Chapter 10.
Butterflies flew overhead while Arya sat with Nymeria in the woods.
"You know that you are the best Direwolf, right?" Arya asked Nymeria lifting her ten year old little fingers to brush her direwolf fur. Nymeria nudged against it. Arya took her wooden sword that she stole from the carven and swooshed it in the Air. Nymeria followed it with her big eyes. She used to hold Nymeria in her arms when it was small but now it was bigger than her is she sat down but that doesn't stop Nymeria to placing it paws in Arya's lap. Arya bent down and hugged her pet. Placing her head against Nymeria's ears, Arya felt the comfort she missed after leaving Winterfell. She begged her father to let Nymeria sleep in her bed and threatened that she would do it anyway if she is not allowed and for the first time in a long time and slept beside Nymeria and went to sleep imagining butterflies floated above them.
Butterflies landed on her stomach and it made her skin crawl but in a nice way. Arya stirred from her sleep feeling cold on the left side of her body. Arya opened her left eye and saw the last rays of sun rays in between the branches of the trees around her. She rolled in her back and felt the blood flowing onto her right side as she felt asleep on her right side. Her back felt a smooth touch and her body trembled and she looked around to see flowers around her. They seem to in red color although Arya couldn't tell with the limited light and her eyes sleazy. Arya closed her eyes and tried to remember what she was dreaming about and her stomach stirred with a strange sensation of relief. She let her hand drop to her stomach and touched her bare skin cause her shirt was pulled up. Arya smiled at the sensation of how the flowers touched against her bare skin at the side of her stomach.
Arya opened her eyes and tilted her head to the left and picked a flower and felt the sent of at it felt sweet. She picked two more flowers and smelled them as a bunch. They seemed so delicate and smooth. Instinctively she pressed them against her lips and neck pricked for the same touch. When she moved her other hand on her stomach goosebumps rose beneath her fingers. Like a hand traveling underneath her skin heat welled from her stomach flowing to her chest. Her hand moved along with the heat feeling the goosebumps along the way. As her hand closed under her left breast Arya instinctively pushed her chest up but the flowers at her side kept her attached to the ground cause she craved that touch too. As she caught her small breast in her hand and feeling her nipple against her palm her legs started to feel weak. Her stomach craved for her touch, her side craved for it, her thighs craved for it but most importantly her privates seemed to buzz like a butterfly. Arya knew she wanted to be touched.
Dropping the flowers which nestled along the her neck reliving it Arya pushed her hand down her stomach. She didn't stop at going where she wanted and felt her pubic hair at her fingertips. A electric jolt passed around her opening and the mass around it like a butterfly flapping it's wings around that area. Her other hand moved to her other breast and as it ran over she felt the nub of nipple perked up. Rubbing over breast felt difficult cause her nipple is sticking out but running over it felt so good that she couldn't stop. Her other fingers parted into two groups and moved down around her lower mound which was giving out enough heat for her fingers to melt into it. She could feel the wetness leaking from her opening and whenever her finger felt it she pulled back to heated mound atop her opening. Frustrated by her other hands interrupted movements with her nipple standing atop her small breast she grabbed her nipple only with her fingers.
Arya let out a big moan as her left nipple sent shocks all over her body that she rolled to her right. Opening her eyes Arya came to her senses and face felt hot and her breath labored. How long has she been moaning out loud, she thought. But before she could think more her lowered body felt liquid with pleasure as her hand made over the wetness with a finger between her folds. She moved that finger up with sent jolts into her at where she touched. Her upper body wanting to compensate made her press against her nipple once again and she moaned again and her lowers fingers rubbed against her folds and Arya moaned harder gasping for air in between her moans. Heat poured out on her middle finger which is moving between her fold over her opening. Arya wanted to touch more of her hear and wetness and placed a finger against her opening.
She thought about people doing it although she didn't see upclose but she knows what went where and how women moaned in pleasure. Arya became aware of the pleasure she was feeling and wanted to fell more of it so she started pushing her finger against her opening. Her breath caught in her throat as her finger went into the opening until first knuckle. Her hips bucked stiff and sweat formed under her feet. Letting her breath blow out Arya relaxed before moving her finger to continue the strange sensations she was feeling but she couldn't stop herself from moan when her finger moved in her upto the second knuckle. That's when Arya felt some resistance and immediately retreated and she grunted at the movement of her finger moving out. Her other hand moved to her other nipple cause she stopped feeling sensation on the nipple she pinched until now. As she positioned her finger for entry her thumb met a nub over her opening and Arya folded in half at touching it. Arya bit down hard as her whole back sent waves of pleasure to her head. Moving her wet finger upwards Arya felt her sensitive nub sticking out fro her folds. Arya pressed down on it and it's like a switch that made her lose senses of her body one by one. She squirmed as sweat formed between her thighs and Arya felt the tingling in the fingers of her feet as they turned into light of pleasure. Arya moved her fingers over her nub and the light stated to rise in her.
Images of her past flashed in her mind. The feet of a hooker she saw being kissed a man in a brothel in Bravos. A sailor lifting his women clutching her thighs and placing her on the table when she went to sell oysters. The merchants daughter's hips being grabbed by her lover which she saw unknowingly. A imp grabbing the tits of the mummer in the show she participated. A woman kissing his husband on his neck which she saw on her way to Winterfell. The image of Nina kissing her lover which she saw along with Sansa. Henry looking at her chest. The light took all the parts she mentioned and her hands are out of her control as they moved faster. And when the final image of Yashra touching between the flowers like she was doing came to her mind. The light took over her mind and Arya came.
Arya felt like she was made of jelly and all of her body burned at strange intervals. Arya what seemed like an hour she felt the fluids on her hand but her bottoms are still buzzing. Her throat felt harsh. She looked up and saw that it's completely dark except for the last rays which will vanish in minutes. But her body seemed to glow and with her hands in those parts, Arya could see what she would look as if she was standing over head. Arya closed her eyes.
A snow flake touched her burning body and Arya moaned. Her hands started moving once again but Arya was controlling but instead of giving into the pleasure. Instead of thoughts coming to her, She imagined how she would look. As if her flying over her, she saw herself in a bunch of flowers touching herself as snow fell over her. It looked like someone Arya can fall in love with. She was seeing herself but felt loved which was hard to think about so Arya pushed it away enjoying the pleasure building in her mind. And her imagination morphed into the reality of what she saw just like her. Yashra's face thrown back in pleasure similar to the one she was feeling right now. She saw how smooth Yashra's bare leg was and the pale breast. How Yashra grabbed her whole breast in her hand which are large for her hand unlike Arya's. How Yashra's long hair fell on her shoulders unlike Arya's short hair. Arya thought about Yashra's lips parted with pleasure. Arya came but unlike before she felt thousand singular hands roaming over her as she came. It was soft without any blinding light in her but felt her sweat pore opening and releasing heat like thousand needles piercing her softly.
Arya giggled at that. Needles piercing softly.
Going to her room was harder than she thought but somehow without anyone noticing she managed. When she reached her door there is guard standing Arya rushed into her room bowing before he can ask any questions. Someone would have come to meet her as she slept all afternoon in the woods. Her room seemed to be cleaned by maids and Arya checked her hidden bag but it seemed unnoticed. She went to the tub and spent a good time rubbing away the dirt on her. She noticed the Butterfly locket kept in the cupboard by someone and picked it up and wore it along with her Hammer locket.
How is he? she thought. Gendry was once a good friend to her before they parted ways. She can ask someone to search for him, Arya thought. As a stark of Winterfell some people still owed her some favors. She picked up a gown and put a cloak around it and brushed her hair. She blushed thinking about Gendry and gowns at he same time. She slipped out of her room taking her hidden blade with her.
"You can leave" Arya said to the guard.
"But you brother ordered my Lady" he said.
"I can take care of myself" Arya said.
"But I can't leave" he said.
What would people say to get them out of these situations. "I will have some company over and i want to be kept secret. So decide" She said walking away. He would be gone when she came back, Arya thought.
As Arya passed a couple of guards Arya saw them shifting to make the way to her. They did that before but now they stopped talking when they saw her. Many of them will stop talking if she walked into the hall to eat with them, Arya thought as she made her way to the kitchen.
She reached the kitchen and the usual people who worked just gave a normal nod and fell back into their conversations but today they stopped talking. Arya went to her usual place by the cook.
"Get a plate" the cook said the little girl who worked here. She ran off to get it but she usually doesn't need to be told to do that.
So even the small folk in the castle heard about the rumor. Of course they share homes.
The little girl came with plate and a mug. She started to get water when Arya stopped her. She gave a start at Arya's touch.
"Wine" Arya said.
The little girl came with wine but spilled some shaking. Arya grabbed the cloth on the table and dabbed it away but the little stood in fear trembling. Other are looking at her too.
"Stupid girl" the cook said. "Get back to work" he told the other worker who are staring. "Meat my Lady?" he asked Arya.
Arya looked at the small girl and thought meat might not be a good idea to eat "Something fancy?" she said not knowing what all the High Ladies eat.
But the cook seemed to understand her concern and started making some sort of pie. Arya looked at the small girl who was avoiding meeting her which she enjoyed until yesterday. She saw the cook making the pie and said what Hotpie said about making the pie.
"Oh that's a nice way my Lady" the cook said "May i ask did you bake any Pies" he said laughing more for the little girls sake and to lighten the mood than the joke itself. Arya thought about it, she did. There are worse things still. Worse things she did.
"I have a friend south" she said lightly and turned to the girl "What's your name?" Arya asked.
"Lily" she said her voice trembling.
"You are always here, are you stealing food?" Arya asked. The cook laughed. Everyone steals food, Arya thought.
"No" the little girl said.
"Liar" Arya said. Some of the others started listening to her.
"No my Lady" the girl said.
"You took a potato this morning" the cook said.
"You need to be punished" Arya said. The little girl is close to crying and the others are looking at what's happening.
"You have to eat with me today" Arya said. Some of the other workers snicker as they saw the little girl started crying even before understanding what she said.
"You like eating" the cook said rubbing the tears from the girls face.
"No" she said to the cook.
"You can't decline" Arya said. "You are getting fat today, come sit". More laughs.
The little girl sat across from her and the cook brought a plate for her too and served them the pie.
Arya started eating looking at the young girl who slowly started enjoying the pie.
"Good isn't it?" Arya asked.
The girl looked up smiling and nodding her head.
"Pretty" the little girl said looking at her new locket.
"So are you" Arya said and the little girl turned red.
"So tell me what you heard" Arya asked.
"They said you had blood on you hair" the little girl said after looked at the cook who nodded.
"I am sorry my Lady" the cook said. "It's just a rumor".
"No it isn't" Arya said and the girl stopped eating.
"You heard a assassin came to kill Tyrion last night, didn't you?" Arya asked the girl who just nodded.
"I stopped him and his blood spilled on my hair" Arya said to all those who are listening.
"You killed him?" the little girl asked.
"Sadly yes" Arya said. She didn't want to tell this to the girl but she asked.
"Thanks" the little girl said. "My mom said that he is going come hurt me".
The cook laughed "Not if you stopped stealing food, he won't hurt you". All the other workers laughed at the little girls world and Arya felt that she did the right thing even for a silly reason.
"So what do you think, wouldn't i look with red hair?" Arya asked.
"I don't know" the girl said shyly.
"You would my Lady" the cook said.
Arya finished eating and walked back to her room pretty happy. What a long day it has been. And she slept most of the morning and the afternoon. But her stomach felt full and all she wanted to do was sleep in her own bed. As she came near her door the guard was still there. Angry she walked towards him but then realized it's the Hound.
"What are you doing here?" she said noticing the fire was put out.
"You wanted some privacy" Hound said "So you got me".
"I just wanted him gone" Arya said "Go sleep you will freeze to death without fire".
"No" he said. "You are not getting me go away".
"Fine" Arya said opening her door and felt the war lite air in her room. Goddammit.
Arya went inside and picked up a stick from the fireplace and walked outside. Hound flinched at that "You really are a cunt" he said.
"It's not to force away" Arya said lilting the fire outside "You can stay if you want, i don't care" Arya said half hoping that somehow Hound would go away.
"Oh" Hound said "Then you are not rebellious girl anymore". He stared at the fire.
"Still afraid of it?" Arya said leaning against the fire.
"No" Hound said unconvincingly "It just reminds me of the bloody wights now".
Arya stayed silent and some part of her wanted to look at what a wight would look like. Like a dead body, Tyrion said. "Not seeking revenge for your brother anymore?" Arya said.
"He looked like a wight himself" Hound said "That cunt".
They both stayed silent for a moment remembering the Hound. "What about your revenge?" Hound asked.
Arya thought about it for a second and now all she cared about was the safety of her family rather than revenge. If Hotpie hadn't told her about her sister, she would have already killed the queen by now. Her anger still remained but her world doesn't need it right now. "Kept on hold" she said.
Hound gave a light laugh "Didn't think i would hear that from you".
"Is that a good thing or a bad thing" Arya asked considering his remark earlier about her growing up.
Hound opened his mouth but then thought about for a second "I don't know but I am happy you said that".
"Why is that" Arya asked.
Hound looked at her and said "I gave up on my revenge for a while, hell I even prayed but the world came back to me and I am still here fighting battles that I am not sure why I am doing". He breathed out before continuing "But if was left alone with him I would have been at peace, So i don't know if giving up on revenge is a good thing or a bad thing". Hound thought about the priest who spoke in words that didn't make sense to him but what he wanted to hear. He felt healed in the days with them.
Arya saw Hounds face soften and asked "Who is he?" she asked.
"A priest teaching about the light of seven" Hound said.
Arya was surprised by the answer she never expected Hound to be religious. "What did he do?" Arya asked.
"He said things I wanted to hear" Hound said "And he saved me from death".
Arya left Hound to death so she never brought it up. "Do you hate me?" she asked.
"No, you aren't who you are then" he said "Go to sleep Love you had a rough day". It was already past bed time.
Arya nodded and reached to the door but stopped. "Do you believe in God?" she asked "Someone who isn't just a piece of the world".
Hound nodded his head which he wouldn't have done before "You?" he asked.
"Yes" Arya said. But he isn't a wish granting god, Arya thought. He is a wish seeking god."God of death" Arya said before going inside. Hound just nodded to her and walked away from her door leaving her alone.
"Valar Morghulis" Arya whispered into the night before sleeping. All men must serve.