So that's the end of my first multi-chapter story with a plot. I plan on sometime releasing my next full story, though it won't be GoT related (and it's a monster of a story). I've got it mostly written out but when I actually finish it, I'll update it as to not face the problems I had with this one. Please remember to review, favorite, or something as it is the last chance. Thank you if you made it this far!

Epilogue: Someone Holds Me Safe And Warm

Arry was in a daze the next morning. Last night felt unreal, like something out of a myth.

"It makes sense, you know," Jon said to her over breakfast, his hand completely bandaged. It was almost comical to watch him eat with his non-dominant hand. "It explains why we looked alike and why Eddard Stark was so secretive to the point where he uncharacteristically broke his vows to your mother."

"You'll always be my brother to me," Arry said that with a tone of finality that she somehow didn't notice until she actually said it out loud. Her mind kept flashing towards the events of last night, but the one that she experienced the most vividly was when she kissed Gendry. He felt right. So pure to her. She thought he was a swindler, a liar, a thief, and a horrible person all around mere hours ago and yet she was settled with unnecessary feelings she couldn't explain. By kissing him, she felt all of that go away. She needed to find him and talk to him. Last night was still unresolved.

After breakfast was over, Arry settled out to find him.

He was in the courtyard, talking to Sandor, who seemed the slightest but dejected. "I'll see you around, then?" Sandor said.

Gendry nodded. "I'll be back sooner than you'd think."

"Good morning," she said cordially.

"I love you," he blurted out. He smacked his hand against his forehead. "I mean...Good morning to you too," he said, bowing. Arry rolled her eyes.

"Sleep well last night?"

"Quite."

"So are you trying to leave Braavos again?" He wasn't that stupid if he was going to pretend that she didn't hear that last bit of conversation.

"Yes, but I'm not going alone this time." He took her by the hands. "I want you to come with me."

"What?" She was taken aback by his words.

"Marry me, Arry."

This was all too fast. "But my family. Jon. Everyone I love is here."

"It won't be for long. I realized last night that I can't be without you. I want to marry you and see the world with you and have more adventures along the way."

It all seemed so tempting to her. "Haven't you realized that the king of Westeros is now dead and my brother or you, even, could have a stake for the Iron Throne, assuming your Robert Baratheon's son and all?" She felt that was true as she remembered seeing him a few times as a child and he had that same face and the exact same eyes (albeit he was a lot fatter).

"I know, but I don't want it. I want you." He leaned in and kissed her softly. His lips were warm and her mind and body melted against him. She couldn't say no to him. He pulled away. "You and only you."

She thought of Sansa's words and how she could marry anyone she wished as long as he was kind and a good person. She loved him too, and although she was a lot less open with her feelings, she knew enough to recognize it. She smiled at him and took him by the hand.

"I'll agree but on a few conditions..."

Elation poured all over his body and he lifted her in his happiness. She couldn't help but catch his elation as well. He was pretty damned contagious, after all.

"Dear Jon, Sandor, and Sansa," Sansa read to Sandor and Jon in the study room. "I've decided to marry Gendry. Don't worry, I'll be back soon before you know it and when we do, we'll take the world by storm, ice, and fire. Yours, Arya." Sansa could barely finish reading Arya's letter as she cried tears of joy. "They've eloped! How romantic! I knew she loved him!"

Sandor stared outside the window and into the piers, knowing one of those boats in the sunset just had to be theirs. If Arry could do it, then why couldn't he do the same? Except he preferred a different approach to the matter as he wanted to be his Bird's guardian, her protector.

"I can't say that I'm not mildly disappointed I didn't send her off, but that girl was always wild and triumphant," Jon said. "There was nothing I could do."

"I love happy endings, you know that, Jon," Sansa said, hastily wiping her tears. She shot Sandor a smile and he couldn't help but return it with an awkward grin. Somehow, it made her smile all the wider, knowing she had accomplished this feat.

"I wouldn't say it was a happy ending, Sansa. Not at all," Jon said, looking out the window at the boats on the pier. He wiped away the semblance of a tear and then went back to his usual manner, "I supposed it's more of a perfect beginning."

There was a small, ragtag band playing on the boat they took. They didn't know or care where they would go, only that it would lead to an adventure. Whether it was to Lys or Tyrosh, it didn't matter to them. The band wasn't anything worthy to listen to. They were horribly out of tune, but their energy was inescapable. Arry couldn't help but tap her foot to their offbeat rhythm.

Gendry noticed this and extended his hand. "How about another dance," he said, recalling to when he set sail and started to realize his feelings for her.

"You won't step on my foot this time, will you?"

"Only if you won't." The two grabbed each other and commenced their dancing while Nymeria stood silently at the other side of the dock, watching her friends dance. The two laughed and giggled as they stepped on each other's toes. When the song ended, he took her in a soft kiss. Nymeria looked away and barked in the process.

The ship rode off into the fading light sky and into parts unknown to Arry and Gendry as they danced the night away, but such was the thrill of adventure.