear view mirror.

"I'll keep two," Sandor said sourly.

She rolled her eyes and stepped out of the car.

She fed the nozzle in and dug her frozen hands deep into her pockets. Her skin on her face felt stretched from the cold wind that was hitting it the whole drive here, no matter which way she faced. She glanced over at Gendry, who was inside, filling cups with coffee. His face was red and shiny.

The nozzle clicked and she pulled it out, screwing the fuel lid and slamming the little door close.

She walked to the quick mart, and pulled the door open. "Ready?" she called over to Gendry who was paying for the coffees.

His eyes were glued to the television behind the counter.

"What is it?" she asked him. He looked terrified.

"Here's your change, sir."

Gendry held his hand out to collect the change, picking up the coffee holder off the counter and storming towards the door.

"Gendry, what did you see?" Brienne called after him.

"He's alive." he uttered through clenched teeth.

"Who?"

Gendry turned to her, his eyes were scared. Panicked. Lost.

"My father."

AN

SO sorry for the very late update, I had to leave town on a family emergency, and only those on tumblr found out about it. I apologize for that...

I'm back though, and I feel pumped up for future chapters. I'm also very excited because I finally finished the top part of my Arya costume. It's on my tumblr, if you guys care to check it out. Also, I'm directing a play for Christmas, so that also has me excited. And I came back home and Gossip Spyder, the fanfic I'm reading (highly recommend it!) had updated... *sigh* So I'm pretty pumped for all different reasons!

Where to begin with this chapter... Well, how about Robert. "HE'S ALIVE!" uttered Doctor Whale... ernmmm i mean, Sansa...

HAHA, yes, my lovely ladies, he's alive! :)

Also, we have a trio now. Sandor, Brienne, and Gendry.

Gendry didn't get along with Sandor at first, but he's warming up to him. Brienne and him will really clash though. So expect some of that.

GENDRY! He's turning himself over to Cersei :(

and Jaqen and Arya have a bit of a dispute, but finally Jaqen gives in to her. I mean, she's so freaking adorable. Who wouldn't. She's being, very, very impulsive, but that's Arya, and there's consequences.

PLEASE REVIEW! Tell me what you think :) About Robert, about the new trio, about Gendry and Arya's impulsive decisions... let me know!

I LOVE YOU ALL! MADDIE I LOVE YOU!

Again, sorry for taking forever with this...