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SER BARRISTAN
He watched as the council of the Dragon Queen came together in the lofty chambers that they usually met in, but the council now had a new member, Asha Greyjoy.
Asha Greyjoy had done the smart thing and bent the knee to Daenerys, but it wasn't like she had many options on the matter, as it was either bend or burn.
The old knight had to admit that he was reminded more and more of her father, every time she got like this. The only living sibling to Rhaegar Targaryen seemed to take more and more after their father, much to his grief.
When he had first met her, he had seen so much of Rhaella in her, but now all he could see was Aerys in Rhaella´s body.
The only difference was that this Targaryen actually had a dragon to ride and burn people with. When Barristan had been serving Aerys, he had spent many a night thanking the gods for the fact that the dragons were all dead, as a mad King with a dragon was something too horrible to imagine.
But Daenerys´s control of the black dragon was debatable. It seemed that the dragon didn't like being controlled and made to do whatever the Queen wanted.
She could ride the great terror, and make him attack things to great results, if the burning of the entire slavers fleet could be considered great, but she never just flew on Drogon for the sheer joy of it, like so many of the dragonriders of old had done.
It was the only thing that Barristan could see in her that was anything like Aegon the conqueror, as he hadn´t gone flying on the black dread for the pure enjoyment of it, as Balerion was so hard to control.
Maybe some dragons weren't meant to be ridden?
They had been making plans for some time now, and Barristan could see that the Queen was getting very excited to make her way to Yunkai and then Astapor.
"Now, lady Greyjoy." The Queen turned to Asha Greyjoy, and Barristan could see that the daughter of Balon Greyjoy was greatly annoyed with the Queen of Meereen calling her a lady when she had clearly had her heart set on being the Queen of the iron islands. "Tell me, are there any news of my Queendom?"
Asha Greyjoy looked at the silver haired woman for a moment, and the tension between the two women was choking and the Greyjoy woman was clearly holding her temper in a firm grip. "Well, after your…advisor, lord Tyrion escaped the capital, the Lannisters retook Riverrun, and Sansa Stark reappeared in the North, only to be married to the Bolton bastard." As soon as the woman mention the Bolton bastard, her brother shuddered with horror as he seemed to be transported somewhere else in his mind for a moment.
"Sansa is with the Boltons?" Tyrion asked shocked and outraged, during their talks the little lord had talked of his young wife and it was always with a fond smile and with great care in his eyes.
Barristan could see the annoyed look on Rhaegar´s sister´s face, but then Theon Greyjoy spoke up. "No, not anymore." As everyone looked at the last son of the lord of the Iron islands, he seemed to grow very uncomfortable.
"We were both being held captive by Ramsay, but we escaped together, and she left to find Jon Snow at the Wall." Tyrion´s eyes lit up with hope and relief.
"Lord Stark´s bastard?" Barristan asked the young man who had told them of Sansa Stark´s escape.
And Theon Greyjoy nodded nervously. "Yes, the very same. He will protect her; I am sure of it."
The annoyed look on the Queen´s face seemed to grow with every word that Theon Greyjoy spoke. But then she looked at Tyrion. "Well at least I can have the North out of the deal."
Barristan´s small friend turned to look at the Queen with a quizzical look in his face. "What do you mean, your grace?"
Daenerys Targaryen shot the man a pointed look. "You told me that Sansa Stark is the last Stark that is alive, and you are her husband, making you the lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North." She seemed very proud of herself to have come to that conclusion, but Barristan knew that the small man was about to dispute her words.
Tyrion cleared his throat. "Your grace, first of all the marriage was never consummated, which will make it invalid in eyes of many of the lords, and there is also the problem that she was a hostage when she said those vows."
Barristan had to force himself not to smile, Tyrion Lannister always had ways to surprise him.
"What should that matter?" Demanded the Queen as she fixed her furious violet eyes at the small man.
"It does matter, your grace," Barristan now spoke up, to give the lord Lannister support. "because vows said at sword point are not held valid in the eyes of the Seven."
Barristan could see that this angered the Queen immeasurably, but they were saved from the unlikeliest source, Theon Greyjoy. "And she isn't the heir to Winterfell."
Now it was both Barristan´s and Tyrion´s turn to look at the man in surprise. "What on earth do you mean?" Asked the lord commander of the Queen´s guard.
The Greyjoy lad looked more nervous than he had before. "I didn't kill Bran and Rickon Stark, they could be somewhere out there, still alive, making either one of them the ruler of the North, before Sansa."
Silence fell over the room at his words, and Barristan could see the anger burning in the Queen´s eyes at his words. He could almost understand, she had thought for a moment that she already had one of the Kingdoms in her grasp without having set foot in Westeros.
But even if Tyrion´s marriage to Sansa Stark had been valid, the North wouldn't have submitted to Lannister rule, even if it had been backed by a Queen with a dragon. The Northerners had suffered too much to rest easy with anyone with Lannister blood in Winterfell.
"Is there anything else you know about? Any news that will actually help me in taking back what is mine?" The fury in the Queen´s voice made him want to take a step back as the tensions in the room grew even more, and the Queen of Meereen was clearly holding herself from throwing things by a thread.
"House Martell was mostly wiped out, except for Dorian Martell´s heir, Arianne who escaped, but to where I am not sure." Said the lady of the iron islands and crossed her arms over her chest and there was a glimmer of enjoyment in her eyes as she watched Queen Daenerys struggle to hold her temper.
But this seemed to interest the Queen. "Who took control of Dorne?" The iron born woman walked over to the table and pored herself a drink.
"The princesses' cousins and the daughters of the late Oberyn Martell, along with his paramour, Ellaria Sand." This made both Barristan and Tyrion take a double look at the woman. This news was strange to say the least, as Barristan had always thought that the Martell family was loyal to their own, even the bastards.
"Are they likely to support my cause?" Asked the Queen as she stared at the map on the table, with a faraway look in her eyes.
Tyrion seemed to think of it for a moment. "If it helps them, then I suspect that they will. They will not be likely to support my sister as they seem to hate her too much."
Barristan was sure that Tyrion was right, no Dornish man or woman would willingly work with the daughter of the man who had ordered the deaths of princess Elia and her children. But Queen Daenerys didn't look happy enough with his answer.
"What about your uncle?" Queen Daenerys asked the ironborn woman with a raised eyebrow.
Asha Greyjoy snorted as she took a sip of the wine in her cup. "My uncle will not bow to anyone, especially a woman, even if she has a dragon."
Every person in the room could see the annoyed look on Daenerys´s face when Asha Greyjoy said the word dragon. It was getting more and more clear to everyone that Rhaegal and Viserion were not returning to the city, but the Queen refused to see it and perhaps that was for the best.
She didn't want to go to Westeros without the two other dragons, and every day that passed that she stayed here, the seven Kingdoms weren't at war with wild dragons under the dubious control of the Mad King´s daughter.
When he had met the girl at Astapor he had encouraged her to leave for the Seven kingdoms, thinking that she was kind and would be a good ruler, but now after getting to know her more and seeing how much she was alike her father, he realized how foolish he had been.
"Three dragons." The Queen said coldly. "Rhaegal and Viserion will come to me soon enough." The look she sent the Greyjoy woman was clearly a warning to her.
She looked back to the map in front of her. "The new rulers of Dorne will side with me, or I will take the kingdom with force."
Dread filled his belly at her words. "Your grace." Barristan spoke up. "Not even Aegon the conqueror could take Dorne with force nor could the Kings that came after him. It would be impossible for any man."
The Queen turned to look at him and he felt the chill freeze in his guts as she echoed the words, she had said in Astapor when she had gone back on her word to the slavers. "I am not a man."
"There is also another thing I should mention." Asha Greyjoy smirked coldly at the Queen of Meereen as she placed her cup on the table. "There was talk about a boy going to the Stormlands when we docked in Lys."
The sellsword Daario snorted. "Oh, how interesting, some boy going to the Stormlands." The look of irritation on Tyrion´s face matched how Barristan felt exactly.
"That boy is calling himself Aegon Targaryen." Asha Greyjoy announced coldly as she took a sip of her wine. "And is claiming to be the son of Rhaegar Targaryen and the rightful king of the Seven kingdoms."
Barristan stared at the woman in stunned silence for a moment. "That is not possible." He whispered.
It literally couldn't be possible as he had seen the crushed head of prince Aegon himself, on the floor of the throne room all those years ago.
"That is what I heard in Lys." Asha Greyjoy said with a nonchalant grin and a shrug.
It was then Barristan could see the begins of a tantrum build in the Queen of Meereen. But thankfully Tyrion asked the Greyjoy girl a question that distracted the silver headed woman.
"Then why are you here, instead of in the Stormlands, declaring for this Aegon?"
The former Queen of the Iron islands shrugged her shoulders. "He hasn't proved that he is the son of Rhaegar Targaryen, nor does he have dragons." Then she snorted again. "He has even gotten the Golden company to help him take the iron throne."
"The Golden company." Daenerys said with a distant look in her eyes. "My brother, Viserys tried to get them to help him take back the Iron throne, but they just laughed at him."
Tyrion seemed to restrain himself from rolling his eyes. "Of course, they did." Everyone turned to look at him, but Barristan knew what he was on about. "The Golden company was founded by Aegor Rivers, also known as Bittersteel to get a Blackfyre on the throne, and they are famous for their hatred of the Targaryens."
For the first time Missandei spoke up. "Then why on earth did they decide to fight for this Aegon." Her soft voice raised an interesting question.
"Humm." Tyrion rubbed his chin. "The last I heard was that they had a contract with the free city of Myr."
Asha Greyjoy spoke up again. "They did, but apparently they broke their contract to go to this Aegon character."
This news made Barristan frown, the last time the Golden company had broken a contract was when Maelys the monstrous had staked his claim on the Iron throne.
Barristan looked at the smaller man, who he had spent so many evenings talking about everything with, and he could see the realization in his eyes as well. Tyrion turned to Asha again. "Do you know if anyone else was with this Aegon?"
The woman took a seat on the table, much to the Queen´s irritation while Daario leered lewdly at the taller woman. "Yeah, some old man, Jon Connington. Apparently, he knew the dragon prince back in the day."
Barristan stared once more at the woman, who kept on claiming that dead people were coming back from the grave. The last he had heard of Jon Connington was that he had drunk himself to death while grieving over Rhaegar.
If Barristan had to be honest, he had to admit that he hadn´t liked the former hand of Aerys Targaryen, he was too obsessive and seemed to cling to the silver prince whenever he could.
But he had to admit that if Jon Connington had thought that he had the true son of Rhaegar to fight for, no man alive would fight harder for that boy than him.
"Who is this Jon Connington?" Asked the Queen as she took a seat and fixed her eyes on him.
Barristan sighed. "He served as the hand of your father for a short time, until Aerys replaced him with Qarlton Chelsted, who was burned alive for some reason."
There was silence for a moment before the Queen´s advisor, Missandei spoke up once again. "But lord Tyrion, you didn't answer my question, why would the Golden company choose to support this Aegon, if they think that he is a Targaryen?"
"Ah, my apologies." The small man walked over to the table and poured himself a cup of wine. "I have a theory that maybe they don't think that he really is a Targaryen."
This made the other people in the room stare at the man as he continued. "I think that someone may have convinced them that he really is a Blackfyre and the best way to get him on the Iron throne is for everyone in Westeros to believe that he is a Targaryen, so that they don't rebel against the boy."
Daario snorted at his words. "Why would they care if he is a Targaryen or a Blackfyre? Isn't one dragon much like another?"
Tyrion rolled his eyes at the sellsword before he answered. "No, declaring for a Blackfyre when there is a legitimate Targaryen alive would set a dangerous precedence, as the Blackfyre´s are still considered after any Targaryens in the line of succession."
The small man´s words caused the Queen to look very happy with him, as she raised a cup of wine to her smiling lips.
"But didn't Aegon the fourth make Daemon Blackfyre legitimate?" Asked Missandei with a curious tone in her soft voice.
But Tyrion smiled at the girl, he clearly enjoyed explaining his outlook on Westerosi inheritance traditions to someone so eager to learn. "Yes, but his descendants only have a claim on the throne if all of his older brother´s, Darion the second, descendants are in fact dead or renounce the throne and their claim."
The young girl looked thoughtful for a moment. "But didn't Aegon the fourth prefer his bastard son over his trueborn one?"
Tyrion put the cup back on the table after draining it, and Barristan could see how much Tyrion was enjoying this. "You are absolutely right, he much preferred Daemon over Darion, but while Aegon the unworthy did legitimize Daemon, he didn't declare him his heir, so Darion remained the heir as he was the older of the two, making his descendants the rightful heirs to the Iron throne."
"So, you think that this Aegon is a Blackfyre then?" The Queen asked as she fixed her violet eyes on the small man.
The lord Lannister nodded. "All the evidence points to that, your grace."
The Queen smiled coldly. "A mummers dragon then." She said with a determined look on her face. "He will die like all those who stand in my way."
As Barristan looked at the woman, he could only see her father, and for a moment he was sure that he could hear the Mad King cackle like he had always done when he was burning some poor unfortunate soul alive.
JON
The map in front of him showed the Riverlands, but more importantly the map showed the Twins along with the lands surrounding the castle that had been in the Frey family for six-hundred years, or as long the twin castles had stood.
As he studied the map carefully, he ran a hand though his curly hair, to try to tame it after the flight he had just come back from. He had wanted to use the daylight to see the castles from above, and in the process, he and the large dragons had scared the living daylight out of many of the guards and the Freys, which could work to their advantage.
He took a small sip of ale as he watched where the painted likeness of the green fork ran under the bridge. It would be tricky for them to take the castle, as it was one of the most formidable strong holds of Westeros, and the castles could be turned to islands quite easily by digging moats into the channels, and the castle itself had high curtain walls that were easily defended.
Jon sighed and rubbed his chin; he wasn't eager to let the dragons burn down the whole castle and risking innocent lives along with the hostages that Old Walder was keeping close.
He didn't know how long he stood there, studying the map, when he heard someone clear their throat behind him.
"Your grace." Satin was standing there with a worried look on his face. "Ser Brynden and lord Royce are here to see you." As Jon asked for his steward to let the men in, he could see the troubled look on the young man´s face.
The reason for that worried look was soon made clear to him, as Ser Brynden and lord Royce both entered the tent, and the blackfish looked furious at something.
"What is it?" Jon asked his wife´s grand uncle.
"It is that fucking miserable old cunt, Walder Frey." The knight spat out in his anger, as he started to stalk up and down Jon´s tent.
Jon could feel the frustration build in him, as he waited for the men to tell him of what the murderous old man had now done.
"He is refusing to negotiate with you, your grace." Lord Royce said with a tired tone in his voice. "He is also saying that if we aren't gone from his lands by dawn, he will start executing hostages, staring with Greatjon Umber."
The Bronze Yohn´s words make Jon frown in confusion. Old Walder was considered one of the most cunning and shrewdest men in the whole of Westeros, but he was refusing to negotiate when he had at least three hostages and one of them was the true paramount of the Riverlands, and he was threating to start killing the hostages at dawn? This just didn't make any sense.
Of everything Jon had heard of the man, this was not something he had expected, he had expected the man to tie his hostages to strategic places around the castle so that Jon would never dare risk damaging the castle before ever refusing to negotiate.
"This doesn't make any sense." Ser Brynden stated as he continued his stalking around the tent. "Old Walder isn't stupid, he knows that he has to treat with us for the sake of his family, he still has a chance to have his family name life on in one of his sons or grandsons that is still a child."
"Do you think that he suspects that we will kill everyone, even the women and children?" Jon asked the man.
Ser Brynden looked at him as he answered. "No, I highly doubt that, he knows that you were raised by Lord Ned and he held honor in such high regard that the old weasel no doubt expects you to do the same."
So, if Ser Brynden was right and the old man expected Jon not to risk burning down the castle, then way was he refusing to talk with them?
"What reason did he use when did refused to talk to us?" Jon asked the two men, and immediately Ser Brynden turned angry again as his cheeks started to flush and he seemed to grind his teeth together.
When it became clear that he was too angry to speak, lord Royce explained. "He is saying that he doesn't trust Northerners after they attacked him and his family under guest rights."
It was clear in lord Royce tone that he didn't believe anything that he had said, but his words caused a lot of confusion in Jon.
Why on earth was Old Walder trying to make them believe that Robb had started the Red Wedding? He had to know that they would never believe that, and it would only make them angry.
When he voiced that question to the two other men, Ser Brynden stopped walking around the tent and stared at Jon, and he could see the realization in them as a thought seemed to occur to him. "He isn't trying to make us believe his lies." The Blackfish stared. "He is trying to make us mad, like you did with Ramsay Snow."
Lord Royce looked thoughtful. "That is very likely, but his grace has two dragons, isn't Old Walder afraid that he will just turn the towers to ash and be done with it?"
"No," Ser Brynden said, and all anger seemed to have left him. "Robb often spoke about King Jon, and some who listened were Frey men, and they could have told old Walder that his grace would never burn down a castle according to Robb."
"What makes you think that Old Walder would care about what young Robb thought?" Asked the lord of Runestone with doubt written all over his face.
"Because as much as Robb angered Old Walder, the old weasel knew that he was a smart young man and he is the only source of information he had on King Jon." The Blackfish said confidently.
"So," Jon spoke up as he sat down by the table, and as he stretched his legs, it felt weird not to have Ghost there to warm his feet. The white direwolf had gone hunting before they made camp and had yet to return. "We know that Old Walder doesn't think that I will attack the castle with the dragons to burn them to the ground, so why try and make me angry?"
The lord of Runestone frowned. "Maybe it is to make you attack the castle?"
"But why would he want that?" Asked Ser Brynden in an astonished tone.
Bronze Yohn spoke up again. "Well it could be spun that his grace attacked the castle unprovoked."
Jon frowned at his words. "But if he wants to spin that story, he needs someone who is trusted and comfortable to lie about it to survi…" Jon tailed off as he figured out Old Walder´s plan, it wasn't a good plan, but men who had lost all hope often came up with insane ideas they thought could work.
It was the only thing that made any sense, and it did fit Old Walder´s recent actions, as the man was trying to anger him, and make him attack before dawn to try and save the hostages.
Before he could say anything to the two men, Satin hurried into the tent looking pale and surprised. "Your grace, you have to come out and see this."
"What is it?" Demanded Ser Brynden as he stepped in front of Jon, as to protect him from invisible foes. "Are we under attack?"
It was highly unlikely that they were, as Rhaegal and Viserion would have gone berserk if someone was attacking them.
"No, Ser everything is fine, but his grace needs to see this." Satin ducked out again, making the others follow him outside.
They made their way to the edge of the encampment, where many of the soldiers and lords had gathered and were muttering and staring at whatever it was that had gripped their attention. When they were finally spotted, approaching the large group of people, a way was hurriedly made for them so that they could see what was going on.
When he finally could see what had created such a ruckus, he almost fell over in shock at what he saw.
There before him was Ghost, looking as happy as a clam with his tongue hanging out of his mouth and beside him was his dark grey sister, Nymeria.
There wasn't a doubt in his mind that this was his little wild sister´s wolf, the only difference between her now and when she had been following Arya around Winterfell, was that she was now full grown.
As he stared into her eyes, he couldn't help but to wonder if Arya was somewhere around, just waiting to hop out of hiding, with her mud streaked face grinning, and her dark brown hair in tangles.
But when she didn't, he felt the disappointment punch him in the gut, but hope still remained, for if Nymeria was here, then Arya could be making her way to him. "Nymeria." He called, making the dark wolf grin happily like Ghost.
She approached him slowly, like she was trying to show everyone that she wasn't a threat to anyone, and when she reached him, she nuzzled his hand to get him to pet her.
"Is that…," Ser Brynden spoke up, and Jon felt guilty that he had almost forgotten him at seeing Nymeria once again. "Is that Arya´s direwolf?"
"Aye," Jon replied with a smile. "This is Nymeria." He gave the smaller direwolf a rub behind the ear that he had remembered she had loved so much. "Do you want to stay with me, until we can find Arya?"
The dark grey wolf licked his hand, making him laugh once again. "I take that as a yes." He turned to the lords that were watching everything unfold with wide eyes. "My lords, I would like you all to gather in the command tent."
ARYA
Out of all the faces she had worn, this was the one that she hated the most. But it served to get her inside the Twins without raising too much suspicion.
She discreetly adjusted her barrowed face under the guise of scratching an itch as stood on the battlements and stared at the large army at the gates of the eastern tower of the Twins.
She was still getting over the shock of seeing her beloved brother fly over the castle on the back of the large green dragon, who had roared so loudly that she had thought that she would go deaf.
She may not have seen him for close to four years now, or since she had been eleven and he had been sixteen, but there was no doubt in her mind that the man on the green dragon´s back had been her brother, who had always been there for her, no matter what.
Arya stared at the army for some time, until she heard someone approach her. "Petyr." She looked at who had spoken to her, and it turned out to be Edwyn Frey, the new heir to the Twins and Petyr´s brother.
"There you are, I haven't seen you since you returned." Edwyn was a tall and slender man and he looked like he really needed to find the nearest chamber pot. "I had thought that Black Walder killed you."
That would have explained why her supposed brother Black Walder had looked at her barrowed face with such surprise when she turned up at the Twins, the angry man had looked like he had seen a ghost.
But this could be played to her advantage. "He didn't, but not for the lack of trying." Nothing was worse for inhabitants of a castle under a siege than fighting from within.
She could see the excited look on Edwyn´s face, and for a brief moment she felt sorry for the dead man, who had been killed by his brother, and his other brother´s thoughts were clearly more interested in how to use this to his advantage rather than feeling outraged that Black Walder had killed their brother, or tried to kill him to their belief.
"I knew it, it had to be him." Edwyn said victoriously and there was a hungry look in his eyes. "We can use this against him." He then glanced at the army before the gates. "When of course this Northern rabble has been driven away."
"How on earth do you intend to do that?" She asked with Petyr´s voice. She had tried to think up a hundred different ways for the Freys to win this fight, but she could not see any way for them to actually come out victorious, unless they had dragons of their own.
Edwyn looked more than a little smug when she asked. "That Targaryen whelp will never dare to attack the castle when we have two northern lords in our dungeons and Edmure Tully and his heir."
His words made Arya want to punch him, this man treated even children who were related to him as hostages to be used to save his treacherous hide.
"How can you be so sure? Maybe his just like his grandfather, the mad King." Her question made the man laugh.
"Oh, come on Petyr, you don't believe that? Everyone knows that Ned Stark would never allow the boy to behave like that, and you fought alongside the dead wolf, and you told us that he never shut up about his precious bastard brother." Edwyn said snidely as he mocked her now murdered brother.
It took everything she had to smother the rage and the urge to run him through with her blade, but with more strength she had thought she had, she managed not to kill that pathetic weasel.
"But more on that later, our great grandfather wants us all in the great hall, so that he can speak with us." Edwyn lead her down from the battlements, and out of the light of the dying sun as it set in the west.
They finally arrived in the hall that was filled with a large number of weasel-like men who were shouting at one another in anger, as Old Walder sat on his throne of black oak with its tall back carved into the likeness of twin towers with a bridge between them. The old man reminded Arya of a cross between a vulture and a weasel.
But is seemed that no all shared in Edwyn´s trust that the old man could keep them safe from her brother´s wrath.
"Be quiet all of you." Arya was surprised that the frail man had gotten his hoard of children to be silent. "We have had an army at our gates before."
A man with a black beard and an angry look stuck on his face that she had learned was Black Walder, one of the men who had helped in the Red Wedding spoke up and Petyr´s brother. "Yes, we have, but never one with two dragons and a man leading them who´s cousin was murdered at a wedding held here."
Black Walder´s words caused many of the men to agree with him, as they started to shout at the patriarch to try to enter into negotiations so that they wouldn't all be killed.
"You witless oafs, you think that this Jon Targaryen will trust us after the Red Wedding," His runny and clouded eyes shot Black Walder and indignant look. "Our best shot at living is to kill one of the hostages at dawn and when the little dragon folds in fear of us killing all the hostages, then we can negotiate some favorable terms."
Arya could spot the lie in his eyes from across the room, he didn't believe his own words and she could almost smell the fact that he was planning something.
But the question was, what on earth was he planning?
Arya watched as Lothar Frey walked from amongst the crowd and straight up to the old man and leaned in to whisper in his ears, whatever the man had said, clearly pleased the skeleton that was sitting on the throne as he grinned a toothless grin and nodded at him.
The old man turned to his descendants, as his son turned and walked away only to disappear through a side door. "We shall have a feast, for tonight we shall show these Northerners and Valemen traitors that together we stand." For some reason all the Freys in the hall started to cheer, with the exception of Black Walder and a few who were still not convinced that Old Walder´s plan would work.
It seemed to her that he was just as suspicious as her of the old man, who was now throwing a feast when there was a large army at his gate, and two dragons.
She watched as the servants started to arrange the hall for the feast that the old man had called for, and the Frey men started to break out wine and start their drinking as the sun has almost set.
Edwyn handed her a cup that was filled with sweet wine, but she didn't drink it. She had no thirst for Frey wine. "Come brother, lets drink to the great house Frey."
But then it happened.
A young man with a weak chin barged into the great hall, screaming. "They are attacking the castle." This made everyone freeze, everyone except Old Walder, who had a glimmer of satisfaction on his face.
"Well go on you cunts, go and defend the walls." He commanded them to go and do their duty, and Arya decided to go outside as well, as to not to raise suspicions.
She hurried back to the battlements and she could see that the Northern and Valemen army was charging at full speed at the still closed gate.
Then like a hurricane from the north, the pale and golden dragon appeared, roaring he let out a breath of golden flames from his mouth, that smashed into the closed gate of the eastern tower, causing the entire castle to start shaking.
As the portcullis that had been made of the finest steel burned and melted, the two large logs that had held the drawbridge up, just so slightly that no one could have used it to cross to the gate itself, broke, making the way into the castle clear to the invading army.
The pale dragon flew high into the air, with arrows flying after him, but they didn't do more damage to him than a pine needle would do to a person, as they broke on his scaly hide.
The guards still screaming with fear abandoned their posts and ran blindly as far as they could from the wrath of the pale dragon, fearing that next the dragons would try and burn them.
From the battlements she stared transfixed at the vast army as it charged through the broken and burning gate and rode into the castle and started to subdue anyone that tried to mount a defense.
At seeing the army charge into the castle, Arya hurried down from the battlements, and she took a refuge in one of the hidden alcoves she had found.
She ripped the face of Petyr pimple of her own and threw it away, it had no more use to her.
From the safety of the alcove, she could hear the thundering of the warhorse's hoofs, and the roars of the angry dragons.
Arya took a deep breath and exited the safety of the darkness and returned back into the dim courtyard that was filled with battle cries and screams of the Freys and the last of their guards. A passing Frey tried to run at one of the horse men that was a part of Jon´s army, and as quick as a snake, she stabbed him though his chest at a weak spot in his armor.
It was then when she saw him, he was astride a ink back warhorse, with the crown of Aegon the conqueror on his head and with a hand and a half valyrian steel sword in his hand, and she was sure that no man looked more Kingly than her favorite brother did at that moment.
She could see Ghost following him with Nymeria not far after them, as she ripped out a throat of a Frey that dared to go to close to Jon.
Again, the pale dragon flew over breathing out his fames and bringing the dark world around them light. The dragons where flying over the castle and breathing fire, but they didn't seem to be trying to hit anything, but only to add to the fear that the Freys were no doubt feeling.
She was drawn out of her thoughts by a cry, and she cursed herself to have been distracted by her happiness of seeing her brother again.
She could see Black Walder drag a young man of his horse, and there was murder in the eyes of the angry man who had killed his own brother. Without thinking, she rushed forward and slashed at the man´s throat with Needle, so it opened causing blood to spray all over the young man on the ground and staining his white and already red armor with blood.
The short young man stared at her with surprise in his eyes as he stuttered a thank you to her. But Arya was only half listening, her eyes immediately started to look for Jon, who had disappeared into the battle, along with Ghost and Nymeria.
The man stood up and he was pale from the shock of having almost died. "Thank you, my lady, I am eternally grateful for your help." The battle that had raged around them had mostly died down in their vicinity so they could talk without fearing that they would get stabbed.
"My name is Ser Japer Redfort, of house Redfort and the heir of lord Horton Redfort." She stared at him for a moment and she could only wonder at how many times this man could work the word Redfort into a conversation.
"May I inquire about your name my lady?" He spoke and the hopeful look lit up his face.
Arya gave him a long look as the green dragon flew from North to south and breathed out a furious emerald flame, making everything around them bathed in a green glow.
"I am Arya Stark of Winterfell."