Hi everyone,

New mini story from me that will focus on Arya & Tywin.

Basically it starts with what I think would happen if Tywin and Arya reunited at Winterfell just before the Long Night and I think it will have 4 chapters to it so lets say it won't end with the Long Night.

Enjoy :)

Chapter 1: The Last Night

The Night the Night King attacks Winterfell (The Long Night)

Winterfell, Seat of power of House Stark in the North, Capital of the Kingdom of the North

Tywin stomped through the doorway to his chambers. His sons had just declared their intension to drink the evening away until the Night King attacked.

Fools, Tywin cursed as he charged through the small solar, aiming to get as much sleep as possible before he was forced to fight for his life against undead ice creatures.

But he spotted something; or rather he spotted something was missing.

His late grandson's Valyrian sword Widow's Wail had been resting on the top of his study desk before Jaime had knocked on his door with Tyrion in tow demanding a final family meeting before their fates were played out.

Tywin felt a cold shiver run down his back as he stood stationary in the middle of the Northern solar. Only a few candles were illuminating the conjoined chambers of the study and the sleeping area.

"I am going to need that sword soon," Tywin announced to the still darkness that engulfed his chambers.

"It isn't yours," the darkness replied.

Tywin noted it was a young female voice that had replied but that didn't stop him placing his palm on the hilt of his dagger.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," the voice said sounding much closer than it had before.

Tywin quickly realised why and spun around but as he did, he came face to face with the missing blade.

The point pressed into his throat. He kept his hand where it was on the dagger but the weapon stayed in his belt.

But it wasn't the sharp point of the Valyrian sword that held his attention but the face of the small woman that wielded it.

He knew her.

"Girl?"

"That's right my Lord," Arya smirked back.

Tywin saw beyond the sharp edge of Widow's Wail and took in her appearance, the fine tunic, the expertly crafted knifes that were half hidden by her fur trimmed cloak.

She was no stonemason's daughter.

"Who are you?"

Arya grinned as she kept the Old Lion at bay with part of her father's sword.

"I am Arya Stark of Winterfell and if you don't drop that dagger, I am going to slice your throat open."

A few seconds later the sound of the dagger clanging on the hard-stone floor echoed around the candle lit chambers.

"Loyalty," Tywin mumbled recalling their conversations in Harrenhal, "Very clever."

"Thank you," Arya responded as she kicked the dropped dagger so it slid underneath the paper strewn study desk without moving the point of Window's Wail from Tywin's throat.

"I wasn't responsible for your father's death," Tywin said soberly.

"No just my mothers, my brother's, his wife and unborn child," Arya shot straight back with a deadly edge to her voice.

"I won't deny it," Tywin said unapologetically standing his ground, "A few dozen lives lost in exchange for thousands."

"It isn't about the numbers-"

"It is always about the numbers, how many daughters, sisters and mothers were saved from the grief you are feeling now because of my actions?" Tywin continued to reason.

"None of them currently have a sword to your neck," Arya growled back avoiding the calculation in Lion Lord's words.

"Indeed," Tywin agreed now ever wary of the metal biting into his throat and fully expecting it to taste his blood in the coming seconds.

But those seconds came and went as the two highborns stared at each other.

Cold grey eyes drilling into the gleaming green ones.

"You clearly came here to retrieve your father's sword and kill me with it so what are you waiting for?" Tywin barked out almost indifferently.

If he was going to die tonight, he would rather it be at the hands of someone he respected and begrudgingly the little girl in front of him fit into that small category of people.

Arya kept the Valyrian sword resting at the tall Lord's neck and Tywin saw that her sword hand was strong but still she hesitated.

"My intention was to just take back my father's sword."

Tywin appraised the young Stark Lady, "Ah but then I walked in and you saw an opportunity to right a wrong."

"To cross a name of my list actually."

Tywin's questioning eyes showed he did not understand.

But that wasn't Arya's concern she quickly flipped over the sword in her hands so that the handle was now offered to Tywin.

"We are most likely all going to die tonight by the hand of an army of the undead. I fight with the living and we need all the soldiers we can get," Arya said answering the wary look on the Old Lion's face.

Tywin rolled his shoulders to release the tension that he had held throughout the encounter as he looked down curiously at the offered pommel.

"I thought your intension was to take back your father's sword?"

"I still will but as you said before you will be needing it soon and we find ourselves on the same side for once so I will allow you to keep it until this battle is over."

"Once this battle is over we may all be dead," Tywin pointed out still appraising the petite woman who stood confidently before him.

"Valar Morghulis," Arya shrugged still holding out the Valyrian blade by the metal.

Tywin's hand gripped the sword pommel and for a second the thought of ramming the sword through little Arya Stark flashed though his mind. The thought was dismissed as quickly as it had come for the same reason she had stayed her hand a few moments ago. Every living person was needed to fight the Night King if anyone was going to live to see another sunset.

"Valar Dohaeris," Tywin said as he let the sword fall to his side.

Arya's eyes widened at his response.

"You aren't the only one to have travelled to Braavos," Tywin said knowingly.

Arya gave a brief nod before backing towards the exit and saying to the heavy wooden door that now faced her, "Good luck in the coming battle my Lord."

Before Tywin could answer in kind the door was opened and shut leaving Tywin to wonder what the little Lady's story was that led her from Harrenhal to Braavos then back to Winterfell.

If they both survived the coming battle, he might even be tempted to exchange the sword in his hand for the girl's story.

Author's Notes:

Thanks for reading guys! Short I know but let me know what you thought of the first chapter :)

Next Up: The Night King descends on Winterfell and the living clash with the undead.