Arya
Arya reached her room before anyone saw her, Arya still didn't understand what had happened, she had passed out and then the next thing she knew, Jon was looking over her, he looked so worried she could get lost in his eyes. For a few seconds she didn't remember what happened but then it came back with a kick and Arya remembered Waif was in his chambers. Arya had pieced things together. Of course, the Waif knew, hadn't she told The Waif about Jon? What worried Arya was she wasn't hurt as a sister, she was hurt that he was sleeping with someone else, The Waif. It killed Arya. Arya decided she needed to extra carful if Arya was going to save Jon, because it was the whores in Braavos who taught her how to use her body as a weapon and when the men were the most vulnerable. She had used the weapon before, never let men to take her maidenhood but got them to the point in other ways before she slit their throat, they were the easiest of her victims to kill, well all but one. Arya felt her eyes well up and she let the tears fall because she would never forgive herself for killing her. She was another reason Arya came back, but Arya didn't like to think about it, one day she will return to Braavos and set things as right as she can.
Arya changed before she left her room, Arya would have to face people, or they would wonder what was wrong, Sansa would anyway, she is the only one seeing the effect of the Waif being here is doing to her. Arya catches Sansa in grand hall
'How was Nymeria' Sansa asked Arya nodded and sat down next to her
'She was fine.' Arya got a knife before flipping in through her fingers and before Arya could think about Sansa sitting next her, she threw it at the wall, it wedged in and Arya sighed before going to collect it.
'Tell me where you learnt that please?'
'Braavos' Arya muttered
'Impressive, and whatever did that knife do to you?'
'Nothing' Arya pulled it out before going and sitting back down
'Jon was wondering how long you had been out.'
'He found me.' Arya grumbled
'O, that's why you are in a shit mood, and taking it out on the knife'
'No, but yes, it does have something to do with Jon.'
'And a curtain girl?' Arya threw the knife again even harder, it imbedded the wall next to the door as the knife hit the wall the door opened and Jon entered with Mercy. Arya had to clench her teeth together. Jon looked at the knife then at Arya who shrugged her shoulders before turning back to Sansa, who was looking between the three of them. Mercy and Jon sat down on the other side of Sansa. Arya went back and got the knife again.
'Arya remember the lords and ladies are coming tonight for a feast, don't be late.' Sansa called. Arya nodded her head not looking back.
She went to the training yard. She pulled out a sword turning around and pointing it at Jon
'Careful Arya, that's not a toy.'
'Like Needle?' Arya bitterly asked
'Yes' he breathed
'Well guess what Jon, Needle is very useful when people underestimate you, Needle is defiantly not a toy.' She stated matter of factly. She smiled at his face, 'Come on, take your sword out' she threw the sword to the side and pulled out Needle, Jon gasp at her 'I want to show you. Show you Needle isn't a toy, like you think it is, it is a weapon, it was only a toy because I didn't know what I was doing.' He went to get the sword Arya dropped but Arya shook her head
'Longclaw. Jon' he stopped and looked at her
'Do you have a death wish? I could easily kill you without meaning to.' Arya laughed but shook her head
'No, are you scared I will cut you?' he slowly pulled out Longclaw, Arya didn't know what she was doing, she was going to show him her ability to fight, this isn't what she wants, but then her Father's voice rings in her head, like he said it yesterday 'You have wolves blood in you' and it was boiling she couldn't think straight, why did he have to sleep with her.
Arya knew Jon wasn't going to attack first, so Arya twirled around him, hitting him on the leg then bringing it to his neck, which went and stopped it with Longclaw, he looked shocked and Arya smiled before attacking him again he kept deflecting her blows. Arya stepped back, but Jon didn't wait for her, he started attacking her, it was better she could use his moves against him. She kept on backing up as she twisted around him so she hit him on the back, then she was gone again, on the arm this time. They spared for five minutes without one giving up, it started getting more intense now, Arya wasn't tiering but the snow was turning to mud under their feet, Arya kicked his legs out from underneath him, but he grabbed her taking her with him, Longclaw and Needle dropped a meter away.
She landed on him and lifted her head up and gazed into his eyes. Then he leaned up and she felt his lips on hers. They were soft and warm against hers. Arya made a surprise sound opening her mouth, she felt his tongue invade her mouth and Arya wouldn't let him win dominance. She was kissing back with a passion that Jon was returned. It was full lust at this point, no sweet kiss like the stories say full passion. She felt one of his hand leave a hot trail under her shirt leading from her stomach to her breast while the other was on the back of her neck keeping her close. He squeezed her breast making her moan it only encouraged him. She knew better but she couldn't stop he was like a drug she needed him to live, to breath. She felt a need, a lust growing at the pit of her stomach. But when they pulled back for air the spell was broken for both of them, he was her brother, this shouldn't have happened they shouldn't be feeling these things, it was wrong.
'God we shouldn't have done that' Jon exclaimed and Arya nodded, he didn't give her a chance to get off him, he pushed her off him into the mud and left with Longclaw. Arya just sat there with her hand on her lips, she missed his touch, it was wrong but why did it feel so good?
Arya didn't see Jon for the rest of the day, she didn't know how to act around him. Arya arrived to the great hall before him and sat down at her seat, which was next to Sansa. Arya had worn a dress only to make Sansa happy, it was still one she could move around in. She watched as Jon came in and sat down. Something caught Arya's eye and she turned it was The Waif in the corner adding something to a glass. She then watched as she placed it where Jon's was and took his. Everyone was standing and talking to people, no one saw her. Arya got up and moved off, she swapped Jon's with her undrunk one. She smelt it, it had a berry smell to it.
'Everyone Stand, to the independent North. To Lord Eddard Stark and the Young Wolf' Jon spoke up, they all drank Jon turned to her
'Why aren't you drinking Arya?' she looked down, at the Black and White she went through training with poisons, most she was immune to now, after being poisoned so often her body had learnt how to fight them. There was one poison she wasn't immune to, tears of Lys it didn't have a smell, so this poison she was mostly able to drink. She brought it to her mouth and drank it. it tasted normal. That was strange, the poison it smelt like should leave a sweeter flavour. There was no other poison that had that smell. It was one of the ones Arya's body could deal with the best. But the Waif knew that, didn't she. Arya looked around to see The Waif was smiling and raising her glass. Arya left the great hall and hurried to her room. Arya opened her chest with all her different poisons. She went through them. One was missing tears of Lys.
'No, No, No' Arya cried out. Her hand went to her stomach as a spasm ripped through her body. The poison was too dangerous to try to get your body used to. Arya heard the door open and close, she spun around, the Waif walked towards her, Arya met in the middle. The Waif aimed a blow to her stomach and Arya scrunched over in pain as she was pushed over and she felt a weight on her. The waif had sat on her and blocked her arms and legs.
'Ah Lady Stark' The Waif mocked her 'You really need to get better at the game of faces. You were so easy to lie to' Arya raised a brow 'There is a price to pay, your name, not the kings. I just wanted to torture you, it was so fun to torment you, seeing you die inside when your beloved Jon was angry at you. How did it feel knowing I was in his chambers last night, he chose me to be in there not you. As soon as you heard I was going to kill your beloved brother you forgot everything about your training. You made it so easy to get into yours brothers circle, if you had told him what you did, what you were and what I did, he would have killed me. He loves you so very much. So it was so fun to see you take the poison to save your brother, you thought it was the poison you would be fine in the morning, a good night's sleep would work.' The waif shook her head. 'Now, you are going to die, like you should have in the room, you killed me friend. Did you know that, I might be no one, but she was my friend.' Arya opened her mouth when there was a knock at the door
'Arya, can I come in?' Sansa. Sansa didn't wait for an answer, she opened it, the Waif hide behind the door. Sansa gasp as she saw Arya she missed the Waif slipping out.
'Arya what's wrong'
'tears of Lys, Sansa go to my chest of draw and in there should be the antidote, quickly' Sansa rushed over, Arya knew she was going to pass out anytime soon, then wouldn't wake up unless the antidote was given, because it would look like a very bad fever that takes the victims as the person would be in endless agony until their last breaths.
'Arya which one? Arya' but Arya closed her eyes and saw Jon's face as she slipped into the void that would be her home filled with torture until she died.
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