I know know. No I'm not abandoning this story but I've been busy being a double major, playing a sport for college and having job.

But good news is I'm gonna try to update more often.

I'm amazed if you're still faithful and reading this story. That's serious fucking commitment you got going on. Good on you.

Here's the next chapter

Robert for once in his life since almost wiping out the whole entire family of the Targaryens was once more about to do something in life that didn't involve whores and drinking. And that one successful thing he was able to do was bully and pressure Ned into being Hand of the King and also not asking but saying that Sansa and Joffrey were to be married off so they could finally have the families be joined to together.

Poor Ned.

He has to leave his grieving wife who wouldn't leave Bran's side, Bran couldn't walk and he didn't even know if was going to end up living. Little Rickon didn't understand what was happening, he left in the dark sad, confused and alone. Robb had to deal with being Rickon's mother and father and brother to play with, take care of his mother who barely ate or slept or did anything really. He had to run the castle and the whole North but luckily he had help but not completely enough to help him.

At least Sansa was happy with Joffrey which didn't ease Ned in the slightest.

And Arya, oh she was furious with everyone expect Jon for making he go to King's Landing so she could learn how to be a proper lady. She avoided Old Nan like she was some sickness and she could hardly be found. But he wasn't worried about that at all. For when she came back she always talked about being with Jon and Damon Lannister while they ate at night. She wasn't talking to anyone in particular when the Starks all sat together to eat. To be honest Ned thought she was mainly talking to herself out loud just trying to relive what happened that day and the fact that she didn't have to wear a dress instead she got to wear birches and be dirty. Old Nan would yell at her that was wasn't behaving like a young lady and that she shouldn't be alone with men without a chaperone.

"I'm not a baby! I don't need to be followed!" Yelled Arya that night during dinner.

"You shouldn't be left around with those men!" Argued Old Nan.

"What do you mean? If you need assurance I'm with Jon! He's always watched over me! Nothing is going to happen! Besides all I do is watch Damon and Jon spar with one another and tease Jon for his hair."

"He makes fun of Jon's hair?" intervened Ned

Giggling and nodding her tiny little head rapidly made Ned smile to see that she was at least smiling since Bran's fall. "Yes he calls Jon his fair maiden, who doesn't have patience and doesn't know how to knock. Jon gets really red whenever he brings this up. "

"You should stay away from that Lannister. He's nothing but trouble." Tsked Old Nan.

"Why do you say he's trouble?"

"The maids in Winterfell talk and told me about what sacrilegious things he gets up to with other women."

"Was he making fun of the maidens her as well? Did he call them his fair maiden! Like how he does with Jon?" Arya asked breathlessly wanting some entertainment out of dinner with the stiff Old Nan and her booooring sister.

"No you daft girl! What I'm trying to say that those girls that t-that Lannister! Entertains, return no more fair maiden by the time he's gotten his greedy hands on them!" ranted Old Nan.

"That's barbaric! To take a lady to your bed before marriage! To lay with another who isn't even your wife!" gasped Sansa who looked like she was about to faint from hearing of such a scandal.

"I don't think you could hardly count those ladies as ladies." Ned Snorted at hearing at what Ayra said. "If that was what they were up to. And you two make it sound like he's forcing himself on them, and if that was the case we would of heard of such rumors." Claimed Ayra who rolled her eyes and tried to shove as much food in her mouth so she could get away from the two of them as soon as possible.

"That's besides the point. He doesn't act like how a proper gentleman is suppose to act. And most certainly is proper when it comes to ladies!" said Old Nan as she continued to fume.

"I don't care! And it doesn't matter for me anyway! If he is so improper with ladies, then I'll be perfectly fine then! Since I'm no lady!" growled Ayra.

"She's right. There is nothing to worry about leaving Ayra alone with him. Especially if she isn't a lady." Sansa agreed with Arya who for once nodded along with what her sister was saying. "How could he see her as lady when all he could she her as Arya Horseface!" Giggled Sansa.

Ayra clenched her fists and held her tears at bay. Pushing her chair back till it screeched caused everything to fall dead silent now that everyone at the table seeing her realized how affected she was by Sansa's words.

Realizing how much Sansa hurt her with her words made her reach out towards her sister in order to apologize. Before anything of the sort could happen Sansa bolted from the table and ran out before anyone could use their voice to call her back to the table.

Damon was walking around all the tents that were set up with a wine skin in that kept him company as well as the fur of the lion he killed as a young boy was tucked around his shoulders. Damon was walking leisurely and humming the song Her Little Flower a song that was bawdy and had Damon many times stop humming because the lyrics had his mind filled with dirty thoughts that couldn't help Damon swallow his chuckle and he couldn't help but allow the twinkle and mischief that was within eyes replace the usual cold and calculating look he inherited from his father.

He was alone tonight since he thought it would be a fun idea to make Jon wash his mountain lions, along with his direwolf. He personally thought was hilarious knowing that Jon had to wash Jasper who they recently discovered had enjoyed humping Jon's leg. And continuously giving him licks that never ceased to end.

Damon couldn't help it but he did let out a snort. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't get Jasper to listen and not hump Jon's leg. And when he finally did get the beast to stop and would tell him bad he couldn't help but laugh. And Jasper's dirty deeds helped give him ammunition tease Jon that even the mountain lion thought he was a girl with that long beautiful hair of his.

As he was nearing closer and closer to his tent he heard sniffling and someone trying to hold in choke sobs that sounded like whoever trying not to release out in the open also wanted so badly to release.

Not knowing what made up Damon's mind to go and investigate because he would always avoid situations the involved crying. Getting nearer to the source of crying the mystery person was finally revealed to be little Ayra. Whose eyes and cheeks were red as strawberries but had tears streaming down from her gray eyes that were holding a storm at bay.

She sat on the ground with her back leaning get tree that had many branches making it nearly impossible to her since she was so well covered. Damon squatted down to her eye level so he could reach over and wipe away the tears from her face.

"What's wrong little warrior?" whispered Damon.

"N-Nothing is wrong. I I'm fine." croaked Ayra.

"You don't seem fine. In fact you look shit crying and everything."

Ayra didn't respond in fact Damon's reply only made Ayra cry harder.

"No! No! NO! Don't cry because if you cry I'll cry. And I'm an ugly crier. Makes people cringe in fact my crying face could probably keep a White Walker away."

Ayra couldn't help but laugh at Damon trying to cheer her up.

"I'm not joking Ayra this is a very situation. If you don't stop crying then I'm crying and if you see me cry you'll be scarred for life and you won't ever be the same. I tell you you'll have nightmares for the rest of your life. So stop crying and wipe away those tears of yours."

Nodding her head to show that she was in agreement with what Damon was saying, she wipe away her tears and took a minute two to calm down. Looking up at him she couldn't help but say a small thanks but look away away in embarrassment for being caught for crying over something she was used to hearing.

Damon seeing that she was looking away couldn't help but frown and gently grab her but the chin so she looking back at him.

"Tell me little warrior why do you cry? Out here all alone? Shouldn't you be with your family? Hmm?" Questioned Damon.

"I don't want to go back right now. I got in fight with Sansa and Old Nan."

"Over what little warrior?" Damon asked calmly and decided to release her chin since she could now look directly in his gaze without the need to be forced to do so.

"You. That I shouldn't be around you and Jon alone."

"Hmm, I can see why Old Nan would want that I'm not the most...chivalrous man you'll come across. But, that can't be the only reason why you crying, I know being told what do makes you anger but I know it wouldn't cause to be brought to tears." Damon pointed out.

"No, that's not all. I said even if you weren't a gentleman it wouldn't matter because I'm no lady. Sansa for once agreed with me because I'm a horseface not a lady. She and her stupid friend Jeyne Poole always call me that and it hurts, that that's all I'm really known as Arya horseface."

"Well I certainly agree with Sansa you are no lady...but you certainly aren't no horseface. No no no, you aren't either of things at all. In fact your a warrior in the making. Let's get up I can't squat anymore my legs are fucking killing me squatting in this position. In fact let's go release Jon from being humped by Jasper. We go practice with that sword of yours. What do you call it?"

"Needle. And I don't think it's a good idea, if we get caught will get in trouble."

Damon deciding he couldn't take anymore squatting finally stood up and lifted ayra up till she was able to put her legs on the ground.

"Nonsense we won't get in trouble, if we get caught only I will get in trouble will say I encouraged you and Jon's my squire he has to do what I say. Come it will be fun, plus if I get caught you can watch Old Nan have a field day ripping me a knew one for not treating you how a lady should be treated. Come little warrior let's go watch Jon being ravished by Jasper. "

Ayra followed Damon along feeling better and couldn't help but feel happy with Damon's words constantly replaying her mind that she wasn't a lady or a horseface, but a warrior.