Chapter 28:
ARYA
"Arya Stark, will you please stop pacing around the room? It's not ladylike to do so." Septa Mordane's voice rang through Arya's ears as she stopped in the middle of her fifth round.
"And what else am I supposed to do here, locked up with you and Sansa?" Arya said. "Practice my sewing? I should let you know that I can't sew."
"Well maybe if you even bothered to pay attention during our sessions and not run off and do unsavory things, like practicing swordplay--"
"Oh, shut up!"
Mordane narrowed her eyes at Arya, who narrowed hers as well. "What did you just say to me?"
"I said shut up. I can handle myself in any situation. I killed a sellsword."
"Ah yes," Mordane sniffed. "A sellsword, who attempted to rape you, young child, along with five others, if you hadn't snuck out of the castle because of mere boredom."
"Yeah, well if it were you," Arya shouted. "I bet they would have already fucked you over before they slit your throat!"
SMACK!
Arya held her cheek where the septa had struck before she decided to return the favor.
She struck Septa Mordane so hard that she fell on top of the bed, with Arya jumping on top of her and attacking her, ripping off her headband and clawing at her.
"Arya, STOP IT!"
Arya didn't hear as she continued to pounce on the Septa for making her life miserable at Winterfell and forcing her to take embroidery lessons.
Arya continued to attack the Septa, who was shielding her face with her arms, until she felt hands pulling at her from behind. She struggled in Sansa's grasp before Arya decided to elbow her in the stomach, causing her sister to groan in pain.
It was the sound of shouting outside, followed by swords clashing that caused Arya to stop, as she pressed her ear to the door and--
SLIT!
Arya's eyes widened as a sword suddenly burst through the door near her, as it jumped in front of her eyesight. She quickly moved away from the door as it burst open with a Kingsguard impaled to the door.
Arya heard Sansa scream and Septa Mordane utter, "By the Seven!" as she looked up and saw a man with a half-burnt face.
"The fuck you staring at?"
Arya glared at the Hound, who glared back.
"For fuck's sake, stop staring at me."
"What are you doing here?"
"The fuck does it look like I'm doing here? I'm here to free you and your sister, and take you to your brother."
"Jon?" Arya spoke in surprise.
"Aye, that's the one. Now hurry up. I haven't gotten all fucking day!"
Arya smiled and decided to follow him, having forgotten about Septa Mordane.
ARYS
Ser Arys sighed as he stood guard outside the door to King Robert's bedroom hearing moans from inside and the king's laughing.
Was this what he was destined for as a Kingsguard, guarding his bedroom door, and having to listen, day in and day out, to the sounds of moaning and flesh slapping against each other?
Ser Arys knew the king was a man of many appetites, and that he was sexually promiscuous with many women. His latest conquest was a dark-haired whore from Lorath. Oh, the things that Ser Arys could be doing with his time right now than having to listen to--
DING DING DING DING
Ser Arys' eyes widened as he heard the bells ringing. That could only mean--
Suddenly the Kingsguard was aware of the shouting and sword sparring nearby.
"Your Grace!"
He pushed the door open to find the king in a state of undress with the whore, who held the blankets close to her bosoms.
"Damn you, man!" the King said. "Couldn't you have come in when I was finished dressing?"
"I'm sorry, your Grace, but--"
"Yes, I know. It's time to kill some fucking dragons." King Robert grumbled. "Alert my good-father and tell him to gather all his men so that we can murder all the fuckers."
"Yes, Your Grace," Ser Arys said, before racing out of there, as he thought, It's so good to be a Kingsguard.