Not today
He was admiring her from afar. She was mesmerizing: wind on her hair and swift elegant movements. Today her silver eyes were brilliant like the steel he uses for making blades, but never as easy to mold. She was as determinate as the storm coming their way. The drops were starting to wash their path. That was good, they wouldn´t like someone to find out there were here already. He knew she was aware of that, for she turned to catch his eye and smile.
- She is the devil incarnated. - Someone horrified said by his side.
He turned to see her again. How can anyone say Arya is evil? She is his little lady.
- Hey, - Arya hissed, wiping blood off her brow – I´m adorable - she said with a smirk.
Gendry agreed, even if that was a joke to her. She did not consider herself adorable, she just wanted to see the look on the faces around her, the looks when they are finally witnesses of what she is capable of doing with just her Needle.
- You seem content. - Gendry commented, noting her smile.
- Well, when you are friends with the god of death, you are able to go to war with a smile on your face. - Then she turned to the other soldiers and asserted: Death is not coming for us, not today!
A/N: this is inspired in three prompts on pinterest.