Arya was the bravest woman I ever knew, and the fact that she was my half-sister didn't stop me from falling in love with her. She was the sweetest and prettiest girl I've ever seen, I love her perfect lips, her brown hair and her tiny body. She was more than perfect for me. I wish that somehow we weren't related so I could spend the rest of my life by her side, share sheets with her and give her sweet babies who would turn out to be good soldier as their parents.
But now I'm standing here at The Wall, looking at this world of ice. I can't hug her anymore, I don't know if she is okay, if she stills that lovely girl who once was my sister. I'm just the bastard of Ned Stark here. I don't have anyone that admires me as she does. I need her to warm my soul who is covered with ice. She is like summer in a long winter.