Arya

"Why do you insist on refusing this generous offer? Surely you and him just started off wrong and this can all be worked out." Anna just grumbled in response. The entire time they had spent on the king's road Septa Mordane had tried to make Anna reconsider her decision to not marry Prince Joffrey.
Arya just stared with an open mouth at the Septa. "Arya please close your mouth it is still filled with food." Even at times like these she never forgot the chide Arya.
"Dear Septa, my refusal of the queen's offer to ride together with her in her wheelhouse has got nothing to do with my dislike for her son" Liar, Arya thought. "It has more to do with the fact that we are currently passing the part of the Trident where King Robert defeated Rhaegar. I wanted to look go for some rubies together with Arya. Isn't that right?"
Anna turned to Arya with pleading eyes. "Ugh, yes, yes I mean she can go ride that stupid wheelhouse any day, but we are only near the battlefield for the next few days."
Anna mouthed a thank you, while Mordane just scoffed. "Well it would be hopeless in any case, since you both insist on taking you wolves anywhere you go." This only provoked laughs from the two sisters. Once Anna's laugh died she apologized to the septa.
"You really are stuck with us two hopeless cases, while Sansa is gone, so I promise I will try to behave a little. Arya will also try won't you?"
Arya looked up at her sister with her 'do I have to?' look. After Anna gave her a stern look she said: "Well I'll try, but that does no means that I will succeed."
Now it was Mordane's turn to laugh. "For all your declarations of how much you hate all womanly things you really are a mother in the making my dear Anna. But now go I think I need a little rest from you rascals."
Arya was not one to waste an opportunity and raced away towards the back of the long column to search her friend Mycah. Anna had started to tease her about him as soon as she found out that Arya had made friends with a boy, but Arya didn't care. She liked Mycah and more importantly he was the only one besides Anna, who was willing to practice sword fighting with her.
It did not take her long to find him and together they went off towards the old battle field near the river. Mycah wasn't really good, but what he lacked in skill he more then made up with strength. Arya really began to sweat more and more as she blocked his attacks. Suddenly she heard somebody come through the bushes. She turned around only to see Anna sneak towards her.
"What are you doing?" Arya asked.
"Getting away from Prince Jerkfrey he tried to impress me with his stupid sword and started to get pushy. I told him I had to go to pee and then just ran away. They shared a laugh.
"And this is your beloved future husband." Anna said as she eyed up Mycah.
"I told you to stop calling him that. He is just my friend." Anna grinned.
"Well, all right. What is your name friend?" She said as she went on eye height with him.
"Mycah." He barely managed to get passed his lips he looked really frightened.
"Oh are you afraid of me?" Anna asked, "Why because I have an actual sword?" She drew Jon's gift to her. "I called it wolf fang. Not very original, but better then needle."
"Hey"
"Just kidding sis. You should get back to the main camp soon though. The Lord Commander of the kingsguard arrived together with the Master of Laws and the royal executioner. We are expected to greet them formally. I'll be off to the river side. You can keep playing until I get back."
As Anna started to walk away Arya caught Mycah unawares and struck him down. "Hey, that wasn't fair." Mycah protested.
"You are stronger then me, I have to use every opportunity I get." "Well then you better be ready to live with the consequences."
Mycah said as he began to attack even more fiercely then before. He eventually caught the wrist of her hand and smacked the stick from her hand. They were interrupted by a loud laugh.
They turned to see Prince Joffrey walking towards them. Arya heard Mycah's stick hit the ground. "Oh come on butcher boy. You can fight a little girl, but once a man shows up you are to much of a coward to defend yourself?" He drew his sword. "Come one let us fight on equal terms here. Man against man."
"She asked me to fight her your grace." Mycah whispered. Arya could see fear in his eyes again.
"And why would she do that? She is a girl. Girl's don't fight." Joffrey laughed.
Arya picked up her stick just in case Joffrey had no qualms about attacking her before retorting: "Is that why you got beat up by my sister?"
Joffrey turned towards her. All joy had left his face. "I only allowed your sister to strike me down to prevent her from hurting herself or others. It would have been wrong to strike a foolish girl like her." "That is not what everyone else says."
"Who cares what they say they are just peasants. I am the prince. What ever I say is the truth becomes the truth. If I say you and your friend here attacked me with clubs and that in my defense I was forced to hurt your little friend…" He turned again towards Mycah and cut his cheek just below his eye. "Then everyone would believe me." He cut as slowly as possibly, drawing out the moment apparently enjoying the fact that Mycah was completely paralyzed by fear.
Arya smacked her stick across his head. She didn't know why she did it. It was just the first reflex she got. Mycah turned and ran while she raised her stick to strike that little prick again. He caught her stick with his sword, breaking it in the process. She turned and ran hearing him scream behind her.
He caught up with her quickly and backed her up against a tree. "What is wrong with you northern girls? Why can't you sit and listen when I tell you to sit and listen? Why do you need to act up and act like you have got anything to tell me?" Arya could not answer. Those eyes were just to frightening. Once, when she was four a wild dog somehow entered Winterfell and almost bit her. It had come so close that she had felt it's breath on her face. The look on Joffrey's face was the same one the dog had had. Just in that moment Nymeria bit the prince's arm. He cried out in fear and dropped his sword. Arya quickly picked it up and held it with both hands."Please don't hurt me." All the arrogance and anger had faded from Joffrey's face. He looked now just like a poor little boy.
"Oh, I very much doubt she will do that", called a voice. Arya turned and saw Anna come from the river Mycah at her side. "Now how we all just come down and go together to our parents so we can have a nice talk and sort all of this out?"