Jon
Jon watched Arya looked between him and Sansa, in Arya's grey eyes, there was uncertainty as well as darkness, but Jon didn't want to focus on that. Jon realised Arya didn't know if they recognised her, she had changed so much but for Jon it wouldn't matter. Jon stepped forward without a word engulfing Arya into a bone braking hug. Arya placed her head into his neck like they did when they were children. 'Your home, god Arya your home.' Jon repeated knowing of this was a dream the gods were cruel. Jon felt Arya hug back and felt something wet on his neck, Arya was crying. Sansa came up and tapped Jon's shoulder he looked over and put Arya down on the ground again before Sansa gave Arya a hug too. When Sansa and Arya were done Arya whipped her eyes, but there was something to her whipping, it looked like it was a crime to cry. Arya turned to Nyrmiea and nodded the wolf ran off leaving Arya. They lead Arya inside the gates before closing them. People had come to see who it was but Jon led them way from the crowd wanting a private reunion. When they reached the great hall, Jon asked a maid to bring them good and ale. It was late in afternoon, but Jon knew there wasn't any inns for a few days ride away from Winterfell depending in how hard you ride, so Arya wouldn't have had a prober feed since then. Jon noticed Arya was looking around taking in very feature like she had forgotten what her home looked like. She also hadn't said anything since they had met her. They sat down and Arya looked around, Jon thanked the maid when she came back with food. she bowed before leaving.
'I don't have to call you Your Grace do I?' Arya looked at him, Jon heard she had an unfamiliar accent that sounded like it was from across the sea. Jon chuckled and Sansa smiled,
'No, I would prefer it if you didn't call me Your Grace' Arya nodded, there was something in her eyes something Jon didn't know, and Jon didn't like that. They were the say colour when they were children but so different.
'Where were you?' Sansa asked
'Far away training.' Was the only reply they got. Sansa looked at Jon, he saw she was worried.
'Where is that accent from?' Jon tried
'Braavos'
'You were in Braavos?' Sansa leaned forward. Arya nodded, taking some food and starting to eat it. Jon and Sansa kept on questioning Arya on where she was or who she escaped. She told them bits and pieces never enough information for Jon's liking.
Arya started getting Sansa and Jon talking about what happened to themselves. Sansa didn't seem to notice but Jon did. It bothered him that she wouldn't give them everything, it made him wonder what happened that made her unable to talk about it. Sansa didn't leave anything out of her story and it made him happy she was finally able to talk about it more openly then she had before, he hoped it meant she was healing. When Jon told Arya, he died an emotionless face came over Arya, she looked like she was frozen but she was back before they could do anything. What Jon found odd Arya acted like nothing happened, like it was normal. As if he could read her thoughts he said
'they are dead.' She nodded. They stayed in the great hall until the sun went down, Sansa went first saying she had a big day tomorrow and she would see them in the morning. Ghost went with her.
Once Sansa left Arya spoke quietly 'If they weren't dead I would go kill them.' Jon looked at her shocked his little sister would say something like that, her eyes were hard now and Jon saw in that moment how much she had grown up. Arya pulled something out of her fur, and pulled out a sword Jon hadn't seen since he gave it to her.
'I lost it for a while but I got it back, and kept it, in Braavos I had to give everything that was mine up, I did but not Needle, I couldn't. I learnt to stick people with the pointy end.' She looked at it before looking at him. she smiled, and Arya saw it was a true smile, like the one she gave him when she pulled her into a hug earlier, 'it saved my life so many times, and kept me sane. When everything happened, it made me think of home and your smile.'
Jon got up and Arya put her sword down before jumping into his arms again. Jon held her so close he was worried if he left her go she would disappear, leaving him hollow again. They pulled back and she looked into his eyes like she was reading him. he could smell her, she smelt like earth, and fur. It was the best smell Jon had smelt in a long time. Jon led off towards her old room telling her about the wildlings. She smiled when he told her about how he lived with them and how they were nothing like they thought. When they reached her door, she turned and hugged him again. She placed a kiss on his cheek thanking him, he didn't know why she was but he didn't need to know. She entered her room but before she closed the door
'It's good to have you home.' He said, she smiled and it lit up his heart, like it did every time she smiled.
'night Jon.'
Arya
Arya woke up in a soft bed, it took her a few minutes to realise where she was. Winterfell, she had come home yesterday. She sat up looking around, she knew it was her room, but Arya was still remembering everything she had learnt to forget and it was still coming back to her. She remembered what her Father looked like, what he sounded like. She remembered Robb's voice, her Mother's face but she was still working on Winterfell itself. She thought of all the events that happened yesterday. Sansa was more beautiful than ever, when Arya heard what happened to her she wanted to kill Ramsey but he was already dead another name she couldn't kill herself. Cersei Lannister, The Mountain, Ilyn Payne, Cersei Lannister, The Mountain, Ilyn Payne she repeated to herself over and over again. Then Jon, he had grown into a man, he held his hair back like Father, with his black beard, his grey eyes, he had a scar on his head, from an eagle.
When Jon told her he died she froze, she sunk back into No one, while she was killing innocent people Jon was helping innocent people and getting killed for it, he wouldn't want her if he knew, and Arya was going to make sure that would never happen, he would never learn what she did, she lost Father, Mother, Robb, Rickon, Bran, and that had driven her to No one, if she lost Jon. Arya didn't know what she would do. A knock on the door brought her back to the present and stop thinking about her brother who had grown more attractive then she remembered. A maid entered 'Lady Stark, wanted to know what can I do for you Lady?' Arya looked around
'Could I have a bath, if it isn't too much trouble' the maid nodded and left. Arya hoped the maid didn't think she was going to dress Arya. Because Arya didn't need the help or rumours spreading like wild fire about her just closed over wounds. Arya couldn't remember where the kitchens were or Arya would have got her own baths. There was another knock, Arya opened the door this time and smile crept onto her face, she was doing that a lot, smiling when she didn't want to.
'Jon' she saw he smile
'How did you sleep?' she nodded
'Good. I thought you wouldn't want to wear a dress and I didn't know if you had anymore clothes with you.' He held up something of what Arya thought was his old clothes. Arya smiled and took them, looking back at Jon
'I wouldn't have minded if they weren't so heavy.' He looked at her and Arya read his face, it was easy he didn't try to hide it, surprise. The maid came then and with her water. Arya told him she would see him to break his fast. It looked like she was right 'Jon will want me even if no one else would' but he doesn't know what you did, he wouldn't want you if he knew. A voice inside her head spoke up. She looked at the maid
'that will be all.' She bowed and left. God, she sound so demanding like a really Lord or Lady. Arya hoped it wouldn't set in, she didn't want to be lording over people, use the power she didn't deserve. Because servants worked harder than Lords or Ladies would ever in their life.
Arya walked into the hall to see Jon and Sansa were already there and talking to other people. She saw Sansa was talking to an older man while Jon was laughing with a big man with red hair. No one noticed her till she took a free seat next to Jon. Everyone turned to see her.
'Arya, there are a few people I want you to meet.'
'Tormund, Sir Davos this is my sister Arya.' Arya shot out her hand to the red-haired man. Everyone looked shocked and Arya remembered ladies didn't do that but Arya was no lady. The red haired who was Tormund shook her hand.
'Like your sister already Snow' Arya looked at Jon who nodded, in encouragement.
'My Lady nice to meet you, Jon has spoken a lot about you.' Arya looked at the older man who must be Sir Davos
'Please Sir Davos, I am no Lady, Arya will do fine' the man nodded. Arya sat back down Tormund laughed
'Nice to have a southerner who doesn't like titles.' Arya looked at him sharply
'I am a northerner not a southerner' he laughed even harder.
'Everyone south of the wall is a Southerner to us wildlings. I had this same conversation with your brother.' Arya nodded and looked at the food on the table. The amount made her stomach turn upside down, she had never seen this amount of food she was able to eat since Kings landing. She took a small amount. Jon looked at her his eyes were asking why she didn't take very much, Arya decided since she couldn't tell him everything she wanted she would tell him everything she could. 'I am just not used to eating very much' he looked concerned but nodded.
Arya spent the day with Jon, watching while he dealt with matters that got put aside because Arya came home. Arya watched as Jon train with him men, while everyone was occupied Arya slipped away walking down to the crypts. Before she went down there she went and picked a few flowers, the dirtiest she could find, like Arya did when she was nine years old. When she reached her Father's grave she placed the flowers down and knelt down on the ground. 'I am so sorry Father, so sorry, please forgive me.' Arya stood back up and stayed where she was just looking at his statue. Arya didn't know how long she was there for before a voice rang out over the cold stone.
'I still remember when you picked flowers for him.' Arya turned her head, Arya should have heard her foot steps but Arya must have been too absorbed in her own thoughts. 'I hated it, I wished Father would get angry at you, tell you to stop and act like a lady, but he would always smile and take them. I am so sorry I was awful to you. And I am so sorry I told Cersei about our plans to leave.' Arya looked a Sansa, if Arya had heard it a few years back she would be so angry but now, there were other people who needed her anger a lot more.
'You thought you could trust her, along my travels I thought I could trust people and that made things a lot worse for me. You were punished enough.' Arya looked at Sansa's face, there was hurt there but relief as well.
'I don't remember a lot of when we were young, I was forced to forget for what I thought was the right reasons. I am trying to do things to help my memory. But when I am ready I will tell you more.' Arya looked back at his statue 'it doesn't look like him'
'everyone who new him is dead'
'we are not'
'no, we are not.'
'I miss him'
'me too' and Arya stood with her sister and for the first time in her life she remembered she felt like she had a sister.
