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Pear wine tastes too sweet and flavorful against Arya's tongue somehow. Give her a proper ale.

She chugs out of a horn, legs dangling and kicking aimlessly over one of the guest-tables. Her breeches unlaced. Arya can still feel where Gendry's mouth suckled hot, bruising kiss-marks against her inner thighs and hips. He's a right simpleton. Gendry goes too-slow, mapping Arya's nakedness with hands and lips, worshipping every curve, from nipples to stomach to arse. She can still feel Gendry's seed leaking out of her, and Arya makes sure there's a tiny, folded rag inside her garments.

"You shouldn't drink that," Bran announces, gazing pointedly at her.

They've always shared the grey Stark eyes, but Arya wishes they were more lively than this. (Bran has been through much. He needs time to rest, Jon tells her.)

Arya raises an eyebrow, swallowing a mouthful of cold, strong ale. "Why not?"

"It's not good for the baby."

She spits out the next mouthful loudly, heaving forward between her knees, coughing for air. The drinking horn goes tumbling onto the unpolished floor. Bran watches expressionlessly in his chair. "The—hhrk, the wha—?"

"You should start eating turnips," he murmurs, as if trying to be helpful in some way. Arya stares back in complete horror, wiping her sleeve over her gaping mouth. "Mother had an easier time carrying Sansa when she ate turnips. I suppose it's not too late to ask Maester Wolkin for moon tea. I would have liked to have met her though."

Arya gulps.

"Her?"

"Catelyn." Bran's eyes slow-blink. His thin features easing into fondness. "Catelyn Snow. She can be a Stark or Baratheon if the Queen legitimatises her and Gendry—"

"Bleedin' hells," Arya curses, shutting her eyes, rubbing the heels of her grimy hands over her temples.

All seven of the hells.

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GoT isn't mine. IIIIIIIIII HAD TOO MUCH FUN. I WANNA WRITE A MILLION MORE WORDS ABOUT THIS. Requested by imagineagreatadventure (AO3): "Gendrya; bran knows something arya doesn't."

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