Chapter Four.
In just a few words, Arya's whole world almost came crashing down. She already lost a father far too early and she couldn't bare the thought of her losing her younger brothers. She leaned back in her saddle and remembered her memories with Bran and his love of adventure and highs. Who loved horse riding and archery and would never be able to do either ever again. Damn the Lannisters. She would murder each and every one and make them beg for mercy. And give them the same mercy they gave her father.
"Arya." Gendry said, "He's not the same boy you grew up with, he's changed."
"He was tortured by the B*** of Bolton, what did you expect?" She snapped back.
"My lady." a guard interrupted. "Master Greyjoy wishes to speak to you, he claims it is a matter of some urgency."
She gave Gendry a sigh and turned her horse around bolting towards the back, knowing that that's where the infirmary is. In a matter of minutes she reached his wagon. He looked so weak and helpless it pained her to see him in such a state.
"There is something you need to know." Theon said weakly. "Bolton, he got married."
"I don't see how th-"
"To you." Theon finished. Before Arya could interrupt again he continued, "He found some girl and claimed she is the heir to Winterfell. He's after your land."
"I have four brothers and a sister. I am last in line, what does he hope to gain?" Arya asked.
"You do have the strongest claim. As much as you love him, Jon is a b***, don't give me that look, you know I care for him as much as you. The world believes I killed Bran and Rickon. Sansa, she's a ward of the Lanisters and has no claim until she is released. Ronb is too busy being the King in the North to also be Lord of Winterfell."
"There must always be a Stark at Winterfell." They said in unison.
"I have to go, I have to find Beric. I will die before I allow Winterfell to be taken!"
"You are not going anywhere." said Beric. "Word has been sent to your brother. He is to meet us is three days with your ransom in the Neck and you will go to the Twins together for your uncle's wedding."
"Ransom? You're going to ransom me?" Arya stuttered.
Beric sighed "I hoped to keep is a secret. Knowing your tendency to over-react I deemed it best."
All of a sudden Arya couldn't contain herself. She burst out laughing. She laughed until she fell off her horse and tears started rolling down her cheeks.
"My brother will not pay a ransom for me." Arya shouted in her demented state.
Beric gave her a questioning glance. "You are the Princess in the North, don't underestimate yourself on petty accounts of the past."
"It would serve him no purpose from a political standpoint." Arya spoke, her words heavy. She spoke with the wisdom a girl her age shouldn't know. Her knowledge came from a mixture of adapting to a life in a holding to one at court, from living on the streets and surviving with nothing but her wit. "He would be a fool to do so, my brother is many things but he is no fool."
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Jon~
Jon paced back and forth in his room. He had just received a puzzling raven from his brother, whom was now "King in the North". His sister, his sweet precious sister, had been found - but she was being held ransom by a bunch of highway men calling themselves knights. Curse his oaths, his little Arya was more important than his post. He wouldn't allow her to be with those ruffians for a moment longer.
He heard a knock on the door "Jon, it's me, Sam."
"GO AWAY, now is not a good time." he shouted back while throwing a book across the room in frustration.
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Tywin~
The little she-wolf had escaped through his claws. Was he going senile? He told himself no, and after but a moment of thought, knew it was his daughter's fault. He'd been informed that the Stark girl was at King's Landing, when in fact she'd been her cup-bearer. He knew how to crush the Northern rebellion now - a single child.
From what Varys had told him, he knew how the North felt about their princess, and how it would crush their souls more than the death of their so-called King. There was only one King in Westeros, even if it was his inbreed excuse for a nephew.
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What is Jon going to do?
What is Tywin planning?
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PS: This chapter is dedicated to annabethfan15 because if she didn't write that review in french I wouldn't have updated for another week.
Written by kitsykatsy & Beta'd by Spinning Furret.