The ride to Winterfell was slow but I didn't mind at all.

Arya Stark of Winterfell rarely spoke to me in the beginning. She'd send side long glances and scowls when I asked a question. It did not deter me from speaking though. I'm stubborn in that way. Also, the woman intrigues me like no other. She reminds me of Lydia and mother. So wild and dangerous.

Eventually she gave in to my questioning. She told me of her Faceless Man training and her list. She told me about Sansa being the lady of Winterfell in Jon Snow's absence. When I found out that Daenerys left shortly after me, I blanched.

She hadn't waited long at all to set out for Dragonstone. How long had I been traveling on the sea and traversing the lands of Westeros? I don't know. All I remember is days flowing together seamlessly.

We came through the gates finally without a hitch. The guards at the gate seemed to be weary of Arya and looked upon me in fear. My large stature upon my black horse. My large weapon hanging from my back. I smirked discreetly as the people whispered about who I might be.

"I will take you to Sansa," Arya said, hopping off her horse. I suppress a laugh at how the beast dwarfs her and do the same. "Lord Baelish whispers in her ear. He is not to be trusted at all. Remember that."

She turned on her heel gracefully. Leaving me to lumber behind her with a confused expression. I'd only heard whispers of Lord Baelish and his scheming. I'd have his head if he threatened the Starks...

This Arya Stark especially.

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Arya knocked upon Sansa's door and quickly barged in. I followed instinctively but felt bad. Sansa stared at us in outrage and a bit of fear. A large man she doesn't know, armed to the teeth, just barged in on her. That made me feel like a shite but I do have business here to attended to.

"What is the meaning of this," Lady Sansa said standing. I can't help but grin a little as her eyes bulge at me.

She is beautiful like I'd imagined a Stark woman to be. Tall and statuesque with red hair. Sharp features adorn her face and make her look like every bit of the lady she is. Despite this, she does not attract me. Wild beauty is what I like, it seems. A woman that more embodies a wolf more than anything else.

"This is Lord Oerion Skuldafn of Wintersbane. His home was overtaken by the whitewalkers," Arya said, standing in front of me. I could see directly over her head which amused me more than the title she gave me.

"He's come to warn the other Lords and Ladies. To pledge his loyalty to Jon's cause and help us kill the Night King."

Sansa stared at her sister and then at me incredulously. No doubt she couldn't believe the myths of my house are real. Her expression turned solemn though. A certain acceptance shone through her visage. I feel relief immediately.

"Well, I suppose that if the Night King lives then the "Dragons Beyond the Wall" do as well," she sighed. I nodded slowly and relaxed my stance behind Arya. "Do you have any men to fight with us?"

I sighed heavily and shook my head.

"No, my sister and I are the only two that got out of Wintersbane alive. She is with Daenerys Targaryen in Dragonstone as we speak, my lady. Once convinced of the threat, I know her armies and dragons with be behind the cause."

They both looked at me in surprise. I hadn't told Arya this for a reason. I didn't know how she felt about Daenerys even though I should've asked at the time. Seeing as Jon is there, there shouldn't be much opposition to my sister being there.

"Lydia and I pledged our allegiance to house Targaryen so that she could help with the Night King when we asked for it. Having Jon there will help as well," I said, crossing my bare arms.

They seemed to understand my reasoning so far. As Sansa opened her mouth to speak, the door burst open again. I turned around defensively and guarded the two sisters with my body as best I could.

Lord Baelish gapes at me like I was a fairy. Well, more like a giant. The small man has to look up at me.

"I apologize for interrupting...my lord. I need to speak with lady Sansa."

I straightened up and hid my disgust at his mere presence. Something in this man's eyes spoke of secrets and plans. The way he examines me is obviously calculating. I won't let him try to manipulate Sansa and especially little Arya.

"Yes, of course, Lord Baelish," I said, looking back at Arya and Sansa. My eyes conveyed my warning. Sansa understood and nodded discreetly. "Arya and I will be on our way."

I grabbed Arya's hand boldly and began pulling her out of the room. My armored chest bumped the smaller man harshly as I squeezed past.

"My lord? May I ask your name," the shrewd man asked. I stopped for a moment and stared into his eyes fiercely. He flinched back minutely.

"Lord Oerion," I said scowling. Arya tugged my hand in vain. "There are many eyes around here, my lord. You should beware. Some are forged of Blood and Fear."

I turned away and let go of Arya's hand. We walked away from the idiot seething silently.

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Lydia Dragonborn of House Skuldafn. My sister and equal in all things. I have made it to Winterfell. Just as I know that Jon Snow, the King in the North, has made it to you. They know about the Night King and his minions just as we do. I'm sure you know this.

Let Daenerys know about our real status and what happened to our house. We need to let her know what we've seen and our lineage. She will trust in you and not be afraid of our growing powers.

And, tell her that Cersei has plans to unite with Euron Greyjoy to destroy her ships from what our acquaintance in Kings Landing says. Be weary of Casterly Rock. I just have a bad feeling about it. Tell her to think like a lion surround by wolves. What would she do to stay alive? To keep her name alive?

I also must say that I've met someone. Jon Snow's sister, Arya Stark of Winterfell. She is so much like you, Lyd. She's wild and fierce like mother too. A killer just like us. A Faceless Man, Lydia. I never imagined meeting one, let alone wanting one. I feel this need, not to protect her, but to fight beside her always. I'm fucking insane. I don't know her at all.

Anyway, burn this letter. Let Daenerys know I wrote and that I'm alive. I love you very much and I want you to be safe. Use the Thu'um if you have to. For we came into the world roaring as dragons and we will leave it in the same fashion.

Oerion Dragonborn of House Skuldafn.

In Blood and Fear.

I rolled the letter up gently. Then I melted the red wax I bought from one of the stores here in Winterfell. I took my ring off and dipped it into the hot wax. My father had made us both a ring with our sigil when we were fourteen. The lone dragon in the shape of a diamond appeared as I pressed it to the letter and sealed it.

I blew the wax gently until it cooled. My lips spread into a smile as I looked upon my houses sigil. Almost extinct. Barely living except through me and my sister. Hope blossoms in my chest. Everything is settling into place.

"For a warrior, you don't pay attention much," Arya said from behind me. Her voice is smooth and almost amused.

My lips twitched into a smile before I make it vanish. I heard the girl creep in but thought nothing of it. I shouldn't trust someone I've just met but her aura attracts me. Such a small girl but such an intriguing figure. I like the mystery behind her.

"I'm not a warrior so much as I am a killer," I said, turning my chair to see her. She stares at me like I'm a puzzle before sitting on my bed. She barely makes a dent.

Silence settles for a moment. We just look at each other. I notice a scar on her forehead that I didn't before. It's smaller than the one on my brow but still there. I wonder who or what would even think to harm this wild girl. They must have had fool writ upon their foreheads.

"I got that scar from a waif," Arya murmured. Her voice is matter of fact. No emotion creeps through and I'm impressed with her stoicism.

"Did you give her over to the void?"

Arya's lip twitches in amusement. My choice of words favor my own sect of assassins. Something tells me that she is not just a killer but a learned one. Nothing seems to escape her.

"Aye. Though her face still remains," she said, standing slowly. Her hand rests on the hilt of a Valyrian dagger on her side. My blood doesn't run cold nor do my muscles tense. "What about you? That scar on your brow isn't for decoration, my lord."

I lower my head at the memories. All those dead eyes surrounding me. Men of bones and no fear to be seen. That was a scary sight. Where there is no fear, there is nothing to gain.

"Whitewalkers. That's all I have to say."

I gazed at the ring my father forged me and my house sigil. "My sister and I are the last heirs. For women and bastards are equal beyond the wall. Evenstill, we have an entire dead army to beat back just to get it."

Silence overcame the candle lit room. My aching chest the only thing keeping me company. Suddenly, cold fingers tilted my chin up. If anyone could see this spectacle they would bawl with laughter. A small girl cradling the face of a mountainous man. I couldn't find it in me to care.

"You will get it back, my lord," she said, a finger carressing my scar before they both dropped. I immediately missed the touch. "First, you need to stop whining and pick up your sword. No fight was ever won through tears."

I narrowed my eyes at the small, wild girl as she walked over to my chamber door. I felt slightly insulted but also even more attracted to her. I've always been a masochistic bastard. A strong woman is worth a thousand armies.

She turned back once more before walking out the door. Her gray eyes hard but also understanding. "I don't know who you truly are but I do know this. You're a dragon just as I am a wolf. Let it become you."

I sat dumbfounded as she walked out the door. The sound of it closing behind her rang in my brain. I don't know who you truly are, she'd said to me. I told her when we rode here. Perhaps she means something else. What is my deepest fear or desire?

I don't know and I don't know this Arya Stark either. I do know exactly what I want to know though. In the deepest reaches of my mind.

Who is Arya Stark of Winterfell and why does she enrapture my mind?