I don't know what happened the first time I uploaded, but thanks to JM1911A1, C.A.Q and blueroses97 for the heads-up. Let's try this again:

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Arya asked. She had been summoned to the Great Hall where her sister was holding court. Now she stood, looking at ease, hands joined behind her back.

"It's not about what I want. It's what honor demands." Sansa said, her voice steady and strong enough to carry to the whole crowd.

"All right, then," Arya replied. "Get on with it."

"You stand accused of murder. You stand accused of treason. How do you answer these charges, Lord Baelish?"

The man was clearly stunned. For once, he'd his hold on the rungs of the ladder of chaos had slipped. Confusion, then scheming, then charm slid over his face.

"My sister asked you a question." Arya said.

Sansa then systematically revealed to her court that he had thrown Lysa out the moon door and given her the poison to kill her husband, Jon, before that. He had spurred Lysa to write the letter that lured Eddard to King's Landing. He had conspired with Cersei and Joffrey to kill Eddard. "Do you deny it?" she asked, teeth gritted.

"I deny it!" Baelish replied, then smiled as though sure that he could turn the minds and hearts of the men in the room to his favor, but Bran's words exposed him readily. Moreover, Arya revealed the dagger which had almost killed Bran—the one Little Finger had attributed to Tyrion Lanister— was really his own.

He begged Sansa to recall all he'd done for her, but she had not forgotten. Nor had she forgotten all he had done to her, selling her to Ramsey and trying to turn her against her sister. "Thank you for all your many lessons. I will never forget them."

Arya took the Valerian steel dagger in hand and quickly slit his throat. His blood spurted out with a loud squelch. She felt no joy in it, but she did feel more at peace. Maybe this was it—justice, not vengeance.

Meanwhile, Gendry felt as though the world had gone mad. He had met the beautiful Dragon Queen. She had agreed to help them gather dragon glass and fight the Night King and the White Walkers if they would bend the knee, and so they had.

They travelled North, beyond Winterfell, to the land where the Knight King and his creatures were trudging toward mankind. Those creatures terrified Gendry, and they had barely made it out alive. The dragon Viserion had not. The Night King had hurled a spear of ice, piercing the creature's body, which fell and slid under the surface of the cold, dark water.

After that, Jon and Queen Daenerys seemed closer in a way, but more distant in others. Jon's plan had cost her one of the dragons she thought of as her children. She did not rescind her offer to help fight the White Walkers. If anything, the experience had increased her desire to defeat the undead. But no more mention was made of marrying the man whom the Northerners had named their king.