Arya immediately felt the stares on her as soon as she arrived at the feast. Her blue Braavosi-styled dress stuck up like a sore thumb which showed most of her flattering figure and complimented her pale skin.

A dress made of Myrish and Qartheen cloths that left nothing to the imagination.

After she stepped inside the room, Arya instantly went straight for a servant girl carrying a pitcher of Dornish red and asked for a cup. Thereafter, she slinked through the crowd and found a corner where she could watch the feast with an unobstructed view.

However, it didn't take long for someone to come seeking her out.

They must have seen her entering the feast late.

She could make out the tall man with silver hair making his way towards her. His steps confident and purposeful while his eyes met Arya's across the distance.

Prince Rhaegar Targaryen looked handsome in his red doublet and black trousers while he walked towards her.

Arya merely waited for him to arrive while she sipped her wine.

Glancing around the room, she discovered that some people had notice the Prince making his way towards her and was starting to whisper amongst themselves.

Oh joy, gossipmongers. She thought wryly.

"Are you enjoying the feast Lady Sansa?" came the Prince's voice as he neared.

"It's Ser Sansa, your grace." She corrected him, "And yes I am enjoying the feast. As you can see I've taken a liking to your Dornish red."

"That's good to hear," the Prince said while he halted in front of her. "I myself prefer Dornish red than Arbor gold."

"That's surprising," was her comment as she gazed at the Prince. "I thought you more of an Arbor gold man than the Dornish red."

"Yes, well…I don't like Dornish red when I first tried it, but I start to like it more when I get to know it better. It's an acquired taste, Ser Sansa," came the Prince's reply.

"I agree. It is, indeed, an acquired taste." Arya responded, sipping her Dornish red and allowing the spicy wine to go down her throat.

"How's your head injury?" the Prince suddenly inquired.

"It's fine," came her reply. "Better than before. I don't feel any pain now that the Maester gave me a medicine for it."

"I'm relieve to hear that." The Prince said, "And here I thought you wouldn't come to the feast because of your injury."

"Were you waiting for me then, your grace?" Arya asked curiously. She watched when the Prince flushed pink at her question.

"Yes, I was indeed." Prince Rhaegar admitted, straightening up his spine. "I was waiting for you to arrive so that I may speak to you."

"Is that all?" She asked him, "You only want to speak to me?"

"No," Prince Rhaegar said as he extended his hand towards her. "I want a dance with you as well, if you will allow me."

"And here I thought you only wanted to talk about wines with me, your grace." She told him in amusement while she accepted his hand and placed her finished wine on top of the platter that a serving maid was carrying.

Then, they began to walk towards the dance floor. The crowd parting for them as they passed.

"As much as I want to talk about your taste for wine, I would rather enjoy dancing with you, Ser Sansa." Prince Rhaegar said, placing a hand on her waist while he held her other hand.

"As do I, my prince." Arya replied while she placed a hand on the Prince's shoulder.

"Were you taught the Westerosi dance in Braavos, Ser Sansa?" Prince Rhaegar asked as they began to dance.

"Yes, I was." She said. "My mother was adamant that I learned them when I was a child."

At the thought of her dead mother, she became morose.

"Well, that's good then, for you dance wonderfully." The Prince remarked.

"Thank you," She said, smiling while they whirled around the dance floor. "You're a great dancer too, your grace."

The Prince let out a chuckle at her comment and said, "I hope so. I don't want to disappoint you after I offered you a dance. And it's unbecoming for a Prince if I stepped on my dance partner's toes."

"Don't worry, your grace. Even if you step on my toes, I'll still tell you that you are a great dancer." She said in jest, winking at him.

Prince Rhaegar laughed once more and Arya suddenly felt giddy after listening to him laugh abundantly.

So for two minutes, Arya allowed herself to enjoy the Prince's company. They continued to talk and dance and simply marvel at each other's presence while the people looked on.

However, she knew it wouldn't last long for a voice suddenly interrupted them.

"May I cut in, your grace?"

Both Prince Rhaegar and Arya turned to see Ser Jaime Lannister standing there on the dance floor.

Prince Rhaegar simply smiled at the knight and nodded his head.

"But of course, Ser Jaime. You may." The Prince said, stepping back from Arya.

"Thank you for the dance, your grace." She told the Prince.

"It won't be the last one you'll have with me, Ser Sansa." Prince Rhaegar informed her as he reached out and took her hand. He gave her hand a kiss before he let it go.

Arya blushed at the action.

"I intend to dance with you for as long as propriety allows." The Prince informed her.

"Alright," She nodded her head in agreement.

"I'll speak to you later then, Ser Sansa." The Prince bowed to her and then nodded his head to Ser Jaime before he walked back to his table.

Arya then turned her attention to the blonde man standing beside her.

"Ser Sansa," Ser Jaime Lannister said as he reached out for her.

"Ser Jaime," Arya acknowledged him, allowing the man to place his hand on her waist and hold her.

"How's your night been?" the blonde-man asked as they started to dance.

"It's been…interesting." She answered coolly while she recalled what happened to Cersei Lannister. His sister. "And yours?"

"Same as yours. It's becoming interesting..." Ser Jaime replied. "Now that I have the honor to be dancing with the Lady Knight who brought down the Mountain that Rides."

"Is that the only reason you wanted to dance with me?" She asked, her eyes narrowing at the blonde man, "To be seen with the Lady Knight who brought down the Mountain that Rides?"

"Of course not!" Ser Jaime said defensively, "I want to dance with you because you are an interesting woman. But more than that, I want to speak to you."

"I see…" She muttered, meeting Ser Jaime's green eyes and only sensing his sincerity in his gaze. "I believe you."

"Good," Ser Jaime said, sounding relieved. "I apologize for my statement earlier. I didn't mean to appear so…so pretentious to you."

"Apology accepted," She said, shrugging her shoulders.

"Thank you, Ser Sansa, for understanding." The blonde man said to her.

There was a tensed pause as the two continued to dance.

"So how's your head injury?" Ser Jaime inquired, changing the subject.

"It's fine." She replied in a curt tone.

"Did the Maester give you something for the pain?"

"Yes, he did." She told him, "If he hadn't given me something, I wouldn't be here dancing at all. I would have stayed in my tent and slept all night long."

"I'm glad that he gave you something then," Ser Jaime remarked.

"Thank you for sending him to me after I left the healing tent," She said to him, "From what I understood, it was you who told the Maester that I might needed something for my pain."

"With a head injury like yours, of course you needed a pain medication. So I thought to allow Maester Walden to give you something for the pain." Ser Jaime explained.

"Yes, I did need the pain medication. So thank you once again for allowing the Maester to come to me," Arya said.

"You are very welcome, Ser Sansa," was Ser Jaime's response, flashing Arya a charming smile.

Once more, they weren't given another opportunity to converse further when another voice said.

"May I cut in?"

Both stopped dancing at once while their heads turned to the side and they saw Ser Arthur Dayne standing there with an expectant look on his face.

"Ser Arthur," Ser Jaime said in a serious tone while Arya greeted the Sword of the Morning with far more enthusiasm than she had previously shown to her other dance partners, "Ser Arthur!"

In all honesty, Arya would rather dance with anyone at the moment rather than dance with Ser Jaime Lannister. She couldn't properly talk to the blonde man without remembering what she did to his sister not too long ago. However, now that Ser Arthur had arrived, Arya would rather dance with the Sword of the Morning than the future Kingslayer.

"Of course, you may cut in!" She told the white knight, who appeared bemused at her excitement.

Ser Arthur Dayne glanced at Ser Jaime Lannister, who simply nodded his head in acknowledgement.

"You may cut in and dance with the Lady Knight, Ser Arthur," Ser Jaime said.

"Thank you, Ser Jaime." Ser Arthur told the blonde man.

"Ser Sansa, I will speak with you later." Ser Jaime told Arya, "Perhaps I shall dance with you once more after the Prince."

Arya inwardly grimaced and said to him, "Of course."

"I'll see you later then, Ser Sansa." The blonde man bowed before leaving the dance floor.

"You seem to be in such a hurry to dismiss Ser Jaime, Ser Sansa," came Ser Arthur's remark as he pulled her closer for a dance.

"Was I too obvious?" asked Arya while she allowed herself to be held for the third time that night.

"Yes, you were," was Ser Arthur's reply.

"Well, I don't mean too." She said to the white knight.

"It no longer matters. I'm sure Ser Jaime didn't take offense." Ser Arthur assured her.

"I hope so," was Arya's only answer.

There was a short pause as they dance to the next music.

"How are you liking the Tourney so far?" the dark-haired man inquired.

"Other than the spectacle that I made earlier today, I believe the Tourney appears to be pretty tame to me." She remarked dryly.

"Why do you say that?" Ser Arthur asked curiously.

"Well, if you could only see how the Braavosi duelers go to great lengths in defending the honor of their woman every night at the Moon Pool, you will understand what I mean." She told him.

"I never heard about that, although I've heard that the Braavosi water dancers frequently duel to display their skill." The Sword of the Morning reported.

"It's true," She agreed. "They duel in the Moon Pool near the Sealord Palace to prove their worth."

"I see…" Ser Arthur muttered before he asked her, "May I know if you are a water dancer, Ser Sansa?"

"As a matter of fact, I am." She admitted, "I'm a water dancer first, and a knight, only second."

"That's probably why you fight and dance so well," Ser Arthur said appreciatively as they whirled around amongst the dancers.

Arya let out a laugh at the knight's words.

"Yes, indeed." She replied, looking up and meeting the man's dark violet eyes. "And you are a great dancer yourself, Ser Arthur."

"Thank you," the knight replied, grinning widely down at her. "You know…the Prince warned me not to step on your toes when I dance with you. He said you'll skewer me with your valyrian steel sword if I do."

"Did he now?" Arya asked, chuckling.

And with her eyes twinkling with mischief, she leaned closer to him and whispered in his ear, "What the Prince said is mostly true. If you stepped on my toes, I would do more than skewer you with my valyrian steel sword, Ser Arthur. So you better watch your steps."

After having said that, Arya leaned back and discovered that the knight before her was flushed scarlet, perhaps from their closeness.

Then, there was suddenly a prickling sensation at the back of her neck, like someone – or several people - were looking at her.

Arya looked up and around her surroundings. She immediately noticed that some of the courtiers were glancing in their direction and whispering amongst themselves.

"Don't mind them," Ser Arthur said after noticing her glance. "They are mostly curious about you and that's why they are looking at you like that."

"I don't think so," She muttered.

That was the moment when the orchestral music changed and they immediately stopped dancing.

"Here comes the Prince," Ser Arthur suddenly said out loud.

Arya turned around and saw the Prince making his way towards them.

As soon as Prince Rhaegar arrived, the Sword of the Morning let her go.

"Thank you, Ser Sansa, for the dance," Ser Arthur said, bowing deeply to her. "I'll have another one if you will allow…perhaps after Ser Jaime Lannister?"

"Yes, of course." Arya told him. "I'll dance with you again."

"Alright, I'll see you soon then." Ser Arthur replied, flashing her a wide grin that made Arya's heart flutter for a moment.

Then, the Sword of the Morning was gone and Arya was left facing the Dragon Prince once more.

"May I have this dance, Ser Sansa?" Prince Rhaegar said, extending his hand towards her.

Without hesitation, she took his hand and said, "Yes, you may."

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So for the rest of the night, Arya Stark dance and talk with all three men, and some other noble lordlings that flock towards her. She talked and danced and celebrated the death of both Cersei Lannister and Gregor Clegane that night.

However, in the next morning, Arya knew that she had another person to kill in the Tourney.

As to who is was, Arya could only guess.