Realisation
Eddard Stark looked after Arya as she marched off away from him. He sighed, she's always been difficult, always broke the rules, and did her own thing; spent more time trailing after her brothers, trying to do what they did than staying with her sister and learning to be a lady.
Eddard was no fool; he knew how much Arya hated learning how to be a lady. He barely recognised her in a dress, with her hair tied up and her face washed, he laughed.
Lord Stark stood and strode through the long stone corridors of Winterfell to the Great Hall, where he knew his wife would be.
"Cat, we need to talk." He said as soon as he saw Catelyn talking to one of the servant girls. She turned to look at him then dismissed the girl. "It's about Arya. I think we've made a mistake."
"What are you talking about?" She asked sternly.
Ned hesitated, thinking how best to phrase his thoughts. "You know that she'll never be a lady, no matter how much we force her to sit in her lessons she won't be what we want her to be and we shouldn't force her to be."
Catelyn shook her head. "Ned, we can't let her do what she wants, the world doesn't work like that. What kind of future do you think she'll have if we send her off to Bravos with some stranger that happens to wander in from the woods?"
"And what future do you think she will have if we force her to stay? You think she will make a good marriage when she will do everything she can to sabotage it?"
Catelyn opened her mouth to speak, closed it, opened it again, and finally closed it once more. "I have been dreading this day since she was a girl" Catelyn breathed.
"So have I."
Cat sighed. "Alright! If we let her go to Bravos, she'll be over there a month or two and will learn that it isn't any better than her embroidery lessons and she'll come home." Cat sounded hopeful but the look on her face betrayed her words.
Eddard nodded dubiously.
