Arya
With one eye open, Arya looked at the door after hearing it being rapidly knocked.
"Arya?" The unknown person behind the door kept saying her name until she got out of bed and shouted,
"Hold on." Arya quickly got dressed into her black leather clothes, and also putting her needle and valerian knife in her sheef and twisted open the knob on her chambers door. "Yes?" Arya said before meeting the Maestor of Shorleen, a castle that Arya had discovered after months on sea. Arya's discovery of this land, this country, was all but the same of Westoros, there's a king, there's lords, there's citadels, there's God's. But, this country is more civilised, less murder and war. They called the country Yuland.
"Oh, good morning Maestor Carm." Arya said,
"Good morning, Arya. I have a letter here for you, sent by a raven across West-East Sea." Maester Carm said, handing the letter into Arya's hands.
"Thanks." Arya took the letter before returning into her chambers.
Due to Arya's discovery, she sent a raven back to Westoros, informing Bran and also the Citadel about the new land she had found. Arya then went to the king's city, the capital Ravinpool, and met the king called Frederick Felston. There, she held a formal meeting, telling the king who she was, and that there's land across the sea. The king was reluctant, and asked for proof, Arya requested he come visit the land, and meet with the king of Westoros. Frederick finally agreed, but asked his trusted advisors to go instead, and confirm it for themselves. The advisors began to think that Arya was lying, well, that's what Arya was scared of, as it took them longer to get to Westoros then it did to get to Yuland. As planned, Brandon met the advisors, and told them they're a peaceful country and want to make an alliance, they have different gold, different cultures and religions and that they will do trade if one country is struggling. The alliance has been going strong for five years.
Arya sat on the seat near her desk and began to unravel the wolf sygil letter. The letter read,
"Arya,
I hope this finds you well across the deep sea, I want to see you again. You keep saying you wont go back to Westoros, but you've came back before after saying that. We're holding a feast at Winterfell, our home, Jon will be coming and so will Bran, Bran is hosting it, surprisingly. Please, sister, come back home again, the North needs you. It'll be five years since the dead came marching for us at Winterfell, and five years since you killed the Night King. I hope this reaches you in time, I know it takes over a month to travel back to Westoros. Safe travels.
Your sister, Sansa."
Arya looked up and smirked, she thought about Winterfell, how she used to run around in the woods thinking she was the biggest adventurer of all time, and how she would look up to her father one the decking and he'll look down and give a fatherly smile. Arya took no time to waste.
She grabbed her brown leather bag, filled with all her goods, her faces and weapons, then leaped out of the room quickly. She ran down the spindle stairs, ran through the crowded castle streets and to the docks, where the ship she had originally brought to Yuland was sat, floating delicately like a frog on a pod. "Captain!" Arya shouted, knowing that the captain who is licensed to helm all the boats docked.
"Hey hey, Lady Stark, you going on an adventurrre?" The Captain returned, with his old grey beard almost waving to his knees,
"We're going to Westoros, on the Direstorm," Arya said, losing breath.
"Well...er, I have to say goodbye to me family see," The Captain said,
"You don't have a family," Arya replied and ran onto the the boat.
"Well, I do, yes...It's called the pub," The Captain mumbled to himself, "Right, off I go again."
Arya went towards the bow of the ship and looked out into the sea, with a gushing smile on her face. She wanted this for a long time, she wanted to see her family again. And as the waves kept crashing into the bottom of the boat, and the distant children's screaming voices were heard fading, Arya knew she was off already.
