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Arya strolled casually through the gardens. She noticed all of the small children running around, Varys' birds. Then there were workers tending to the plants, Cersei's informants. Lastly, every now and then she would spot someone watching her while pretending to do something else, Petyr's watchers. She kept walking, taking note of who's eyes lingered too long.
It was here that she found her father speaking with Petyr Baelish. Lord Eddard did not seem tense, but he looked out of his element. Petyr looked mighty pleased with himself about something. Arya walked over to them, catching a bit of their conversation. "Give Cat my regards. I pray the Gods continue to favor her." He turned away, not even giving Arya a second glance. He wasn't prepared to tackle that problem yet.
Arya watched the man carefully as he retreated. "You're right about him." Ned looked down at his youngest as he spoke. "I don't trust him, even if Cat would vouch for him." He turned, heading for the tower of the hand. "What have you been up to today?"
"Mostly sparring with Syrio. Chasing a few cats to stay in practice. Syrio says he hasn't had a good challenge in years." Arya knew she still had a ways to go, but the compliment was still nice. "Have you started looking into Jon Arryn's death?"
Ned found himself huffing in frustration. "Did you hear about the book as well?" He shook his head in disbelief. Apparently you couldn't do anything without everyone knowing about it. It confused him when Arya shook her head. "Something you knew before?"
"No, the Three-Eyed Raven told me." Arya had decided that it would be easier to refer to her 'Bran' as the Three-Eyed Raven, since that was what he called himself. It was easier to not confuse him with the current 'Bran'. "He said it was the thread that unraveled everything."
"Then maybe I should leave it be." Ned wasn't sure what he was suppose to do. His gut told him he was onto something, and his honor dictated that he finish what he started. Then there was Arya, who had already told him he was going to die in King's Landing. For his family's sake, he would not let that happen. He could not protect them if he was dead.
Arya hummed as she thought. The book would prove that Joffrey, Marcella, and Tommen were Jaime's kids, not Robert's. But if they told Robert that, then the Lannisters would all die, and there were a few Lannisters Arya didn't want to see die. "For now, it's safe. As long as the wrong people don't know about it, nothing will change. Did Little Finger tell you anything else?" Arya turned the subject away from the Lannisters for now, the problem was stable.
"Told me about Sir Hugh, Jon Arryn's former squire." Ned pushed open the door to the tower and let his daughter in first. "I was going to speak with him. Would you like to come along?"
Arya frowned thinking back on who Sir hugh was, there wasn't much to remember. "It would be best to send someone else. Maybe Jory." She could see confusion on her father's face. "Everyone here has spies watching everyone. They will pay even more attention to you or me, because we are Starks. With someone like Jory, they will take note of him, but won't dig too deeply."
"Alright." Ned had to agree with Arya. If they were being watched then it would be best to send someone of lesser importance. "I'll send Jory out to do that. When he gets back, I am heading to the Street of Steel."
"I am going with you on that one, but we won't be going out the gate." Arya smiled as her father raised an eyebrow. "I told you, people are watching us. If we leave out the front gate, we will have even more reason for people to watch us. I have a back door we can use."
"Alright." Ned wasn't going to argue, but that didn't mean he wouldn't question. "And how did you come by this 'back door'?"
"While chasing cats." She didn't elaborate anymore. She was pretty sure there was at least one spy in the tower with them.
Ned accepted the short answer. "We'll talk more when we head out." He walked through the lower floor of the tower, looking for Jory among the rest of the men he had brought with him.
Arya climbed the stairs of the tower. She didn't find Sansa or Septam Mordane sitting at the table like she had expected. She walked around till she found Sansa moping in her room. She had never noticed how upset her sister had been during their stay here.
"What do you want?" Sansa asked her sister without looking at her.
Arya paused wondering what she could say. "I was wondering if you would help me with my hair."
Sansa's head snapped up, staring at her sister in shock. "You never let me do your hair."
"Well, I need your help. It's hard to do it on my own." Arya had been sticking with her hair all down or completely braided back, but she would need something different as a disguise. "So, will you help?"
"Of course." Sansa got up from her bed and hurriedly pulled Arya inside. She sat her on a chair in front of a mirror. "First let's take this mess out and brush it till it is silky smooth." Sansa did just that, getting a few knots out here and there. "Now, what to do? I have one style I've been dying to try out." Sansa thought quickly, not letting a chance like this slip through her fingers.
"Do whatever you want." Arya encouraged her sister. Sansa began braiding bits of her hair and asking Arya to hold it. "Did you learn this from the girls here?"
"The Queen gave me a few hand maids to help me dress for the southern court." Sansa passed Arya another braid to hold. "They've been helpful with choosing dresses, but I've just been copying their hair from seeing it."
Arya was surprised how well her sister could recreate things. Especially from just seeing the final result. "Well, I'm looking forward to seeing it. Maybe you can also help me pick out a dress to go with this?"
"Really?" Sansa was shocked, Arya hated dresses. "Why are you being so nice to me? You hate dresses and doing you hair all fancy." she wasn't going to complain too much, her sister was actually acting like a normal girl for once, like a little sister.
"You looked upset. I wanted to cheer you up." Arya wondered if that was why she was doing this. Or was it just to help her disguise herself for later. "You're my sister and when winter comes, family is most important."
Sansa thought for a moment before giving her little sister a hug from behind. "Thank you Arya." She went back to finishing Arya's hair. In no time, she was done. "There we go."
Arya looked at the hair curiously. The many braids had been twisted up into two peaks. "I look kind of like a cat." She giggled with Sansa as her sister realized that as well. "I like it a lot."
"Now, let's see what dress you have that is suitable for a cat." The girls laughed arm in arm as they headed for Arya's room.
Arya led her father along the banks towards the port. She had dressed in a more simple dress than Sansa had originally dressed her in. She had also had her father change into something less expensive looking. "Remember, we are not Starks out here."
"Then what are we?" Ned asked. He did not see any point in disguising themselves, but Arya had insisted that it was necessary.
"A stonemason and his daughter." Arya smiled. it had been a good cover story she was familiar with. "Come on. The Street of Steel is this way." Ned followed his daughter through the street.
He was shocked by what he saw in the city. While the city was heavily taxed and not many people could afford food, it was still so lively. It was probably all of the people coming for the tourney. Even with such an influx of people, the city was somehow holding itself together.
When they reached the Street of Steel, Arya led the way to the smith they were looking for. She walked in and waved at the owner. "Is Gendry busy?"
"Should be just about done the piece he is working on." Mott spoke while looking towards the fire where Gendry was working. "This your father?"
"Aye." Ned spoke up. "Fine shop you got here."
"Do what I can with what I got." Mott watched the man. "So, you a stonemason? What do you work with?"
"Marble mostly." Ned knew a bit about stone masonry. All of the statues in the crypt were hand made by one.
"Hard stone to cut I hear." Mott noticed a customer browsing behind the two. "Why don't you wait out in the back? Gendry will be out when he is done."
"Thank you Master Mott." Arya spoke up before leading her father towards the back of the shop. At the back there was a small patch of green. A breeze came through here, bringing fresh air. "It's nice to clear your lungs back here after being inside for too long."
Ned was surprised how friendly the smith was. Usually they had no interest in people not buying their wears. At least, that was what he had thought. "You knew who I was looking for? Have you been here before?" Ned only got a head shake from his daughter. "You've snuck out of the castle before?"
"Only once. I had help that time." Arya relaxed a bit now that there were no birds watching them. "Varys is helping me out. We have the same goals for the most part."
He was not pleased to hear his daughter was spending time with the Master of Whispers. "And what goal is that?" Ned was glad to know he wasn't paranoid in thinking everyone had plans of their own.
Arya sat on a bench and patted the spot beside her for her father. Once he sat down, she spoke again. "Cersei is planning on killing Robert. A hunting accident. When he dies, Joffrey will be king, a Mad-Idiot King."
"We have to warn Robert." Ned couldn't let his friend die.
"Didn't the king tell you he wanted you to run his kingdom while he ate, drank, and whored himself into an early grave?" Arya could see a sadness color her father's face. "We can't always save everyone, because when we do, we lose someone else." Many faces flashed before Arya's eyes, faces of people she had tried to save, but killed instead.
Just within the shadow of the shop, Ned could see a bo working on hammering out a breastplate. "What is so important about Gendry?" The more Ned watched the boy, the more he noticed something familiar about him.
Arya could see her father trying to figure Gendry out. "Gendry is one of Robert's bastards." A light dawned in her father's eyes, he could see it. "And that book you have, describes every Baratheon that has ever been born. One of which was born to a Lannister woman. Black of hair, blue of eye."
"He's the key to proving that Cersei's children aren't Robert's." Ned watched as the boy worked. He was almost an exact copy of Robert when he was younger, thinner but the same. Soon the boy was done his work and joined them outside. "You're strong."
"Just how I was born." Gendry replied. He looked over at Arya with a raised eyebrow. "You cleaned up. Never thought I would see you with your hair done up and in a dress." He smirked as the girl gave him an unamused look.
Arya shook her head. "Apparently I draw less attention." She and Gendry shared a laugh. When her father gave her a questioning look, she filled him in. "The first time I met Gendry, I was dressed as a boy with my hair tied back like other boys. I was getting picked on for being so scrawny. Then Gendry came over and told them not to be picking on girls."
Ned looked over at Gendry, wondering how he could tell. Gendry picked up on the look, his daugther had the same. "It was the hair. Some boys may keep it long, but it was well kept. Only girls take care of long hair." He chuckled before picking up the story. "None of the other boys believed she was a girl. So she took her hair down and the boys were all staring in shock." He stiffened his limbs and shook a bit for dramatic effect.
"Then you had to point out that I was the only one not beat up." Arya laughed again, glad to have her friend back.
Ned watched the two curiously. They were certainly good friends. Ned had never met a boy that Arya got along with so easily. Not to mention how little he cared if she acted like a girl or not. That could just be that he didn't know she was a highborn. "You two became friends afterwords?" He knew the answer, but he wanted to see Arya's reaction.
"Instantly." Arya replied.
"Glad to see you finally took my advice." Gendry responded while poking Arya's hair. "It looks like you have cat ears hidden under there."
Ned cleared his throat, causing the boy to back away from his daughter. "How good is your work?" He asked the boy. He was a bit curious as to how he had gotten to the smith, and what was keeping him here. Gendry went inside and grabbed a helmet. He passed it to him. Ned examined the bull helmet, it was as good, if not better, than anything he had seen the castle forge make. "This is fine work. Ever thought of applying to the castle?"
"Doubt they would take a bastard." Gendry replied taking the helmet back. "Plus I have a debt to pay off to Master Mott."
Ned nodded, it was probably an apprenticeship debt. He got up from the bench and looked up at the sky. "We should get back, your sister is probably waiting for us." Arya simply nodded before following her father to the door. "It was nice to meet you Gendry. I hope we meet again someday."
"Bye Gendry!" Arya called out before heading out of the shop. "Bye Master Mott!" The man simply waved his hand at them.
Once they were far enough away from the shop, they began their trip back to the harbor. "How well did you know the boy before?"
"We were traveling together to the Wall." Arya watched her step as they climbed down to the path. "You had just died, and I wasn't going to be caught by the Lannisters. Yoren found me and planned to have me travel with him up North. Then when we stopped at Winterfell along the way, he would just leave me there."
"But that never happened." Ned knew things never went as planned in this world.
Arya nodded. "Some Lannister men came looking for Gendry. Yoren knew if they found Gendry, they might also find me. We got captured and managed to convince the Lannister men that they had killed 'Gendry'. Then we were taken to Harrenhal and made to work for Tywin Lannister." Arya pushed open the small gate, glad Varys kept the hinges well oiled.
"And how was that?" Ned had never spent a great amount of time with the Lannister Patriarch.
Arya shrugged. "I rather liked him. He thinks strategically and only acts when it is called upon. Not an enemy one wants to have." She stepped into a little space off to the side and began changing back into the dress Sansa had put her in. They had only changed just before leaving the secret passage.
"I will keep that in mind if we ever end up fighting each other." Ned finished changing into his clothes. He and Arya stored them in a hollow in a nearby wall. "You think we will be using this way again?"
"Probably." Arya responded before heading for the end of the tunnel. "Varys said there was a passage that led to the Tower of the Hand." She paused as she heard running feet from one of the corridors. "I guess it's this one."
"You trust him?" Ned watched as his youngest daughter thought of how to answer him.
"Neither of us want Joffrey on that throne. Not unless it's to impale him on the back of it." Arya could only imagine what that would look like. She hadn't witnessed Joffrey's death the first time. This time she wanted to be the one to take his life. "Besides, we both know who the rightful heir is."
Arya sat still as her sister did her hair. "Who do you think is going to win?" Arya asked her sister, wanting to break the silence between them.
"Probably Sir Jaime. Apparently he always wins." Sansa pinned a bit of Arya's hair up before she started working on another bit. "How many knights do you think will be there?" She still found it odd that Arya was letting her do her hair all pretty, but she wasn't going to complain out loud.
"A lot. People have come from all the realms." Arya watched her sister carefully. "Do you wish Joffrey was a knight?"
"Joffrey is my Prince, that is enough." Sansa kept her answer short. "Maybe you will find a knight." The two girls shared a laugh. "I wish you would, but knowing you, you would beat him up." She gave a small tug on a piece of hair before continuing to work. When she pinned the last piece she stepped back and admired her work. "All done."
Arya reached back and touched the braid in the back of her head. "It feels like a flower."
"It's a rose." Sansa took her sister's hand and traced the petals. "See?"
Arya nodded as she pulled her hand back. "Alright. I will let you finish your hair while I go get dressed." She held a hand up when her sister opened her mouth. "Don't worry, it won't be my leathers." She left her sister room and returned to her own.
On her bed was a new outfit she had the Royal seamstress make for her. It still consisted of trousers, but now there was a skirt over them. The back of the skirt went to the ground while the front stopped just above her knees. The top crossed over itself in front of her chest and tied on both sides, one on the inside and one on the outside. The entire outfit was a grayish blue with black boots and lining all around.
Arya strapped the valerian knife to her upper leg, hiding it under her skirt. Needle she kept on her hip. Once she was armed and dressed she returned to her sister's room. Her sister was almost done her own hair. It was similar to the Cat-Ear style she had given Arya, but only partial so she had hair still down past her shoulders.
Sansa caught sight of her sister and turned in her seat. "Where did you get that?"
"I had the seamstress make it for me." Arya gave her sister a spin, showing off the skirt.
Sansa got up and examined the outfit. "It's a skirt and shirt." She spoke mostly to herself. "How easily can you move?"
"I could run in this if I wanted." Arya hadn't tested that yet, but she was sure she could. Sansa nodded, giving the clothing one more look. "Do you want one for yourself?"
Sansa thought on the idea for a moment. "It would be a good outfit for riding." The sound of dogs barking outside drew the attention of the two girls. "Do you think we could go visit Lady and Nymeria?" Sansa missed her direwolf, it had been a while since they had seen the two.
"I'm sure we can find a reason to go outside the city." Arya was missing her wolf. She could only imagine how much Sansa was missing Lady. "Come on, the tourney should be starting soon." She led her sister out of her room and down to where Septa Mordane was waiting for them. "Sorry for keeping you waiting."
Septa Mordane gave Arya a look over. "We should hurry if we wish to get seats." She would accept that the girl at least had a skirt on. She could see the tight fitting trousers, but there was a skirt over them. It was probably the best she could hope for.
As they neared the jousting arena, Arya could see the flags of the various realms. The blue bird of The Vale drew her attention. "I'll be a moment." Arya called back to the Septa as she took off towards the armored knights. She quickly wove through the men util she found one dressed in the colors of The Vale. "Sir Hugh?"
The knight turned and looked at the girl curiously. "And you are?"
"Arya Stark. Could I ask you a question?" Arya did not know what the man knew about Jon Arryn. Maybe he knew her aunt was the one that poisoned him. "Why did you stay here when my Aunt Lysa returned to The Vale?"
She noticed Sir Hugh's eyes shifting around, he knew something. "I don't have time to answer the question of a child." He turned to mount his horse.
"You were the one that gave him the tears. Weren't you?" Arya smiled as he froze in his place. "You got them from my Aunt, correct?"
The knight quickly turned away from the horse and got close to the girl. "I don't know how you know such things. I know your Lord Father was close with Lord Arryn, but if you speak of this, I will kill you." Arya could see fear in the Knight's eyes.
"The Queen means to kill you. That's why she knighted you and invited you to fight in the tourney." Arya looked past the man, down the jousting lane. "Look who your opponent is." Sir Hugh looked behind him, his face becoming pale. "It's the Mountain. He will kill you. And no one will know what you did, or on who's orders you did them. But no one knows right now. No one but you and me. If you help me, I won't tell. I can help you."
Sir Hugh looked from the girl, to the Moutain, then to his horse. He reached into the small bag on his person. He held out a small bottle. "This held the poison Lady Arryn gave me. It has the Arryn sigil on the bottom, showing it came from the Maester there." He stood tall and looked towards the Mountain. "Now I must atone for murdering my Lord."
"You're going to let him kill you?" Arya frowned. Sir Hugh merely nodded before mounting his horse. "I wish you a good death, Sir Hugh. I hope you find the salvation you seek." She walked away from the knight, tucking the bottle into a pocket in her skirt. She could not stop him, not if he wished to die.
When she joined Sansa and Mordane in the stand, she wasn't surprised to see Petyr Baelish already sitting beside her sister. "Hello again Lady Arya." Petyr took note of the sword on the girl's person. "A sword in hand, not exactly an accessory for a Lady."
"My Sister is the Lady in our family. I am just a Sword, Lord Baelish." Arya sat herself down between Petyr and Sansa. "Have I missed anything?"
"Not much." Petyr answered. "Seems there was a bit of a delay. Sir Hugh of The Vale took a bit of time to speak with a fan of his, but it seems we are ready to start." As Petyr spoke, Sir Hugh rode out on his horse, meeting the Mountain in front of the King. They both bowed before riding off to their sides to pick up their jousting sticks.
Arya watched as the joust progressed. Neither touched each other on the first pass. But on the second pass there was a hit. Arya watched as the Mountain struck Sir Hugh near the neck of his armor. The jousting stick splintered and a large sliver stabbed into his neck. Sir Hugh hit the ground, chocking on his own blood until he died. Arya did not blink, she had not stopped him from dying.
As they cleared the body away, she could hear Septa Mordane. "How horrible."
"A normal occurrence." Petyr assured the woman. "When you give a man a sharp stick and a horse, there are only two possible outcomes. He gets off the horse and puts the stick down, or someone dies."
Arya and Sansa watched as the men around them shifted uncomfortably. The story was that they were waiting for Lord Tyrion to return from the Wall. But really they were waited to get a chance to sneak off and see their direwolves.
"My brother won't be used to such a crowd to greet him." Jaime commented from his horse. "Wouldn't you be more comfortable waiting in the carriage?"
"It's a bit stuffy inside." Sansa offered as an excuse to the knight. "And I want to stretch my legs." Sansa spoke up before walking past the knight. A few of the men made to dismount. "I don't need an escort, I have my sister."
Arya followed after Sansa, not at all surprised when Jaime still dismounted. "While I do not doubt that your sister can protect you both, you are still under my protection. You are Joffrey's betrothed, thus the next Queen."
"If you wish to join us Sir Jaime, I'm sure Lady Sansa would not refuse." Arya looked over to her sister, letting her know it would be alright. She and her sister walked off into the nearby forest, Sir Jaime being the only other person with them. Once they were out of sight of the others, Arya looked around the dense underbrush. "Nymeria, come."
There was a bit of rustling before the direwolf came out of the bushes. A paler wolf following after her. Lady perked up when she saw Sansa, rushing to her side with a small whine.
"My sweet Lady." Sansa hugged Lady happily, kissing her face. "I've missed you."
"It seems she has also missed you." Jaime watched as the two girls greeted their direwolves. The wolves were a bit bigger than he had remembered them being. "I thought you had sent them away? Isn't that what you told the King and Queen?" He wondered how his sister would react knowing she had been fooled.
"We did send them away." Arya spoke with a slight smirk on her face. "They did not travel with us and they aren't staying with us in the city. And I never said we sent them back to Winterfell."
Jaime nodded before looking over at Sansa. "You just said they were gone." He chuckled as he looked between the two girls. "Smart. Now, what is stopping me from telling them about this little deception?"
"What's stopping me from telling the king about your deception?" Arya countered with a smirk. She looked over and saw her sister wasn't paying them any mind. She turned to Nymeria. "Nymeria, Privacy." Her wolf got up from her spot and over to her sister. She nudge Lady before walking off a bit. Lady soon followed, bringing Sansa with them. She gave her sister a reassuring smile as she looked over to see if something was wrong.
Jaime watched with fascination as the wolf led the other two away. "You have her remarkably well trained."
"You should tell your sister that." Arya turned her attention from where the wolves went, back to Jaime. "After of course you two are done fucking each other's brains out." Jaime looked at her with shock. "Don't be surprised. I know everything. Why Cersei chooses you over Robert. The truth of Joffrey, Marcella and Tommen. What happened to Bran."
"You spoke to that servant girl." Jaime watched the little girl carefully, a hand on his sword. He had asked every servant in Winterfell about the girl that had caught them, but had been told no such girl worked among them. It seemed she was a spy of some kind. "Why tell me this? You said it yourself that you wouldn't stand a chance against me."
"I'm not the one against a direwolf." Arya rested a hand on her sword as Nymeria let out a growl behind Jaime. The knight spun around in surprise before trying to split his attention between the girl and the wolf. "I'm not looking to make an enemy today, Sir Jaime. I'm not planning on telling the King anything until Marcella and Tommen are far away from him."
"Why just those two?" Jaime knew he would not get out of this fight unharmed if the girl chose to attack. One of the two would die, but so would he.
"Because neither of them have hurt my family." Arya snapped her fingers, causing Nymeria to retreat back into the bush. "Cersei once told my father, 'when you play the game of thrones, you win or you die.' I don't plan on winning, but I will not allow my family to die." The two continued to stare at each other until a snapped branch had them both drawing their blades.
Tyrion froze as his brother aimed his sword at him and the youngest Stark girl aimed her sword at him as well. He could also hear a panting sound in his ear. He looked behind him to see a direwolf looking down at him. "She's gotten bigger. At least she knows I'm friendly." Tyrion commented as he gave the wolf a scratch under her chin.
"You're back." Jaime commented as he put his blade away.
"Indeed. And when I heard my brother and both Stark girls had insisted on meeting me I was shocked." Tyrion looked behind him as Sansa and her direwolf followed along the woodland path. "Now I understand why. Did our dear sister have trouble with these lovely wolves? Shocking considering she is one."
"She's a lioness." Arya corrected Tyrion.
"My apologizes." Tyrion placed a hand on his heart as he apologized. He pulled a pair of notes out of his breast pocket. "Your mother sent these to you." He held them out to the girls. "Your brothers also say hello, even Jon at the Wall."
"Thank you for bringing these Lord Tyrion." Sansa thanked the dwarf before she unrolled the letter, looking forward to news from home.
"Thank you for what you did for Bran." Arya smiled as she tucked the letter into her pocket. She would read it in her room.
Tyrion frowned as he looked at the Stark girl. "Did Lady Stark send a raven to Lord Stark? I did not think you would know about that."
"Know about what?" Sansa asked, not knowing what was going on.
"Lord Tyrion designed a saddle for Bran so he could ride again." Arya explained to her sister. "Even though everyone says we are at each other's throats, we seem to keep helping one another."
"So it would seem." Tyrion agreed with the girl. "We should get going. My backside is sore and I am in need of wine."
"Sit in the carriage with Sansa. I'll take your horse." Arya offered before heading back towards the party they were with. She stopped as she came up to Nymeria. "We'll be back another day." She gave the wolf a kiss on her head. "Nymeria, camp."
Sansa bid her wolf goodbye as the two ventured back out into the forest. "My Lady." She gave Tyrion a small smile as he allowed her to go first. "If you are not comfortable, I will continue on horse."
"It's alright." Sansa didn't feel unsafe with the little man. "It's the least I could do for the kindness you have shown my brother."
"That is very kind of you My Lady." Tyrion was rather surprised, he had thought the older Stark girl would be less accepting of her little sister's request. His older sister certainly rejected any of his ideas. "I hope peace continues between our two houses."
"Don't we all." Jaime commented as he watched the younger of the two Starks. He was sure he was going to get bitten one of these days, and it might not be from a direwolf.
We don't know for certain from the TV series what Sir Hugh knew, only that he was definitely set up to be murdered. So I just made something up. This is a fanfiction, I'm allowed to make stuff up to serve as a plot device.
And more major plot changes from the original. Since Catelyn doesn't stop the assassin(Arya killed him this time) she doesn't have reason to travel to King's Landing. Thus she doesn't run into Tyrion on the road. Thus he doesn't get arrested. So the story is going to have a major shift from here on out.
And do any of you remember what Arya did as they traveled south? Because that is going to be coming back up real soon.