Jon
Jon woke up slowly, taking in everything that had happened in the last two days, so much had happened in such a small amount of time. Arya and the kiss, it had been better then Ygritte and Jon hated himself even more for it. Arya had been poisoned, but as he thought about it more, he didn't really think she poisoned herself, he was angry when he said she did it but he sure as hell couldn't believe Mercy did it. How could he, Mercy hadn't done anything to make him think at all she was capable of poisoning someone. Arya had lied about everything, she had trusted Sansa over him and it cut Jon to the core, it hurt in his heart more so then when a dagger had been there. Jon opened his eyes and found himself facing his bedside table where there was a sword placed there but it wasn't Longclaw.
It was Needle. He sat up and touched it, not believing it was really there until he felt the cold metal against his skin. He wanted to move but his body wouldn't, he was frozen, it could mean only one thing. Then Jon's will power won out and he shot out of bed stumbling on his furs. He bolted from his room going straight towards Arya's room. He didn't bother knocking just charging in and he was met with a bare room, like he dreaded and the bed had been unslept in. Jon's fear erupted like a volcano everything since Arya had come home flashed through his mind. All Jon had thought about since he had joined the wall and hearing of their Father's death was Arya. Then when he died all he could think about was her, but then he had got her back and he had ruined it. He couldn't breath and hurried to find Sansa. Arya was gone.
'Arya is gone' Jon breathed, Sansa looked up surprised
'Gone?' Sansa questioned, Jon nodded 'I wouldn't be surprised, she was poisoned and you told her, she poisoned herself to get rid of someone.' Sansa walked past him. 'I think you should get changed, people shouldn't see their king dressed like that.' Sansa had so much venom in her voice, he could have been poisoned by it. Jon looked down at his bare chest, in his hurry he hadn't remembered to get a shirt on. He shook his head, Sansa must know something, they were close. Jon had no choice but to go back to his room, he got dressed then made his way to the great hall. Sansa was there and Jon went straight to her.
'Where is she Sansa.' Jon growled, Sansa didn't seem frightened, if anything her eyes hardened something he had only seen after she had come back from killing Ramsey,
'I don't know Jon' Sansa spat out, Jon didn't take his eyes off her but sat down
'What's wrong' sweet Mercy said as she entered
'Arya has gone.' Sansa said, Jon was confused, why would she tell Mercy something like that.
'O no, I hope she comes back' Mercy said
'She won't' Sansa said looking down, Jon thought he had woken up in a different world. Sansa didn't seem to care that Arya was gone.
Jon was staring at Bran, not believing he was here. Just like Arya, a guard had come to him saying Brandon Stark was at the gates, Jon thought he was wrong, how could a cripple survive the dead and the Night King. By the time he had made it to the gates Sansa was already hugging him and Bran was looking at Jon, through him, reading him like Arya did, but if felt different to when Arya gave him the knowing look but he couldn't pinpoint how it was different. Jon then hugged his brother. After Sam had told him about Bran, Jon thought he had failed yet another sibling, he thought when only Rickon had turned up in Ramsey's hands, Bran had died.
When Jon let go of his brother he asked to be taken to the Gods wood. Jon didn't see why no, they could talk there. The three of them sat down and Jon watched as Sansa talked to Bran, he only listened. His mind was still on Arya. Bran looked at Sansa and told her, she looked beautiful in her wedding dress, and that he was sorry it had to happen here. Sansa left quickly, leaving Jon feeling cold inside. How did Bran know what had happened, Jon only knew because Sansa told him. Jon didn't know how Bran could sit there and tell Sansa she looked beautiful the night she was raped. When Jon asked him, Bran said 'I am the three-eyed raven, I see everything.' Jon wanted to ask more, but he found the words didn't come. Where was the little boy who couldn't shoot an arrow, that little boy was in here he could see it was just underneath the surface. Bran had no emotion like Arya but with Arya there was nothing left of the little girl he once knew, only secrets.
'I know how you feel about Arya, and how she feels about you.' Jon looked down, unable to meet him in the eye.
'You try to hide it, you think it is wrong, I saw you kiss her. I saw how you couldn't accept that she didn't tell you anything, how it made you angry, and I see how you took it out on her, that you aren't even angry at Arya but yourself. And Mercy, I know about her.'
'Bran please just forget it, she is gone,' Jon tried
'You don't believe that, if I hadn't turned up you would be out looking for her, but you will never find her.' Bran told him
'You know where she is then?' Jon asked hopefully
'No, but I know where she is headed, but it is not my place to say' Jon found himself starting to boil in anger
'Bran tell me where she is.' Jon gritted out
'I can't do that, I don't know where she is. But I will tell you, Arya Stark was lost and because of you and only you did she come back. There is only so much a person can fight and you made her feel unwanted. Did you really think she isn't struggling with this? She has the same feeling and thoughts as you do in her head.'
'I just want her back.' Jon tried
'Ask Sansa tomorrow.' Jon looked at Bran, he looked in that moment wiser beyond his years. 'I know who your mother is.' Jon felt himself stop breathing
'Bran?' Jon questioned
'Eddard Stark is not your Father.' Jon didn't believe him, 'Your Mother was Lyanna Stark, and your Father was Rhaegar Targaryen' Jon shook his head 'You are not a bastard, they loved each other, Jon like you and Arya. You are the true heir to the Iron Throne.' His whole life had been lie, he didn't know what to think.
Jon didn't sleep at all, he stayed awake, thinking about everything, when tomorrow came they found out Mercy had packed her things and left in the night, Jon couldn't think of any reason why she would but Sansa sure did, Sansa came storming into his room at midday.
'She was right, she was right.' Sansa screamed at him, he recoiled her voice 'she told me, if she left The Waif would follow.'
'The Waif, who is The Waif Sansa?' the seemed to make Sansa see double
'The Waif is Mercy, you idiot. Arya knew her before when she was in Braavos. The Waif tried to kill her, so Arya left to get rid of the Waif and because she couldn't take the pain anymore the pain you were causing her.' Sansa pulled at her hair, pacing back and forward.
'I finally had, a sister, I never realised I wanted Arya as a sister until Kings landing. And because you couldn't handle the fact she had secrets I lost my sister.' Sansa pointed a finger at him. Jon felt his heart stop, lost her sister
'Where is she Sansa.' Jon asked carefully
'She is going to Kings landing to finish her list.' Sansa told him, Jon spun around and started packing, but when the next words came out of Sansa's mouth made him stop dead.
'Once she finishes her list, she won't be Arya anymore, she can change her face and Arya Stark will be dead, you will never find her. Bring me back my sister Jon.'
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