Arya Stark was not a jealous girl. She didn't care about that stupid bull's head boy. She didn't care that he was looking into the servant's neckline as if he had never seen big teats. She wasn't drinking her third cup of wine because that sight made her stomach lurch and the only thing that could relieve her pain was the wine. Of course not.

She pricked her meal as if it was the most disgusting food in the Seven Kingdom and let her gaze run through all the table up to her brothers. Rickon was laughing like the child he was and Bran was smiling. A smile that reminded her Robb and her father.

Once again her eyes were searching for the furthest tables, searching for that black haired boy. He wasn't a boy anymore. He was about twenty now, a man grown. A man with men's needs. His needs weren't Arya's business, though. So why her stomach ache was gone as soon as the servant was vanished?

She shook her head and drank all the wine in a single sip.

Arya could feel her head so light, her arms so heavy and an odd tingling in her legs. From her mouth a deep sigh escaped and a dizzy sensation made her mind fly away.

She looked up to catch all the hall in a gaze and that attractive girl was back with a beautiful smile and her huge teats. She jumped up, her chair scratching the floor and drawing the attention of her table to her figure.

"I'm going to bed." she murmured almost tripping on the hem of her gown.

Arya lay on the cold grass of a courtyard, her head spinning and her chest hurting; she knew she had to get up, but the stars were shining and the full moon was as beautiful as ever. She sighed again. She wanted to cry, to laugh, to jump, to run, to roll, but the only thing she was able to do was sigh at the moon.

"You shouldn't be here alone." a voice, his voice, made her face blush.

"I'm not alone. I've the moon by my side."

Gendry raised a brow as he was laying beside her. She was really drunk, then.

"Lady Arya Stark completely drunk. Tomorrow everybody will talk about this."

"And what are you doing here?"

"I'm a knight and I've to protect ladies in mistress." he smirked in that annoyed way that Arya knew well.

"I'm not in danger. And I'm not a lady."

"But you're drunk."

"And you're stupid."

"You're still drunk. At least now you're not alone."

Arya took a deep breath and stared at the moon.

"Don't watch it ever again." she said in a firm voice.

"What?"

"Don't watch other women's neckline anymore."

"I'm not watching-"

"Don't watch other women's neckline anymore or my stomach ache won't stop."

"As m'lady commands."

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Hi! English is not my native tongue, so maybe I need a Beta Reader... btw, I really hope it's good.