Arya slipped out the window onto the terrace without a sound. She wiped most of the blood from her hands on her apron and headed down the stone steps without looking back. The deed was done. The old woman had never suspected Arya was anyone other than her household cook. The night was cool and clear, Arya had a view of the city lights. Candles and lanterns lit the windows of many homes and of temples and shops as well. No one took notice of the common looking young woman who travelled the streets that night, not even of the blood on her hands. Arya was nearly invisible. Quiet as a shadow.
She passed many travellers on her way across the city. The sort of people out this time of night were all lowborn, servants, sailors, whores, slaves, and thieves and pirates come ashore. It would take many hours to reach home on the other side of the city. It had taken several days to infiltrate the household and get close enough to her target. Now that it was done, she only wanted to get home to Tari and Mara and Jaime. Jaime. Why had she invited him to stay? She had meant to kill him the first night on the ship. That was the reason she had wanted to sleep on the floor, to stay alert enough that he would sleep first. On the bed, exhaustion claimed her and she didn't carry out her plan that night.
She didn't know what had stopped her from killing him in the following days. Part of her had to admit that she had been entertained by his wit. And she had enjoyed having someone in her life who knew her as Arya, a connection to her past. Then when he saved her from drowning, the night of the storm, she had gotten her determination to kill him for a time. It wasn't too late now, was it?
Arya was still undecided on the fate of Jaime Lannister by the time she reached her home. As she approached she saw that the common room was lit up, the front door open, broken. Something was very wrong. Picking up her speed, she ran the rest of the way up the hill.
Inside were three dead bodies, but most of the blood came from a fourth. Tari knelt over Jaime Lannister on the floor, his leg bleeding profusely as well as a wound in his lower ribs.