Chapter 1
The water was falling heavy on her head and washed all the tension from her body, Three discussions in a week, gods, Arya thought, through the headache, she still feels all the anger and frustration of that moment. Again the lady her mother had confronted her; in the middle of the dinner, is not even need to say that the thing ruined the meal of everyone.
"What will you do with your life, Arya? Until when will you act like a wayward child? You are a grown woman, you're a Stark, like it or not you are a lady and go out every night to clubs in suspicious places is not much ladylike…" At this point, Arya stopped listening completely, she had lost her appetite , so she stood up and walked to her room, leaving the lady Catelyn shouting dismayed.
Fuck it, I'm not a lady she thought, she ran her fingers through her dark brown hair in an impatient attempt of combed them, the water ran down her back and closed her shiver, only now realizing how cold the night was in Winterfell, it snowed a bit outside, it wasn't your best choice when she opted for a cold shower, but her body seethed of indignation and she just need to calm down.
Finally she ended the shower e got out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, the screen of her cell phone was on above her bed, Arya took it and saw that she had seven missed calls, all from Wylla Manderly, your friends of always, she had the ability to make Arya laugh , this was exactly what she needed now.
Arya returned the call:
" ARYA!" Wylla practically shouted "Where have you been? I'm calling you for ages. The greatest party is going on on the Tyrel's mansion and we are not there; Lyanna had a family dinner and couldn't go, I'm on my way in the king's road. Meet you there?"
"Sure, no problem. I'll be there in half hour."
End of the call.
It was always like this, with Wylla didn't have time to think, and now she had to change to go to such greatest party in not a particular good day. Would be good, though, better than stay awake all night, unable to sleep.
Arya choose a dark and tight jeans, a white tank top silk with lace at the bust, which actually was part of a lingerie/ pajama, your leather jacket, and her usual pair of chuck-taylors. Put a male silver necklace that she had won in a game of poker, although male, the necklace was delicate and it was by far the only accessory she accepted to use.
She picked her keys, cell phone, and wallet and went stealthily through the corridor, hoping that everyone was asleep already, descended the stairs and went straight to the front door. She glanced to the living room and saw that her father had fallen asleep while reading a report of the company, Arya look at him again with sorry eyes and murmured:
"Love you, dad."
With this she walked out the snowy night and climbed on Nymeria, your motorbike, black gleaming, that looked like a bright deadly machine; she had also won in a poker game, a harder match , however, and Arya felt proud for win it. Had become familiar to both the bike to the point of giving it a name. Arya drove the faster that she dared – what for a normal person, seems insane ,after all she need to reach to High Garden in at least thirty minutes and the way was long.
Very short one, yeah i know, but i wrote the first and second chapters as just one and ended up very long, so i divided it. I'll update sooner as i hope .
Reviews would be great, thanks.