~:The Bear And The Imp Fair:~
"I am not your enemy." The dwarf said sternly as he looked her straight in the eyes and lifted his hands to try and calm the situation. Arya could have cut the tension with Frost if she wanted to.
The bear suddenly looked up at her and stared, making her feel nervous. He looked quite tall and stocky and was built like a warrior. She knew that they couldn't touch her if she stayed out of range. And, she had Frost and wasn't afraid to use it. 'Fear cuts deeper than swords' She kept telling herself, trying to remain calm and in control of the situation.
Arya turned to point Frost at the bear, it's icy blue blade shimmered slightly in the low light. Arya was unsure what to do, think or even say. 'Seven hell's, where are you Darion?' She thought to herself as her eyes moved back to the dwarf, who was sat looking up at her still. "Who are you? Tell me!" She demanded, staring at him coldly.
"I'm not sure that this is the time or the place to explain my lady." The dwarf said as he pushed himself up awkwardly to his feet. He made no attempt to threaten her in any way. The bear just sat and watched on until Darion finally returned, much to Arya's relief.
"We have to leave, now." Darion said to Arya as he looked over at the bear and the dwarf. "Are you leaving these two behind?" He asked her as he made his way over to the cellar door, hoping that she would follow.
"I don't know?" She replied, looking undecided as she looked at the bear and then at the dwarf. "The dwarf knows who I am somehow?" She continued as the dwarf looked back at her, never taking his eyes off her.
"Make your mind up, it won't take long for the guards to find us down here." Darion said as he pushed open the heavy oak cellar door and poked his head out to see if their escape was clear. "Choose Arya."
"I can't speak for my friend over here but I grow tired of this place. The cold stone floor disagrees with me and there is a distinct lack of tits and wine." The dwarf said with a smile as the bear stood. "Take us with you Arya and I will answer all of your questions. I swear it by the old gods and the new." He continued as he turned serious for a moment. Arya could hear footsteps above them. The guards must be searching the kitchens, the cellar would be next.
"How can you help me?" Arya asked dubiously. She couldn't think of how two random slaves could be of any use to her, even if one of them did know who she was. She didn't come to free slaves, let alone take two with her.
"Arya please, hurry up!" Darion said as he signalled for her to make her mind up, clearly losing patience with her. "Make up your mind."
"We have common enemies my lady." The dwarf said taking a step forward as the footsteps overhead moved to the top of the cellar steps. Whoever it was would discover them in moments if they didn't move and move fast! "We can help each other." He continued.
"Don't make me regret this dwarf." Arya said quietly as she broke the dwarf's chain with Frost. She looked over at the bear and broke his chain too, much to his surprise. "Let's go, both of you."
They didn't need to be told twice and quickly scrambled through the cellar door and out into the alleyway. Darion closed the cellar door and wedged it shut so that nobody could follow them. They quickly fled into the alleyway and away from the house, trying to stick to the shadows where they could until they had put a little distance themselves and the house.
The dwarf struggled to keep up with his little legs, so Arya waited for him as the bear and Darion went their own way. She remembered the way back to the ship so she wasn't too concerned about being left behind. After a little while Arya figured that they were a safe distance from the house and that nobody was following them so she stopped to take off his slave collar. She really wanted to start questioning him there and then, but she knew that they would have plenty of time when they were safely aboard Sweet Lily and away from Yunkai.
Eventually Arya and the dwarf made it back to the docks which were still quite busy even for that time of night. Arya looked around to make sure that nobody was following them before leading him aboard Sweet Lily. She asked one of the crew if First Mate Darion had returned and he told her that Darion was waiting for them in Captain Forel's cabin.
Arya looked down at the dwarf as she started to walk to Captain Forel's cabin. "Let's go, then you can tell me how you know me." She said, curious to find out more about the dwarf.
"I will my lady, so long as I get to sit?" He replied as he rubbed the back of his thighs, he looked in pain. "The walk has made my legs cramp, must be my age finally catching up with me." He laughed a little.
Arya was in no mood for laughing and opened Captain Forel's cabin door before shoving the dwarf inside. Captain Forel was sat behind his desk with Maester Aemon sat to his left. Darion stood behind the bear, sword in hand. "Sorry we took so long." Arya said as she closed the door behind them.
"Maester Aemon, I never expected to see you again so soon." The dwarf said as he looked over at the elderly maester.
'You know Maester Aemon too?' Arya thought to herself, a little surprised.
"Tyrion Lannister? Is that really you?" Maester Aemon replied, clearly surprised to hear Tyrion's voice.
Arya looked down at the dwarf, she could feel her anger start to build and her wolf blood start to boil. Although Tyrion wasn't a name on her death prayer, he was still a Lannister and they were the enemy as far as she was concerned. "The imp? So that's how you know me? From Winterfell?" She asked as her fingers slid around the handle of Frost.
Tyrion was about to answer her question as Captain Forel spotted what she doing and stood. "Not here Arya, not on my ship!" He said sternly, glancing down to her hand.
"Fine!" Arya said through gritted teeth. She reluctantly released her grip on Frost as she glared down at Tyrion Lannister. "But, you can't stay on this ship forever imp!"
"Just so." Captain Forel said as he sat at his desk again to look over at the bear. "And who is this? A friend of yours imp?"
"This is..." Tyrion started before being interrupted by the bear.
"I can speak for myself dwarf." He said gruffly as he looked over towards Tyrion. Tyrion simply nodded and let him continue. "I am Jorah Mormont."
Maester Aemon nodded to himself. "Most unexpected. Ser Jorah, your father was a great man. He led The Night's Watch with honor. We should talk, there are things you need to hear."
"Who are you old man?" Jorah asked, looking at Maester Aemon suspiciously.
"I am Maester Aemon of The Night's Watch. I knew you father for many years." He squinted over to him, nodding his wrinkled head slightly.
Arya decided that she didn't need to be there to hear what Maester Aemon had to say to the bear, and she was tired. She excused herself and left Captain Forel's cabin to head to her own to get some sleep.
"Lady Arya wait, we should talk too." Tyrion said as he waddled after her, following her out of Captain Forel's cabin.
Arya stopped and turned to glare at him. "I have nothing to say to you Lannister. If I had known who you really were, I would have slit your throat back in that cellar." She turned to walk back to her cabin, slamming the door shut behind her and locking it. She was angry but decided to go to bed and deal with Tyrion in the morning. 'Perhaps I'll slit your throat and throw you overboard when nobody is looking' She thought to herself with a smile as she lay on her bed, closing her eyes. Her death prayer had a new name tonight. 'Cersei, Walder Frey, The Imp...'
After an uneasy night Arya woke late the next morning. Sweet Lily had already set sail and Yunkai was almost out of sight already. She made her way to break her fast with some of the crew, sitting in her usual spot in the corner to eat her favorite, porridge. She spotted Tyrion who was laughing and joking with a few of the crew but tried her best to ignore him. After her restless night she was a little grumpy and in no mood for him.
Unfortunately he spotted her and waddled over to sit opposite her, climbing up clumsily onto the wooden bench. "Lady Arya, we should talk. I'm really not your enemy."
Arya continued to eat her food, never looking at him as she tried to ignore him. She wanted nothing to do with him. She hated the Lannister's, she hated all of the Lannisters!
"Why are you all the way out here?" He asked her, trying to make eye contact with her. "Everyone thought that you were dead, even your sister."
"What do you know of my sister?" She snapped at him suddenly, as she looked up to glare a hole right through him. "And you are my enemy, you're a Lannister!"
Tyrion looked a little taken back by her angry outburst. "I'm not your enemy, I had nothing to do with any of the terrible things that happened to your family. Back in King's Landing I tried to protect your sister from Joffrey." He paused for a brief moment to take a sip from his wine. "I didn't want to marry her any more than she wanted to marry me."
'When did that happen?' She thought to herself. Arya couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Sansa would never marry you. You're lying!" She said, knowing that Sansa had always dreamed of marrying a prince or a highborn lord. She would never agree to marry a Lannister, especially the imp.
Tyrion shook his head, he clearly thought that Arya already knew of the marriage between him and her sister. "We had no choice, we were both forced into it by my father."
"You're lying!" She stood and glared down at him. Her wolf blood was starting to boil and if it wasn't for the promise that she had made to Captain Forel she would have been climbing over the table and poking holes in him with Frost.
"I'm not lying. I swear it by the old gods and the new, I never touched her." The look on Tyrion's scarred face and the tone of his voice told her that he was telling the truth. But he was a Lannister and Arya was determined to never trust a Lannister again for the rest of her life.
This was too much for Arya and she flipped her food at him, covering him in porridge before throwing her water over him in anger and storming towards the door.
"Why is it that nobody ever believes a dwarf?" She could hear Tyrion say to one of the crew before leaving, slamming the door behind her. She felt so angry as she walked back to her cabin to fetch Needle so that she could practice her Water Dance on deck. 'Stupid dwarf, some day I'll stick you with Needle and fill you full of holes'
Arya practiced her Water Dance on deck and as usual several of the crew watched her. She didn't mind though and was used to them watching her by now. Water Dancing calmed her wolf blood as she practiced. At least it did until she noticed that Tyrion had joined in with some of the crew and sat watching her while drinking wine. At first she tried to ignore him and concentrated on her routine. She remembered Syrio telling her that when she was troubled that was the best time to train.
"Impressive my lady, you fight like a true Braavosi." Tyrion said as she slid Needle back into her belt and tried to walk away from him.
'I have nothing to say to you' She thought to herself, biting her lower lip to hold her tongue as she continued to walk away, trying her best to ignore him. 'Why won't you just leave me alone?'
Much to her annoyance he followed her. "I want to apologise for earlier, I thought that you knew of Sansa and I." He said to her as she stopped to look out to sea. She wondered why Sansa hadn't told her any of this back in The Eyrie, but then remembered that she was Jayne Snow, not Arya back then. She couldn't blame Sansa for not wanting to talk about it either, especially to a bastard servant girl.
"How could I have known?" She snapped as she turned to face him, her thumb rubbing over the smooth pommel of Needle. "I was fleeing for my life. I thought all of my family were killed and my home destroyed."
Tyrion looked a little unnerved and took a step back. "Of course, how stupid of me." He muttered to himself before composing himself. She could see that he was really trying, but she wasn't interested in being his friend or his ally. He was a Lannister and all Lannister's were enemies in her Stark eyes.
"I really should thank you for freeing me my lady." He continued before taking a sip of wine from his cup.
"Stop calling me that." She snapped angrily at him. If she hadn't given her word to Captain Forel she would have ran him through there and then with Needle, her wolf blood was now boiling more than ever.
"My apologies." He said almost sarcastically before taking another sip of his wine. "Lady Sansa told me many times that you always hated being called a lady and having to act like one. I see now what she meant." He smiled up at her before continuing. "You know, being a slave is most disagreeable. The hours are long, the work is terrible and the pay? Well, there is no pay or wine or whores for that matter." He continued, trying to lighten the mood.
Arya had heard enough and before she knew it she had drawn Needle and pointed it at his throat, backing him up against the side of the ship. He raised his hands and looked at her calmly. "If I hear one more word..." She suddenly stopped as she felt a firm hand on her slender shoulder.
"That's enough Arya, you gave your word to the captain remember?" First Mate Darion said as he looked down sternly at her before glancing at Needle.
Arya looked up at him and reluctantly slid Needle back into her belt before giving Tyrion a cold hard stare. Tyrion nodded up in appreciation to Darion before quickly taking his leave. Arya felt so angry and decided to add Tyrion to the top of her death prayer. She might not be able to kill him aboard Sweet Lily, but when they reached Meereen she would get an opportunity and she was determined to take it.
"You shouldn't let him get to you like that Arya?" Darion said to her, concern written all over his face.
Arya looked up at him and frowned a little, feeling frustrated. "That's easy for you to say."
Darion couldn't help but laugh at her response and pulled her into a hug, almost squeezing the breath out of her. "You truly are a little wolf and just as wild as one."
Arya decided to spend most of the afternoon up in the crows nest, but she wasn't up there to keep watch. It had become her favorite place to relax and think things over as she wouldn't be disturbed by anyone up there, especially the imp as he couldn't climb up there with his short arms and legs. She wanted to try and avoid him until they reached Meereen, where she would choose her moment to kill him.
She couldn't decide how she was going to kill him. Maybe she would stab him in the heart with Needle or maybe through the neck like she had done to Polliver. 'Maybe I should just open his throat when he sleeps?' Was another idea that ran through her head. 'Or slip some poison into his wine?'
It had been a few days since she had last seen Nymeria, so that night she went below deck to see her direwolf. She stopped by the kitchen first, taking a raw goat leg with her as a treat. Nymeria eagerly ate it, crunching on the bone as Arya sat and watched her. "I bet your ready to get out of here and run free again aren't you?" She asked her, watching as Nymeria finished off the rest of the goats leg, cracking the last of the bones in her powerful jaws.
"That's a fine animal you have there." She heard Jorah say before turning to face him, she din't hear him enter. Nymeria looked up and moved to sit by Arya, she didn't seem bothered by him.
"Her name is Nymeria. I've had her since she was a pup." Arya said as she scratched behind Nymeria's ear.
"After Queen Nymeria of the Royne?" Jorah asked her as he leaned against the wooden wall of the cargo hold. Nymeria didn't seem to mind him at all so Arya knew that he wasn't a threat.
"Yes." She smiled up at him as Nymeria lay so that Arya could stroke along her back like she used to do back in Winterfell in her chamber. Her mother had always told her not to let Nymeria into her chamber but Arya always liked to keep Nymeria close, even letting her sleep at the foot of her bed.
"So what's your story? How did you end up with the imp?" She asked, curious to find out more about him. She could tell even back in the cellar of the slaver's house that he didn't get along too well with Tyrion. She wanted to know more about him, maybe even why Maester Aemon seemed so interested in him.
Jorah sat and took a deep breath before telling her how Ned Stark had exiled him for selling slaves of his own and why he had sold them. He told her of how he had first met with Daenarys and the journey he had across Essos with her. He told her of how the dragons came to be, their arrival in Meereen, his eventual exile and then his capture of Tyrion to try to get back into favor with Daenerys. He told her how they were both captured by slavers and then sold, Arya's rescue of them and everything in between.
Arya listened, captivated by his every word. She agreed with her fathers decision to exile him for selling slaves, but his knowledge of Daenerys and Meereen could prove to be very valuable. Arya made up her mind to put that difference aside for now, there were bigger things at stake than something Jorah had done in the past. "Did you hate my father for exiling you?" She asked, glancing up at him as she continued to stroke along Nymeria's back.
Jorah looked at her for a moment. "Ned Stark was an honorable man. The punishment was just." He replied, dodging her question.
Arya knew that he was just trying to be polite and felt a little anxious. "Do you hate me too?" She asked, wondering if he felt the same way about her.
Jorah shook his head. "No. You are not your father. Besides, you freed me, I owe you a debt."
Arya shook her head. "You don't owe me anything." She smiled over at him before continuing. "Do you know why Maester Aemon and I are all the way out here?" She asked, curious to know what he and Maester Aemon had spoken about.
"I do. I wish to help you, but I fear Daenerys may execute me if I return to Meereen." He replied, explaining how he had at first spied on her and sent letters to Varys in King's Landing to try and earn a royal pardon.
Arya's heart sank, it seemed to her that nothing was ever straight forward. "But we have to at least try?"
Jorah nodded. "Aye, we do." He agreed, clearly knowing how much danger he was going to be putting himself in by returning to Meereen. He understood as Arya did that Daenerys must take the Iron Throne and unite the Seven Kingdom's at all costs, even if it meant his life.
For the next few days Arya managed to avoid Tyrion completely by either staying in her cabin to read about Meereen. She wanted to know as much as she could as it may help her mission. Other times she would sit on her bed and sharpen Needle and Frost with her whet stone, thinking of what may lay ahead. If the weather was fair she climbed up to the crow's nest to keep watch or chat with whichever crew member was on duty.
The night before they docked at Meereen she decided to go and search for Tyrion, eventually finding him in the cargo hold asleep on some rags. Strangely nymeria didn't seem to mind him at all. She sneaked up to him 'as quiet as a shadow' and silently pulled Needle from her leather belt, pointing it at his neck. She applied a little pressure, enough to draw blood and it woke him.
"Lady Arya?" He said calmly, though the look on his face was anything but calm as he looked up at her.
"We should arrive in Meereen on the morrow. This will be your last night in this world dwarf, so I want you to know something before I kill you." Arya glared down angrily at Tyrion, hate in her grey Stark eyes, her wolf blood boiling as anger filled the hole where her heart used to be. The hole where Winterfell, her mother, her father and Robb should be.
"I wish that you wouldn't kill me. I prefer to live" Tyrion said as he looked up at her. She couldn't tell what he was thinking. "Will you at least hear me out first?"
Arya pulled Needle back from his neck and flicked it across his left cheek to cut him. It wasn't a deep cut but it still hurt him. Arya could tell as she watched him wince and quickly hold it with his hand.
"That will leave a scar." He said as he pulled his hand away to look at the blood on his palm. "I seem to be good at collecting those."
Arya glared angrily at him and pressed the tip of Needle over his chest where his heart was and applied a little pressure. She really wanted to keep pressing, but somehow managed to resist, though she couldn't say how. 'I won't break my promise to Captain Forel, not even for you dwarf' She told herself.
Tyrion made no attempt to escape or fight back. "Fine, what do you wish to tell me?" He said, resigned to the hopeless position that he was in.
"Your father is dead." She said with a smile on her face, trying to get a rise from him. "I opened his throat and looked down on him as he died."
"I believe I owe you another debt of gratitude my lady. My father was a terrible man and an even worse father." Tyrion replied with a smile on his scarred face. "In fact I should imagine most of the Seven Kingdoms will want to thank you for killing him."
Arya wasn't too shocked to hear his response, she remembered that Jaime Lannister had once said the same thing when they had fought outside of Riverrun. It was also no secret that Lord Tywin had always despised Tyrion and that Tyrion felt the same way about his father. "Your brother Jaime said the same thing before he died." She replied, knowing that she would get a different response from him this time.
"Jaime..." Tyrion's face changed to one of anger, hearing that his older brother was dead. He shook his head in disbelief. "Did you kill him?" He asked, though he thought that he knew the answer already. "How?"
Arya twisted Needle a little and applied a little more pressure. She watched as Tyrion screwed his face up as he struggled with the pain that she was inflicting on him. "I'm going to kill you next and then I'm going to kill your bitch sister." She replied, avoiding his questions as she released the pressure on him slightly.
"Everyone in the Seven Kingdom's would thank you for her death. Let me live and I'll help you kill her myself." Tyrion responded, taking Arya a little by surprise. She knew that Tyrion and Cersei didn't like each other very much, even she noticed that back in Winterfell during King Robert's visit. Arya never expected him to offer to help kill her, it took her totally by surprise.
Arya thought for a few moments and slid Needle back into her belt after backing away from him. "I'll see you on the morrow imp." She said before slipping out of the door and returning to her cabin. After locking her door and storing Needle safely under her bed next to Frost she stripped down to her small clothes before getting into bed and saying her death prayer. 'Tyrion Lannister, Queen Cersei, Walder Frey...'
Arya woke in the night as she heard the alarm had been raised. She quickly dressed and clipped Frost to her belt before picking up Needle and going out on deck to see what was wrong. Some of the crew were rushing around and putting out all of the torches, which she found very strange. She also noticed a few of the other crew members had gathered near the front of the ship and were looking at something in the distance.
She quickly walked over and soon spotted First Mate Darion. "What's wrong?" She asked him as she looked up at him.
"Look." He replied as he pointed into the distance, never taking his eyes from the sky.
Arya looked over to where Darion had pointed. At first she thought that she was looking for a shooting star or a perhaps a comet, then she saw what was causing all of the alarm. "Is that..." She started to ask, her mouth open in astonishment.
"A dragon." Jorah replied calmly, placing his hand firmly on her slender shoulder.
Arya watched as the dragon flew in the distance. It was hard to see any real detail because of the distance and the low light, but it couldn't be anything other than a dragon and a big dragon at that. Occasionally it swooped down before flying high and circling once more. After a while the crew members and Jorah went back to bed or back to their duties, but the torches were kept out so that they didn't draw the dragon's attention.
Arya decided to climb up to the crows nest for a better look, eager to see more of the dragon. 'Wait until I tell you about this Sansa' Arya thought to herself with a smile as she climbed. When she finally reached the crow's nest she saw that one of the younger crew members was on watch that night. He wasn't keeping much of a lookout though, he was ducking down and hiding. "Why are you hiding?" She asked him as she crouched in front of him, thinking that he was craven.
"It's coming this way!" He replied. He was clearly terrified and was visibly trembling as he sat hugging his knees like a small child.
Arya's heart suddenly raced. She turned to where the dragon had been flying and it was true, it was flying directly at them. Now that it was much closer Arya could see that it was a black dragon and it was huge. She looked down at the sailor as she stood, then looked back up to the sky as the dragon flew overhead. The shadow it cast from the pale moonlight covered the entire ship. Arya was terrified, but she remained stood up so that she didn't look craven in front of the cowering sailor. 'Fear cuts deeper than swords'
The next morning Arya woke a little later than usual after waking in the night to see the black dragon. It was just like Old Nan had described them in her stories. To her disappointment it had been another dreamless night and she couldn't wait to let Nymeria roam free again and maybe have another wolf dream. To run free and hunt and chase her prey and feed again like the little wolf she claimed to be.
After dressing and breaking her fast with Darion she went to practice her Water Dance on deck. Jorah watched on silently as she practiced her routine, he looked impressed with her skill. She could hear Syrio's voice in her head as she trained. 'As swift as a deer, as fast as a snake'
"Impressive." Jorah said after she had finished and slid Needle into her belt. "Like a true Braavosi." He added as she walked up to him smiling proudly.
"Yes, it's Water Dancing." She replied as she walked with him to the front of the ship. Meereen was fast approaching and Arya looked over to see several pyramids. The largest pyramid had a flag flying above it, a large black flag with a red three headed dragon emblazoned on it. Arya knew from her history lessons with Maester Luwin that it was the Targaryen sigil. "That's where we'll find Daenerys isn't it?" She asked Jorah as she pointed over to the large pyramid.
"Yes, the Great Pyramid of Meereen. That is where Daenerys holds her court and where we will get to talk to her, though it may not be as simple as that." Jorah replied as he looked out at the Great Pyramid that dominated the city of Meereen.
"Was that one of her dragons we saw last night?" Arya asked, a little excited to have seen a real living dragon with her own eyes. The dragon skulls in King's Landing was one thing, but a real life dragon was something else. She couldn't wait to see the dragons up close and maybe tell Sansa and Jon about it one day, maybe Bran and Rickon too if she ever met up with them again. "It was huge and black, I saw as it flew overhead."
Jorah looked at Arya and nodded. "Yes. The black one is called Drogon. Easily the largest and most powerful of her three dragons."
"And the other two?" Arya asked, curious to find out more.
"Rhaegal, a green dragon and Viserion, a white dragon. Both are fierce creatures but neither are as wild or as fierce as Drogon." Jorah replied before he turned to see that First Mate Darion was approaching.
"Maester Aemon wishes to speak with you both in Captain Forel's cabin." He said to them before turning to walk towards Captain Forel's cabin.
Arya and Jorah followed Darion into Captain Forel's cabin to see Maester Aemon and Tyrion were sat talking. Arya felt angry seeing Tyrion and her thumb brushed over the smooth pommel of Needle.
"They are here." Darion said to Maester Aemon who looked up and squinted at them as they entered.
"Come, sit." Maester Aemon said softly. "We must talk before we reach Meereen and seek out Daenerys."
Arya glared at Tyrion as she sat with Jorah sitting next to her. Just the sight of Tyrion made her feel so much anger. 'Why didn't I just leave you in that cellar?' She asked herself as her wolf blood started to boil.
"Tyrion and I have been discussing the situation with Daenerys. I know of your hatred towards him Arya, but you must promise me that you won't kill him."
Arya frowned, feeling a little frustrated. "I can't promise you that. He's a Lannister and he can't be trusted." She tried to argue, even though she knew that it was no use. Maester Aemon was a very wise old man and she knew in her heart that he wouldn't have asked this of her unless it was important.
"Tyrion knows of King's Landing, The Red Keep and it's secrets better than any of us. When the time comes to take King's Landing this information will prove valuable." Maester Aemon answered. "Even with three dragons and an army of unsullied, taking King's Landing won't be easy and it will take time and cost many lives, including many innocents. If Mathis is correct that is ime and men that we don't have. It is vitally important to take King's Landing as quickly as possible and to march north to The Wall and castle Black before it is too late."
"My nephew Tommen rules as king now, but with my father out of the way it is Cersei who holds all of the real power." Tyrion added.
Arya looked at Tyrion, knowing that he told it true. She knew that Cersei would never give up King's Landing or the Iron Throne. "What do you suggest?" She asked, curious to see what plan they had come up with.
"If we kill my sister, Tommen will do the right thing by the Seven Kingdoms, I will talk to him and make him listen." Tyrion answered.
"How do you suggest we do that?" Arya asked. She liked the sound of his plan so far, a chance to kill Cersei was something that she was very much interested in and if it meant taking King's Landing without much of a fight it would save a lot of time.
"There are hidden ways into The Red Keep. We sneak in and kill her, cut the head from the snake and King's Landing will fall." Tyrion smiled, he seemed as excited about it as Arya was.
"Arya, do you promise not to kill Tyrion?" Maester Aemon asked her, squinting over at her. "There are bigger things at stake than a personal vendetta, don't you agree?"
Arya thought for a moment as she looked over at Tyrion, she knew that Maester Aemon was right. There were bigger things at stake, much bigger things. "How do we know that we can trust him?"
"Cersei wants me dead. She blames me for Joffrey's death. She's wanted me dead my entire life. I want to kill her before she gets the chance to kill me." Tryion replied. "I am on your side Arya."
"Did you kill Joffrey?" Arya asked, curious to find out if the rumor that she had heard in King's Landing was true or not.
Tyrion shook his head. "No, but I wish that I had."
'Me too' Arya wished that she had killed Joffrey too, or at least been there to see it happen. She had never forgiven him for that day by the river with her friend the butcher's boy and wished that she had killed him when she took Joffrey's sword before throwing it into the river. She definitely hadn't forgiven him for her fathers execution, asking for his head like it was some kind of game.
Arya hated Tyrion but she hated Cersei even more so she reluctantly agreed. "I won't kill you." She said as she looked at Tyrion. 'I'll just kill you after this is all done' She thought to herself.