Day 7: Don't ask, don't tell
Margaery
Margaery had just returned from school and was combing the tangles out of her long, curly hair.
"So much hair" she sighed while she struggled with a particular nasty tangle.
She put her brush down and inspected her perfect skin in the mirror of her dressing table.
Margaery had never had a zit before in her life and she spent enough money on face cream to make sure it would stay that way.
Someone opened her bedroom door and Loras entered the room.
"Hey, girl" he said carrying a tray with some tea cups on it.
"Oh good, I could use some tea" Margaery said smiling "It's freezing outside"
Loras rolled his eyes at her and put the tray on her dressing table.
"It's still fifty degrees out there so it's far from freezing but yes I'm cold too" Loras said while he sat down on her bed.
"Knight of Summer or what did Catelyn Stark call you again?" Margaery asked laughing.
It had been a particularly cold winter when their school had decided that it would be a great idea to set up a skating rink and donate the profit to charity.
Unfortunately their school hadn't realized that most students didn't even know how to skate since they grew up in the south.
Only the Stark children and some other Northern kids seemed to enjoy it while all the Southern children huddled together and tried to sneak in alcohol.
At one point Loras had been shivering and sneezing so hard Catelyn Stark, who was one of the supervisors, had insisted on driving him and Margaery home while complaining about their light clothing.
"Don't remind me of it" Loras said shivering "you know she still sends me nasal spray on my name day, right?"
Margaery laughed and sipped from the tea he had brought her.
"By the way" she said while raising one perfect eyebrow "you have something to tell me"
Loras blushed and a smile appeared on his face.
"I really like him" he said.
"I knew it" Margaery said laughing "I told you so, I told you so!"
She put her cup down and jumped on the bed next to her brother.
"Tell me all about it!" she said still smiling.
"Well at first I just wanted to have fun, you know? I knew he was gay and I wanted to see if I could make him admit it" Loras said "But now I'm really falling for him"
Margaery gave her brother a hug and they tumbled down on the bed together.
"We have to be careful though" Loras said "He could get fired if someone finds out, sure he's only two years older but you know how Stannis is"
Margaery sighed and played with her brother's curls.
"He's such a sad old man" she said and Loras laughed at that even though it sounded a bit hollow.
"So how is the Sansa thing going?" Loras asked her.
Margaery sighed again.
"I'm starting to regret ever getting involved in this" she said "I feel responsible for her fight with Jeyne"
Loras frowned at that and he snuggled a little closer to her.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Cersei is turning Sansa's party into her own and Jeyne was just trying to make her friend realize that but Sansa called her a bitch and well... you can guess the rest"
Loras looked at her with his big brown eyes.
"Dear Margaery, that is not your fault, okay? Sansa is responsible for her own decisions even when she decides to trust that serpent who calls herself Cersei"
"Don't call her a serpent, okay?" Margaery asked with a sad look on her face "Cersei doesn't know better than to be who she is today"
Loras snorted.
"I don't get why you're still defending her" Loras said.
Margaery shrugged.
"I'm the only friend she has even if she doesn't want to admit it" she said "I just hope that whatever it is she has in store for Sansa isn't too bad"
Loras laughed at that but it wasn't a joyful laugh.
"We're talking about Cersei here so you'd better prepare for the worst"
Jaime
"Come on, keep going" Jaime said while he and Brienne were doing sit-ups in his garden.
The Lannisters' garden was bigger than a football field and it was next to a forest so there was enough space for them to train without bothering anyone.
When Cersei and he had been younger they had often gone into the forest to explore it and to see who was faster at climbing trees.
They had loved challenging each other like that and Cersei had even beat him a few times until Tywin had found out about it and he had told Cersei that a lady shouldn't play in the forest but concentrate on her studies.
He looked over to Brienne who was still keeping up with him with that stubborn expression of hers on her face.
"Get up" he said and she did as she was told.
She had not complained once about the training being too hard and he had not gone easy on her.
The football team wasn't going to go easy on her either so it was no use to her if he was.
He raced her to the woods and told her to perform some tree pull-ups.
It was the only thing she would obviously beat him at since he couldn't use his right arm anymore.
They were both sweating and he used the time to catch his breath.
He actually enjoyed working out with Brienne because it kept him in shape and it kept him involved with football.
If it wasn't for her he might have never looked at a football again for his entire life.
The tree branch made a horrible crackling noise and Brienne let go of it.
"I'm... not... doing it... anymore" she said breathing heavily while she clutched her sides.
"What?!" he asked surprised "you'll never make the team if you quit now!"
Brienne might be an ugly girl without any hint of grace or elegance but she wasn't a quitter and he wasn't going to allow her to be one.
"I won't make the team anyway so there is no point in training" she said softly.
Jaime would have facepalmed at that if he had still had his right hand to do so but he wasn't looking forward to banging his cast against his forehead.
"I'm a girl remember..." she added with sad blue eyes after she had noticed the disbelieve on his face.
Jaime couldn't believe that the same men who had called Brienne a dude for years (and who had allowed Loras Tyrell to join the team) were now making a fuss about Brienne's gender.
"Don't worry about them, okay?" he asked her "I might not be able to play but I'm still the captain of our football team and I have a say in who makes the cut and who doesn't"
She looked at him with big eyes.
"Would you really put yourself out there for me?" she asked surprised "What if I fuck up?"
"You won't, okay! You're better than half the men on the team" he told her "Don't expect them to be fair but they can't send you a way if you're obviously better than the others and if you keep training you will be"
She blushed and he guessed that she wasn't used to people being kind to her.
To be honest it had felt weird to say those things to her too but he had meant it.
"Let's keep going" he said but then he noticed a girl standing in their kitchen and gesturing to him that he should come closer and he changed his mind.
"Wait here" he told Brienne "there's something I have to take care of, it won't take more than a second"
Jaime jogged to the glass kitchen door and opened it.
"I need the money" Shae said the second after he had entered the room.
"Hello to you too, Shae" he said jokingly and she sighed while crossing her arms in front of her chest.
"I need the money today, Kingslayer" she said with an annoyed expression that reminded him vaguely of Cersei.
That was their only similarity he could detect though.
Of course Shae was pretty but no girl had ever come close to his sister.
"I've already paid you, Shae" he told her.
"You paid me for ONE date!" she told him while pointing an annoying finger at him "I've gone on many more since then"
He knew he should have never gotten himself into this mess but he had just wanted a little happiness for his little brother.
"You chose to go on those dates yourself and you seemed to enjoy them too" he told her.
She laughed at him and flicked her dark hair.
"That's my job, isn't it?" she asked him "maybe I should just tell Tyrion about what is going on..."
He cursed under his breath and searched his pockets for a few coins.
"Fine" he said eventually and he gave her the money she had been begging for.
"What is going on here?"
Jaime turned around and saw Cersei standing in the doorway.
"Why did you p-..." she started until she widened her green eyes and a smile appeared on her face "Oh... My... Gods! Jaime, I can't believe you actually paid her to go out with Tyrion! That's amazing!"
She started laughing loudly and tears appeared in her eyes.
"Cersei, keep it down, okay?" he said trying to calm her down.
Jaime knew that if Tyrion would find out about what he had done he would never forgive him.
"That's truly cold, Jaime" she said with a hint of admiration in her eyes "Even I would have never done something like that!"
"I didn't mean to hurt him..." he tried but he felt like he was fighting a lost cause.
The door opened again and Tyrion entered the kitchen.
"Shae, I didn't know you were coming over" Tyrion said with a smile on his face and he immediately walked to his pretend girlfriend "what a lovely surprise"
"It's a surprise alright" Cersei said with a smirk on her face.
Tyrion's expression changed as if he had felt that something wasn't right.
"What is going on?" he asked looking from Cersei to Jaime.
"Oh tell him, please!" Cersei said begging and her eyes burned like wildfire "I want to see his face when he finds out!"
He couldn't believe what Cersei was doing to him right now.
She should side with him like he always tried to side with her.
They were twins after all and they were closer than he had ever been with any other person.
"You're evil, sister" he told her and a shocked expression appeared on her face even if it was just for a second.
"I'm evil? You're the one who paid Shae to go out with our beloved brother!" Cersei said and she even had to guts to cover her mouth after saying the last part as if it had been a mistake.
"Oops? Did I just gave the surprise away?" she asked with a fake confused and innocent look on her face and she didn't look anything like the girl that used to race him up and down the beach of Lannisport anymore.
"Is that true?" Tyrion asked Shae.
"Yes, but don't be mad, my Giant of Lannister" Shae said desperately trying to win back his brother's trust.
Jaime had always known that she was a gold-digger but he had never known that she was this desperate.
"Leave..." Tyrion said in a surprisingly calm voice.
"But, my Giant..." Shae tried but Tyrion harshly took hold of her wrist.
As much as Tywin would love to deny that Tyrion was his son he couldn't because his little brother looked at least as dangerous as a lion at that very moment.
"Tyrion, don't hurt her, okay?" Jaime asked trying to prevent his brother from making a huge mistake.
Cersei sighed loudly.
"Don't stop him!" she said annoyed "The girl is a lying, scheming whore and he has every right to be mad at her"
"I'd have to agree with my sweet sister on this one" Tyrion said painfully twisting the girl's wrist.
"I'll leave, I promise!" she said desperately "I'll even pay back the money, just let me go!"
Tyrion didn't let go of her but dragged her all the way to the front door and kicked her out while Cersei laughed loudly
"Tyrion, I can explain..." Jaime started after he had followed him to the hallway but Tyrion flipped him off and climbed the stairs to his bedroom.
"Why weren't you at my side?!" Jaime asked Cersei angrily.
Cersei snorted and crossed her arms in front of her chest.
"You're never around when I need you either" she said and she shot Brienne an angry look who had entered the house after Jaime hadn't returned "instead you're always playing with she-man here"
He shook his head while he looked at his sister.
"You've changed, Cersei" he told her.
Cersei raised one perfect eyebrow and flicked her long, golden hair.
"No, that would be you, sweet brother" she said in a voice as cold as ice "you lost an arm, remember?"
Cersei turned around after she had said that and climbed the stairs to her bedroom too.
It felt like a bigger part than his arm had just left him while Cersei's slender figure disappeared behind the heavy door of her bedroom.
"As you can see there is never a dull moment with the Lannisters" he told Brienne in a tired voice.
She didn't smile at his joke but he hadn't expected her to either.
"I think it's better if I go home" she said carefully.
Jaime nodded and showed Brienne the door.
"Well now truly everyone has left me" he told himself out loud "Now let's find out where Tyrion and Cersei hide their liquor"
Daenerys
It was raining heavily and thick raindrops banged against the windows of the penthouse in a soothing rhythm.
"That's one thing I certainly haven't missed" she said sighing.
It almost never rained in the Free Cities but she had liked the heath and the beauty of the deserts as much as she had liked the beaches and the modern cities.
She remembered riding her silver through the deserts with Drogo and the time they spent there together.
"If I look back I am lost" she said softly while biting her lip.
She wouldn't allow herself to cry over Drogo's death again.
She had come to Westeros to restore the glory of her family and she couldn't do that if she was still thinking about all the things she lost along the way.
She closed the book she had been reading and got up from the couch.
She had read the first page over and over again but she still didn't know what it said.
Dany couldn't concentrate on anything right then.
She walked to the kitchen and decided to set the table.
Illyrio would be back with their take out Braavosi any minute now.
She was so lucky Illyrio had wanted to take her in again after she had ran away with Drogo.
It hadn't been her idea at first of course but her brother's.
Viserys had never been able to cope with their family's death.
He was still used to going to a private school and having a different car for every day of the week.
He had never learned what it was like to be like everyone else so he acted like the king of the school wherever they went which always lead to him getting into a fight with multiple people at the same time and being expelled.
Daenerys didn't know who had told him about the Dothraki and their so called gang but once Viserys had decided that he was going to join them it was impossible to make him change his mind.
Joining might not be the right word for it actually, his real plan was to rule them and use them to get back to Westeros.
He hoped that the Dothraki would be able to protect them against the people who had killed their family and who were probably planning on killing them too.
Daenerys had been too afraid to refuse her brother anything so she had followed him out of the house of their legal guardian, Illyrio, and they had gone to the Dothraki.
The Dothraki descended from an old tribe that had had the same name and who had been one of the fiercest warriors of all time.
She had been scared of Drogo the first time she saw him and even more scared when her brother had told her what she had to do with him.
Viserys believed that Drogo would help him in return of her "services" and for a while it had seemed like that.
His tattoos, his long braid with the bells in it, his dark eyes and his rough, strange speech had seemed so scary to her back then but she had soon learned to love him for them and so much more.
Drogo had never done anything to her which she had not wanted him to do.
He had been her first love and for a long time she had felt like he would be the last man she could ever love.
Her hand went to her belly and she felt tears burn in her eyes.
She really shouldn't be thinking of Drogo or her lost son but how could someone forget something like that?
He had been her first and he had saved her from her brother who had left her enough scars to remember him by.
"You have awoken the dragon" he would say and he'd hit her or drive his nails into her flesh until she started to bleed.
Drogo had made her feel save again for the first time since her family had been murdered.
She had never thought that anything could ever hurt him but it had eventually and he had been too stubborn to see a doctor.
The wound had festered and he had passed away.
She had passed out when they told her and because of the shock she hadn't only lost her Drogo that day but also her baby.
She had cried for days until she couldn't cry anymore and eventually the Dothraki had left her behind expect from her closest friends.
Daenerys had never felt so lonely in her live so she had gone to the only person that might still be able to help her: her old teacher.
Jorah Mormont had accepted her with open arms and she had lived with him for a while until she had decided that she wanted to go home.
She wondered if he could ever forgive her for sending him away and if she could ever forgive him for betraying her.
The door opened and Illyro entered the penthouse while carrying their diner.
"Are you alright, princess?" he asked her when he saw the tears on her cheeks.
She quickly wiped them away with the back of her hand.
"Yeah, sure" she said and she faked a smile.
If I look back I am lost.
Jeyne
Jeyne walked up to Ramsay's large house.
Just like the Starks, the Boltons descended from nobility but the Bolton's house seemed to have stayed the same over the years.
The large mansion looked like a castle with high walls and triangular merlons that looked like sharp teeth.
She took a deep breath and knocked on the large wooden door.
She could feel her hear pound and she clenched and unclenched her fists until he finally opened the door for her.
There were butterflies in her stomach and she had never felt so nervous before.
Tonight would be the first time that Ramsay introduced her to his family and everything had to go perfect.
Jeyne had seen Roose Bolton before at Winterfell and he had frightened her with his pale eyes and cold expression.
He always talked softly so you were forced to pay attention to him.
Jeyne remembered that Theon had been making jokes about that and that she had forced herself to laugh at them.
Roose Bolton didn't seem to be the kind of man you should make jokes about.
She knocked on the door and it wasn't long before Ramsay opened it for her.
"Hello, beautiful" Ramsay said when he saw her and he immediately pulled her in a tight embrace and kissed her.
Jeyne noticed that the interior of the Dreadfort, as the castle used to be called, hadn't changed too much either.
There was a red myrish rug on the floor and paintings of men with pale eyes were hanging from the walls.
They had probably been the ancestors of Roose and Ramsay.
It was strangely quiet except for the tall clock which stood on the first floor at the end of the large staircase.
Even though the hall was lit by electric lamps the skeleton hands who used to hold the torches were still there.
They made her shiver especially when she thought about the rumours that said there used to be torture chambers inside of the Dreadfort but even if those rumours were true the rooms wouldn't be there anymore... would they?
"Are you nervous?" he asked smiling and he rested his forehead against hers.
"Yes" she said giggling.
Ramsay was wearing his earring which looked like a drop of blood again and a red chequered shirt which hung unbuttoned over his white t-shirt.
He was wearing dark jeans and there were chains on his belt.
"It will be fine" he said and he lead her to the living room.
Jeyne smoothened down her pleated, black skirt and fixed her shirt.
The shirt was tight and made out of beautiful pale pink lace.
The living room was dim and smoky.
Only a few lights were on and the rest of the light was sufficed by the fireplace which crackled so softly it seemed to be afraid to disturb Roose who was sitting in an comfortable chair across from it.
There was a large TV on the wall just above the fireplace which was playing an old war movie in black and white.
Roose Bolton didn't seem to be watching it though and he had put it on mute.
He had been reading a book but he had put it down when he had heard them enter the room.
He looked at her with his pale eyes and all the paintings seemed to be doing the same thing.
"Dad, this is Jeyne" Ramsay said proudly presenting her.
Roose didn't seem too impressed though and she wondered if it was still an option to make a run for it.
It felt like the man was undressing her with his pale eyes and she wanted to take hold of Ramsay's hand but she didn't want to appear afraid.
"It is nice to meet you, sir" she said sticking out her hand and repressing the urge to call him "My Lord" or something.
He didn't shake her hand though and she put it away again with a blush on her face.
"Poole, right?" he asked in his soft voice and she nodded shyly "your father works for Ned Stark"
She nodded again.
"I basically grew up at Winterfell" she said blushing "Sansa is like a sister to me"
For a second there seemed to be a hint of a smile in Roose Bolton's eyes but it wasn't a joyful one.
"I guess you're almost a Stark then" he said "almost..."
She started to blush again and looked at her feet instead of the man.
She guessed he had decided that she wasn't good enough for Ramsay.
Jeyne had always known that her family wasn't near as rich or powerful as the Starks but it wasn't her fault she wasn't born as Arya.
She wished that Ramsay would put an arm around her or something to show her that he didn't care about his father's opinion but he made no attempt to do anything like that at all.
The door to the living room opened and a fat woman walked into the room with a batch of fresh baked cookies.
She was wearing a pink dress which looked like she was going to rip out off and there was a kind smile on her face.
"Oh there you are, dear!" the woman said when she saw Jeyne "I hope my Roose didn't scare you, he can be a bit grumpy sometimes but deep down he's a big old sweetheart"
She put the cookies on the coffee table in front of Roose and put her hand on his shoulder.
Jeyne couldn't imagine that Roose liked to be called "a big old sweetheart" but after looking at his wife with his cold eyes for a while he decided that it wasn't worth it and took one of her cookies instead.
"I'm Walda by the way" the woman said while taking hold of Jeyne's hand "and you're Jeyne, right? I'm so glad Ramsay has finally found a girlfriend and you're so pretty too! Spin around for me, girl"
Jeyne spun around for Walda who clapped her chubby little hands.
"Oh you're just the cutest little thing, aren't you?" Walda said with a huge smile on her face and she pinched her cheek "I could just eat you!"
Ramsay snorted and the smile on Walda's face disappeared.
She shot him an angry look before returning to Jeyne.
"We were starting to worry about Ramsay with his leather pants and his earring and don't even get me started about the eyeliner!" Walda said before presenting her with a plate full of cookies.
Jeyne thanked her and politely took one of the cookies.
"Here have a few more, dear, you're far too skinny" Walda said while she started to pile up cookies into Jeyne's hands.
"She's going to get fat, you cow!" Ramsay said when Jeyne was struggling to balance the cookies in her overfull hands.
"Ramsay, apologize to Walda" Roose said without looking up from his book.
"But, dad!" Ramsay started.
Roose looked up from his book with a sigh and gave Ramsay a meaningful look.
"Fucking sorry, okay!" Ramsay shouted eventually "Godsdamnit!"
Ramsay stormed out of the room and slammed the door behind him.
"Uh... it's been nice to meet you" Jeyne said eventually to break the awkward silence and she put the cookies back onto the plate.
She wanted to walk away but changed her mind, turned around and took one of the cookies.
"Thank you for the cookie" Jeyne said while she awkwardly waved the gingerbread man in Walda's direction.
"You're welcome, dear" she said with a kind smile and Jeyne left the living room.
She nibbled on the gingerbread man while she looked for Ramsay.
She guessed that he had gone back to his room so she climbed the stairs to the first floor.
Jeyne had never been at Ramsay's house before so she had to guess where his bedroom was.
She decided to try the first door to her left and came across a very strange room.
It was a very nice and large bedroom with a golden harp and a bookcase full of poetry and fantasy books she had read too once.
There was a trophy case filled with first place prizes in everything thing that had to do with horses from races to dressage.
It had been a beautiful and cosy bedroom once but now everything was covered in several layers of dust.
"You shouldn't be here" Ramsay said and she quickly turned around.
Ramsay was leaning against the doorpost and she wondered how long he had been there.
"Who lives here?" she asked him.
"My brother used to live her before he died" he said shrugging while he walked up to her.
"I'm sorry" she said softly while she took hold of his hand.
Ramsay shrugged again.
"I only met him once" he said "he visited me when I still lived with my mother and he died not long after that. Roose took me in after the funeral."
That's horrible, she wanted to say but she didn't have the guts.
"I'm sorry" she just said again.
"Come on, let's go" Ramsay said with his usual smile "I'll show you my bedroom, it's way cooler and without all the poetry and harp shit"
She forced herself to smile at that and she followed him to his room which was indeed very different from his brother's.
His room was a little bit smaller and there were dirty clothes scattered across the room.
A pizza box with a half eaten pizza was on his desk and a few empty bottles of beer.
The walls were covered with posters of bands, video games and half naked girls in seductive poses.
"What do you think?" he asked "uh... I should have cleaned, right?"
Jeyne laughed at that and gave him a quick kiss on his cheek.
"Don't worry" she said smiling.
He kissed her and pulled her onto the bed with him.
Ramsay's hand was on her knee and he moved it up her skirt while he pushed her against the pillows.
She took hold of his hand and gently moved it back to her knee without breaking up their kiss.
This time he moved his hand to her breast and she pushed it away again.
"Ramsay.." she said softly but annoyed.
"Godsdamnit!" he shouted "you're such a little tease, Jeyne!"
She jumped up from the bed and walked to his desk.
"I'm not a tease" she said with her arms crossed in front of her chest.
Ramsay got up from the bed too and took hold of her arm.
"You're hurting me!" she shouted when she felt his nails dig into her flesh.
"I'm sorry, okay?" he said eventually and he let go of her.
He smiled again and put his arms around her.
"Don't be mad, beautiful" he said trying to calm her down "I can't help it that I want to be with you, it's a compliment really"
She didn't push him away this time but she wasn't ready to give in either.
"No means no, Ramsay, you have to respect that" she said pouting.
"I'm sorry" he said again and he kissed her forehead "don't be mad!"
Jeyne sighed and she couldn't deny that she liked to be held by him.
"I'm not mad" she said eventually.
He smiled again and opened one of the drawers of his desk.
"I got you something" he said and he handed her a small box.
"A gift?" she asked surprised.
He nodded.
"You can wear them to Sansa's party if you like" he said.
She opened the box and saw two large tear drop earrings made out of real rubies.
"Oh My Gods" she gasped "it's too much, I can't take this!"
"I want you to have them" he said with a sweet smile "and it's rude to turn down a gift, you know?"
Jeyne walked to the large mirror next to the desk and she put the earrings in.
They reflected every single ray of light that touched them and she didn't think someone had ever given her something more beautiful or expensive for that matter.
"Thank you" she said softly while she admired the rubies.
Ramsay walked up to her and put his arms around her from behind.
He kissed her neck and she closed her eyes.
She could feel that he was hard and he moved his hand underneath her skirt again but she didn't stop him this time.
"Please" was the only thing she managed to say "please"
Arya
The loud sound of gunshots boomed trough Arya's bedroom while gamers of all nations shouted at each other through her headphones.
While she pressed one button she heard the satisfying *click* of a loaded gun and shot the enemy down without losing more than one bullet.
"Nice Shot" PewDiePyke-fanboy99 said.
"Just cover me, okay?" she asked before she got up from her hiding place and started running.
She could get rid of the first two but before she had reached the third one, one of the snipers gunned her down.
"Godsdamnit!" she shouted and she threw her controller across the room.
She had been playing the same mission over and over again but she hadn't succeeded one time.
Arya laid down onto the bed and shoved the box of "Call of Duty: Clash of Kings" of her bed with her foot.
She let out a sigh and pushed the play button of the stereo on her night stand.
A particularly loud song of the Brotherhood without Banners blasted through her room from all four of her large boxes which were strategically placed in each corner.
Arya got Needle from her pocket and flicked the butterfly knife open.
She made the delicate blade dance in her hands while it reflected the light and seemed to shimmer.
Jon had bought her the butterfly knife for her birthday so she would finally stop borrowing his pocket knife.
She had kept it as sharp as she could and she couldn't wait until the day she could use it to wipe Joffrey Baratheon's smug smile of his face.
The Lannisters basically ran their school: Cersei was Head Cheerleader, Jaime was Captain of the Football team and some asshole had decided to buy Joffrey the position of Class President.
Only Joffrey Lannister could be stupid enough to believe that he was actually chosen to be Class President and that he deserved the title so he spent most of his days bullying other students and threatening to give them detention or expel them if they dared to stand up to him.
Arya was lucky her last name was Stark or she had been expelled a million times already.
Her phone lit up and she read her new message.
"Are you upset?"
It was Gendry again so she didn't care to reply.
She was angry with him.
They were supposed to rehearse today but Jeyne couldn't make it because she had to see her boyfriend, which had already annoyed Arya, but to make things even worse Gendry had suddenly told her that he wasn't able to make it either!
She didn't even want to hear his stupid excuses so she had ignored all his calls and texts from that moment on.
Hot Pie and Gendry had grown tired of her and abandoned her just like she had expected them to.
Her father had grown tired of them too which was why she never saw him anymore.
Arya had called him that same day and he had sounded distracted and tired.
He told her that his leg was hurting and that he was swamped with work and he had hung up shortly after that.
He hadn't even asked her about her "dancing lessons" anymore and he never forgot to do that.
She missed her father and she missed the home Winterfell used to be.
Rickon was off to Kindergarten all day, Bran was at his friend Jojen Reed's house, Sansa was at Casterly Rock or Highgarden and Robb had locked himself into his room without any explanation.
The only person she still saw every now and then was Jon but even he seemed distracted now he had gotten a girlfriend.
Her phone lit up again.
"Why aren't you answering me? I can see that you've read my message -.-"
"Leave me alone" she replied.
"There you are! Why are you mad at me?!"
She switched her phone off and buried her face into her pillow.
Arya must have fallen asleep because suddenly there was a hand on her shoulder.
She quickly turned around and flicked her knife open.
"Be careful with that thing!" Jon said laughing.
She rubbed her eyes and yawned.
"Sorry" she said and she put the knife away.
Jon passed her the large bag of nachos and searched through her DVD's to find a movie they could watch.
"How's the wife?" Arya asked while she opened the bag and started to wolf down the nachos.
"Well she's not as mad as she was yesterday but... well... she still wants to hit every girl I even as much as glance at" he said while he chose The Hedge Knight Rises, which they had already seen a thousand times, and started the movie.
"You know nothing, Jon Snow! Why are you even glancing at other girls?!" Arya said imitating Ygritte.
"Haha, very funny!" Jon deadpanned but he still couldn't hide his smile completely while he messed up her hair and sat down on the bed next to her.
The movie started but it wasn't long before they got interrupted.
Catelyn opened the door and entered the room.
"Arya, can I talk to you alone for a second?" she asked.
"I didn't do anything!" Arya shouted.
What was she going to get punished for this time?
"I know you didn't do anything" her mother said sighing "it's about your father"
Jon and Arya exchanged a meaningful look and she took hold of his hand.
"If it's about dad Jon should hear it too" Arya said determined.
"Fine" Cat said with a clenched jaw and she sat down on the bed next to Arya.
The woman folded her hands in her lap and it was obvious that she didn't want to say what she was about to say.
"You're father has been injured" her mother said "he's okay but I'm going to go to King's Landing for a while to help him out"
"What?!" Arya shouted "but then I want to come too!"
"What happened to him?!" Jon shouted at the same time.
Cat ignored Jon like usual and took hold of her daughter's hand.
"You can't come, Arya, you have to go to school" her mother said "Robb will be in charge of things around here and I've asked some of the neighbours to check in on you every once in a while"
Arya shook her head and tears appeared in her eyes.
"So you're going to abandon me too!" Arya shouted and she jumped up from her bed.
"Arya, you're father needs me" Cat said softly.
"Rickon needs you, Bran needs you, I fucking need you!" Arya shouted even louder while tears streamed down her face.
"Arya..." her mother said softly.
"Get out of my room!" she shouted and her mother left with a hurt expression on her face.
Jon tried to give her a hug but she shied away from him.
"I want you to leave too" she said "I want to be alone"
Jon left the room and closed the door behind him leaving her alone.
Arya opened her window and climbed down the wall like Bran had showed her.
She walked to the kennel which was close the forest since her mother didn't like to have the Direwolves near.
The kennel looked more like a large wooden cottage so the wolves would have enough room to move around but Arya still thought it was far too small.
She opened the door and quickly found Nymeria sleeping in the corner of the cottage.
The Direwolf opened her eyes as soon as she saw Arya and the girl rushed to her.
"At least you won't leave me" Arya said and she buried her head in Nymeria's warm fur and cried.