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I didn't want to leave the greenhouse until it was too dark and cold outside. I loved sitting there between the plants and veggies, far from the crowds of medieval warriors.

And Jon, that idiot, was ignoring me for such a long time. Yeah, really, you're welcome for bringing you back home.

I bit my lower lip and went back to the hall. Except for some cleaning people, it was empty. Was I really gone for that long? There was still wine available, so I poured myself and drank. It warmed me and made me feel a bit better. I'm not one to get drunk easily, but this shit is strong.

"Andie," I heard someone call my name and I turned around. It was Arya, so I smiled.

"Hey, you. Jon said you're great." I said dumbly, and now I was sure the wine had its effect on me.

Arya let a small smile show. "He did?"

"Yeah, you probably know how he loves you. You're like Mullan, but better with a sword."

"Mullan?" She asked, curious.

"A Chinese girl warrior who's also a Disney Princess, but she's, like, the farther thing from a princess you'll meet. She's great. But she's not real."

"Disney Princess," Arya echoed after me. Then she came back to herself and walked by my side out of the hall. "I heard you want to learn sword-fighting." She said. "But Jon said you're good with other weapons."

I rolled my eyes. "I'm good with guns, but I only have forty bullets in each, which means that here I have eighty, that's enough to kill eighty people if I aim well, and I usually do," I said, "But here… here it's different. I need to defend myself with all means possible. Jon told me about this place, and I'm not taking any chances."

"Guns?" Arya stopped in her place to look at me.

"Yeah, you don't have them still cuz you don't have gunpowder yet. Or the right technology."

"Teach me to use guns, I'll teach you how to use a sword and a knife."

"Listen, you can't retrieve bullets. They're not like arrows."

Arya looked at me again, "Who are you saving all of those bullets for?" She sounded suspecting.

"Why do you want to learn to shot guns?" I asked in return. Arya smiled.

"I'm interested in mastering different kinds of weapons."

I sighed, "Ok, whatever. Since I taught your brother, I'll teach you as well. I'll give you ten. I'll use five to show you what to do, you'll use five to practice. Deal?"

"Deal." Arya agreed.

The night was long. I couldn't sleep. It wasn't freezing like I thought it would be-somehow my room was warm and the fire kept burning. But I didn't hear from Jon yet, and it started to piss me off.

Why? Why didn't he come to talk with me at dinner? Why didn't he come now? He's a king, or a lord, or whatever. Can't he do whatever he wants?

I sat in my bed, half-drunk, lonely. I needed my friends, my cat. I missed the city background noises, the cars, the random drunk people shouting and cursing at 3 am.

I took my phone and tried to put it on battery saving mode. Then I took my headphones and played some music. I listened to the soft guitar playing in Led Zeppelin's 'Rain Song', and felt my eyes close just as the sun started to rise.

My sleep didn't last long. I was woken up half an hour after I fell asleep.

Ten minutes after that and I was in the sparring yard with a fencing sword in my hand. Arya lent me some of her clothes-one of them was a heavy long bright leather jacket with fur on the inside and chainmail in between the fabrics. I was struggling with the tight leather gloves and the weight of the jacket, but it was the best choice. The clothes I had weren't really good for fighting-they looked nice, and that's all.

I tripped on the icy floor and Arya had her sword at my throat. It was the fifth time.

"Can we at least have a break?" I asked, panting as I stood up, "I didn't even have breakfast!"

Arya kept pointing her sword-'Needle'-at me. "Not until I say so." She said and started to attack again. I defended myself just before she slashed at my face and ducked. When I tried to attack her leg. She stepped away with ease. "You're predictable." She said. "Try to be less predictable."

I pressed my lips. I didn't know how to use a sword well. I was clumsy when it came to that. I'll probably be better with a bow and an arrow, but I need to know how to fight face to face. I looked around and blocked another blow. Arya circled me and I turned in my place. There were people around us, some stayed to watched but most went on their own business. The ground was icy and slippery, piles of snow all around us.

I sighed and thought for a moment. Yep, I'm shitty with a sword. But I don't have to count only on a sword to win a fight.

I let myself slide on the ice, fast, to a different part of the yard. Arya looked a bit surprised, but smiled and did the same, chasing me. I found myself behind a small pile of snow. I kicked it when Arya got closer. It didn't do much, and I had to defend myself with a sword and duck backwards when she cut the air where my head used to be.

"Are you trying to train me or kill me?" I grumbled.

"I don't always see the difference." She answered and went closer.

I fell on my butt and kick my legs, pushing me back. "Who the fuck trained you that you came to that conclusion?!" I asked, struggling to breath. Then I thought about my surrounding again.

"No one." She answered with a smile, as if it was a privet joke.

As Arya went to give me another blow, I took a nice amount of snow in my hands, made it into a sloppy ball and through it at her face. I hit her perfectly and gave me time to stand back to my feet. I lifted my sword and gave a blow to her sword. She gave a good fight, pushing forwards and I struggled. She had the upper hand again.

I breathed out again and felt like I can't hold much longer. So I moved aside quickly, and Arya lost her balance and fell face-first into a pile of snow. I was panting, but I knew Arya won't give me a break until I semi-won. So I picked up Needle and pointed both swords at her as she struggled up from the snow. The she took out a fucking knife.

"Oh, c'mon!" I complained and blocked some blows using the swords. She hit my wrist with her hand while I was using my other hand to block her knife with a sword, and my second sword fell to the ground. Then she ducked quickly and gave me a blow to the ankle. It didn't wound me, but just hurt really, really bad. I turned around to find her behind me with a knife when she finally completely disarmed me. "I yield!" I breathed out. Biting my lower lip in pain. Arya looked at me with a complete poker face. Then a small smile slowly showed on her face.

"Finally," She put her knife back to her belt. "You finally gave a fight."

I had bread and jam for breakfast. The bread was fresh and warm and the berry jam was perfect... I just needed peanut butter. Actually, no. I was good this way.

I didn't want to tell this to Arya, but the workout so early in the morning, before I even had the chance to drink or eat, made the breakfast so much better.

She was tearing a sausage with her fork and knife hungrily, and I could tell Arya uses them just because she had to. If she wasn't a lady in Winterfell, she would eat the meat with her hands like a savage.

I bit the inside of my cheek and then asked her, "So, do you know where Jon is?" I'd put down my toast, less hungry now. "I didn't have the chance to talk with him since I got here."

Arya looked at me with a face full of whatever it was, and swallowed. "He's probably in some kind of a war meeting." She said and took another bite. Then, with her mouth full she added, "He could be with Daenerys, too. But I doubt it. They're both too busy… it took him some time to catch up with everything that's been happening when he was gone."

I glanced at my plate and sighed. I did my best to understand it, but still, it was disappointing. I took a big gulp of water, and decided to concentrate on other things.

We went back to the sparring yard with Brienne and Podrick in tow. Brienne said she wanted to make everyone is safe in the presence of a weapon no one knows, but I think she was just curious about it.

"You need a target?" Arya asked and I nodded.

"Not the straw targets, though. Do you have wood targets? Metal, maybe?"

Arya gave me a questioning look, "We can't spare metal for practice. But we do have wooden targets."

Podrick set the targets up at the other side of the yard. Brienne made sure no one of the busy soldiers and servants was passing between us and the targets.

"I remind you," I said, "Five bullets for me, five for you. I can't waste too much of those. I don't know when I'm going back."

Arya nodded and looked at the gun like a child looking at a strange animal. I gave her one.

"Now, you need to be very careful with those things. The wrong treatment, and they can blow up in your hand." I saw a suspiciously smugly sly man leaning on a wall and watching us. He looked Westerosi. With a short beard, light armor and a coat, a sword at his belt and long dark hair. He had a curious yet arrogant look in his eyes and he struck his beard and watched me show Arya how to handle it.

"Now, it's going to be really loud," I said. "And since it's your first time… I recon other people should stay at least ten feet away on each side of the target."

"Show me how you do it." She half commanded.

I took a deep breath, "Again, it's really loud, maybe you should warn some people? I don't want half of that huge castle to freak out."

"How loud that little piece of steel can be?" Asked the man. "A fucking dragon roared at my face, it almost deafen me ears. Go on with it."

I hate it when guys think they know better. "And you are?"

"Ser Bronn of Blackwater, happy to introduce meself." He gave a little mock bow and looked at the guns again. He gave the impression he's the kind of person people with high status will wrongly take as an idiot, or a simple man. I could see he was calculating every move I made. That guy knows how to fight.

"Happy to meet you too." I rolled my eyes at him and returned to Arya. "Alright, I warned you people. Now take a step back."

I took my gun and loaded it, taking the safety off. Then I looked at the target. It was about ninety feet away from me. It was nothing. I aimed at the center and squeezed the trigger. I was used to the large bang that came with it, even without earplugs, but Arya laid flat on the ground and so did Brienne. The people around us stopped in their place, and half a minute later started to talk haughtily, intrigued. Oh, no. I have an audience.

I always have to give a show when I have an audience.

I looked around and saw some Dothraki and Unsullied rushing to the yard. Then I saw some other soldiers-Lannister, Glover, Mormont. At the head of the Mormont force stood a ten-year-old girl with grumpy face. Oh, so that's the angry kid from dinner last night? I think she was shutting down someone who mocked her house like a boss.

After no one did anything, I understood they were waiting. Arya was quickly back on her feet and Brienne stood tall behind me.

I looked at the target and the hole in its center. Then I knelt on one knee and shot again. People were less surprised this time, but I had more audience. Then I did the same, laying on my belly to shoot from the third basic position. I stood up and span the gun in my hand. "These are the basic three position you need for using one gun." I told Arya. She didn't say anything and walked to inspect the target. Then she came back and asked, "Did you ever killed anyone?"

I swallowed and looked at the target. "Yes, I did," I said. "More than once."

I heard a chuckle from Bronn's direction. "I can see it." He said, finding it amusing. I didn't pay much attention to him.

Arya nodded and lifted her gun. She asked me how to do it and shot. She missed the targets at her first three tries, but hit near its center at her last two.

"What else can you do?" She asked, challenging.

I snorted. "You're out of bullets."

"But you're not," She said and looked around at the audience, then back to me. I understood what she wanted. She wanted me to give a show. More than that, I think this whole thing was happening not so she can learn how to shoot a gun. The whole purpose of this was for her to learn what I'm worth.

I clenched my jaw at the challenge and looked around. I saw Sansa stand on one of the balconies. Then, on the one opposite to that, Daenerys, Tyrion and Missandei. She had her bloodriders with her as well. Jaime, Tyrion's one-handed brother was standing next to Bronn, after he rushed into the yard when he and a dozen more Lannister soldiers probably heard the gunshots.

Do I want to give them a show? Of course I do. That's what they want. Hell, I think they're bored and sick of being busy with war stuff all the time. People need a distraction from life, especially when it's so shitty.

I reached my empty hand to her. She put the gun in my empty palm. Now with one gun in each hand I felt more balanced. Yeah, I was good with a sniper gun as well or a single gun. I was pretty good with other kinds of fire arms, like Uzi or M16, but having weight in both hands just felt right to me. "Take a step back," I told her, and she did, this time not questioning the power of the weapons I brought with me.

I span both guns on my fingers and looked at the target. There were some other wooden targets around. I know I said five bullets for each, but I was challenged. I can't disappoint Arya. I want her to know I'm worth something.

So I went for it. I ran and jumped on a pile of snow and shot two bullets to two different targets while still in the air. Then I continued jumping to an empty wagon. It tilted and shook when I landed on it, unbalanced, so I jumped and caught a part of the railing of the balcony with my arm, shooting another bullet while hanging from one arm. Then I swung myself, putting my legs through the bars and hanging upside down. That was my favorite stunt-shooting backwards. It's like I had a chance to stretch and target practice at the same time.

I shot two more bullets, and that was it. I heard gasps, and the silence. I guess they waited for more, but that was it for me.

"I'm done for now! I'm glad you liked the show. Invite me to birthday parties and for a fair price I'll teach the kids how to hit a target!" I announced, still hanging and letting the blood reach my head for a bit.

Arya looked at me from the yard with a playful smirk. I saw some people inspect the targets from close. One young man picked a dead bullet between his fingers. Bronn was pacing close, saying something I couldn't hear. At the balcony to my right, I could see Daenerys smiling at me and nodding her head slightly. She didn't look like she's mocking me, she was actually impressed. Then she turned away and disappeared with her party.

I decided it's time to stop hanging, so with a lot of ab-muscle work, I lifted myself up, only to meet the very grumpy stare of Jon Snow himself.