Arya

She looked left and right before slipping into the small one room house. She used her teaching from The House of Black and White, to guide herself through the room, staying in the darkness. She felt everything around her, heard the man lying on his bed, his even breathing indicated he was indeed asleep. she smiled wickedly, she could see through the darkness as well as she could in the light, using all her senses the Kind man beat into her.

It was an hour before dawn and her plan was going off without a hitch. It was a simple plan but affective, she had been following him around all day learning his duty to Cersei, when he would be needed the next day, everything. She even knew he had mutton soup for dinner, with two finely sliced brown bread. She would have watched him for another day, but time was limited, with the threat of The Waif close by. Arya had planned this man's death since he had been added to her list. Every time she went to sleep thinking about each way she would kill the people on her list, only Ilyn Payne's had stayed the same.

For a knight, a knight the Queen liked he lived in a horrible house, it was worn down, some of the walls were crumbling. She walked swiftly but silently towards him. She pulled out a candle she had hidden in her cloths and lit it, placing it on his side table. He didn't wake and Arya smiled again. She looked at him for a minute, wanting to look at the man who killed her Father. She clenched her jaw just thinking back to that day at the Sept, her Father was a man of the Old Gods, but he had been murdered in front of the new. Away from the North, the North that loved him as much as he loved it. She took out her dagger and placed it on his throat. He opened his eyes and tried to sit up but was abruptly stopped by the steel at his throat and lied down again, she saw a flicker of fear in his cold eyes before it was replaced by his normal glare. She smiled maliciously as she was a red trail of blood on his neck.

'Don't speak' she told him but laughed inside her head, 'Oh wait you can't, right.' He glared at her but didn't try to move. She pressed a little deeper enjoying the sight of more blood dripping down his neck.

'Years ago, you did a very wrong deed. Do you know what you did?' He didn't make any movement, she saw in his eyes he was trying to think of what he did.

'I asked you a question' she told him pressing deeper still, he shook his head making the dagger slip over his cut and it wasn't just a line of blood now.

'Good, I will give you a hint. Joffrey gave you an order to bring him an innocent man's head. You did, now I will get my revenge on you. You took something very precious to me, one of the most important things to me and in return you were added to my list. I am going to cut your head off and stick it on a pike placing it in the Red Keep. Sound familiar?' His eyes widened 'That's right, my name is Arya Stark, and you killed my Father Eddard Stark.' She dug her knife into his neck, not enough to kill him, only to cause pain. She smiled feeling satisfaction as the blood poured from his neck onto her hands. It was warm staining her hands. She gave one last swift slice and he was gone. She pulled and tugged his head off from his body.

Something welled up inside her, like it had when she killed Walder Frey, it wasn't happiness but it filled something inside her cold heart. Justice. Robb, Father and Jon would be disgusted at what she was feeling but they weren't there, they would never be there again. Robb and Father were honorable, but she wasn't, they had died and didn't have to see the aftermath. They didn't have to see their heads off from their shoulders, cheering of 'King in the North, King in the North' over and over again on repeat not letting her have any sleep. A wolf head replaced as a head. Jon hadn't seen what she saw so he wouldn't understand. Why was she thinking of Jon, she hadn't thought of Jon when she killed the Frey's? She shook her head of the thoughts of Jon, his smile, his hair, his body. 'He didn't want you Arya so stop.' A voice in her head told her and she listened. She looked at Ilyn Payne's body and started the second part of her plan.

It was easy to get into the Red Keep, the guards were half asleep at their posts. She found the spot she wanted, it was perfect, it was clear for everyone to see, she wanted to write a message, but that would make Cersei even more on edge. She would have heard what had happened at the Twins, no she would know when it was her time to die. She grabbed the pike she made earlier sticking Payne's head on it. She left his eyes open, before tying the pike up.

She stayed around long enough for the first person to see it, a young maid, screamed alerting the guards. Arya slipped away without anyone knowing she was there. Today was a new day where she would start the plan she had for Cersei and the Mountain, it would take a little longer to pull off, but she didn't have time to spare. Time was running short The Waif, would already be in Kings landing or very close. But she relished in the feeling that her Father's murderer had been killed and a name had been crossed off her list.

Her thoughts wondered back to Jon, how he would be appalled at had done to Payne, and what she had planned for Cersei and the Mountain, if she thought he hated her now, if he knew he would sink to another leave of hatred.


So Arya killed her Fathers Killer. What do you think?