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So there will be around 2 more chapters after this one.


Arya

She looked down at Cersei's mutilated body and pushed herself off it, she couldn't even tell it was Cersei anymore. She felt herself shaking. She felt Jon's arms rap around her lifting her off the ground, Arya pushed and struggled to get out of his grip, his betrayal too close to home to let him touch her. Also ashamed of how she let herself be taken by the blackness. She stumbled towards the door, she looked down there was blood everywhere, her plan she had in case she crossed any guards wouldn't work, she would need to hide, she looked at Jon but couldn't meet his gaze. She looked back and walked out the door, she started making her way to the tunnels if she could make it to there not being seen she would be free, she could make it back to the inn. She didn't even know what to think of Jon being in Kingslanding

She walked past a cupboard when she heard many guards walking just around the corner, too many, she whipped around, seeing a confused Jon and pulled him into the cupboard with her. It was very small making them touching, she felt her heart race quicken at the contact of Jon so close to her, she could lean her head up and his lips would be upon hers.

'Arya, wh-' but Arya covered his mouth with her dry bloodied hands cutting him off, she heard the guards yelling right outside, saying the Queen was dead. Assassinated, Jon nodded his head and she lowered her hand, when she heard it was safe to leave she grabbed his hand and lead him away.

Luckily, she didn't meet anyone else and reached the tunnels. The god must be happy with the gift she gave him. She made sure she had Jon's hand before entering, they wouldn't be able to light any torches but that didn't make a difference to Arya.

'Arya I can't see.' Jon told her

'Shit up, your fine, don't let go of my hand and you won't be lost down here.' She growled at him, she tightened his grip, not saying anything though. They walked in silence. Arya could tell he wanted to ask questions, and she had a few too but she had to get out. This was never part of the plan, kill her and go, Arya didn't really know what happened back there, only she had slipped into a trance like state from the impossible training she had been put through at The House of Black and White, it was like when she pretending to be someone she wasn't.

Arya led Jon through Kingslanding, staying in the shadows so no one noticed them, when she reached the inn she entered and headed straight for her room. She missed Robb and Ellia, they couldn't see her like this and with Jon after how kind they had been. She went to the basin full of water and started cleaning herself.

'What are you doing here Jon?' she asked coldly, not stopping her job at cleaning the blood off.

'Bran came home.' Arya froze, turning slowly to face him to make sure he wasn't lying. He wasn't.

'He, he's alive' she felt something flutter in her cold stone heart. Jon nodded

'He told me who my parents were. Big shock Eddard Stark isn't my Father.' Jon bitterly said, Arya looked at him, 'I am the Son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark.' that meant they were 'we are cousins.'

'That doesn't change anything. Nothing does. Its too late.' Arya told him before turning back around.

'Sansa told me what your plan was after you finished your list. I can't let that happen.' He told her

'You can't stop it.' she was finished her hands and moved onto her arms. Once she was done she told Jon to turn around as she changes, when she was putting her shirt of she felt his eyes on her 'Stop looking.' She barked at him

'Sorry your just so beautiful.' She scoffed as she finished getting changed. There was silence and when Jon broke it, he was quite

'What happened in there Arya? I understand you wanted to kill her, but that.' she thought about lying, but if Sansa told him about her, he would know about the Faceless men.

'I, I was meant to go in there kill her and go but she said something, then I don't know, I blacked out, I mean I was awake and remember doing it, but it was something I taught myself to help with the training, I haven't done it for a while.' Arya mumbled

'Arya I need you to talk to me. Let me in, I understand now, that being on your own makes it hard to trust anyone. But I need you to. Please' he begged

'I can't' she shook her head closing her eyes 'The things I have done, you won't look at me the same. I can't, I lost everyone I can't lose you too' the last part was a whisper on her lips but she knew he heard her from the small in take of breath he made. She heard his footsteps closing in until he was right behind her.

'Trust me, when I say, after what happened in that castle, I, you won't lose me.' He told her. She nodded

'You know up to when I left for Braavos, that wasn't a lie, I left small parts out. But you know I have a list of people I want to kill. After the Red Wedding, after seeing Robb's body, I changed, I know people say they changed after a life and death situation, I gave up on holding back my rage, I had only killed one person, a stable boy, I had to, to survive. The second was.' She breathed 'he was bragging about putting Grey Winds head on Robb's body. I stole The Hounds dagger tricked the guy and his friends then stabbed him over and over. It felt good, killing that man, letting my rage out, I did it again with Polliver, the same way he killed my friend, word to word.' She finished the gaps before stating her Braavos story. She turned around so she was facing him, but she couldn't look him in the eye. She told him everything, leaving nothing out until she made it to her losing her sight.

'When I lost my sight, they left me on the streets as a blind beggar. They took me back and starting beating Arya Stark out of me. I learnt the black out thing to help with the pain, so I could keep standing up and fighting. They started making me forget myself. Small details at first, like who was at Winterfell to bigger things like what you looked like until I only remembered three things from my life. My list, though I didn't know why I had it. And two words. Needle and Snow. I often thought I didn't have any family left because I was sad thinking about it, and why would I be here if I did.'

'Arya' but Arya ignored him and continued

'Because I let go of Arya Stark to gain my sight back, I became their very best, their best they ever had. I want to tell you what made Arya come back but I can't, I have to do everything else first, or I won't get through it.' She glanced up to see him nod.

'I was starting to remember when I watched this play, it made me angry, I had only remembered Father at this point, only small details, but that was enough to relight my rage. But I had learned to contain it now. So when I was sent to kill this actress I couldn't, I grabbed Needle and became Arya Stark. The memories come back slowly, so when I came home, there were some details I still didn't remember. But I remember everything now.'

'Um The Waif found out and was sent after me. She nearly killed me.' She lifted her shirt to show the three larger scars that were on her stomach, around other smaller scars. She felt his hands ghost the scares lightly as if to make sure they were there. She pushed her shirt down again 'The actress stitched me up. When I woke up the Waif had slit her throat. She chased me and I opened the stiches up again and led her to a trap. I couldn't beat her in the light, I was the best because unlike many they tried to train, I could do everything in the dark. I turned out the lights and killed her. So no it's not the same person, she has The Waif's face. I took off her face because a face needed to be added to the wall. That was how I escaped. I went home and killed Walder Frey before coming home, she came and told me she was going to kill you.'

'Arya' Arya shook her head

'I couldn't let it happen, I love you too much, I took the poison, I thought I could handle it. You, you were so angry, I couldn't live with that, you hating me so I left. I still don't know If I will stay.' There was silence, before

'Arya, how did you remember?' he asked softly, she felt tears prick to eyes, she had been so strong.

'I had a mission, a nine-year-old girl, people had paid for her, I do not know why.' She was full on crying now, she couldn't breathe, she backed up slowly trying to put some distance between him, but he only followed her until her back hit the wall.

'As I slit her throat memories of Father came back, she loved her Father like I loved mine, she was lost and trusted me, like I wanted to trust someone and I killed her. Her Father is most likely still wondering where she is, all she wanted was her Father like all I wanted was mine. Her name was Brea, and I see her scared face every time I close my eyes.'

'Arya, you can't let your guilt eat you up. You didn't know what you were doing, I love you and I can't, I won't say goodbye to you I need you.' He kissed her eyes, kissing the tears away, all over her face, until they reached her lips. They stayed there for a second but that was all it took for fire to light her stomach, Jon's lips moved slowly and Arya kissed back slowly. He broke off looking at her, there wasn't disgust anymore, only lust and love. Arya was still shaking, had she told him her whole story and he was still here, with love in his eyes. She gave in and kissed Jon again. It was different than the one they shared in the training yard, it was firm but soft at the same time and she liked it the same, maybe even more. He opened her mouth sticking his tongue in. She moaned a little, she felt his hands sliding down her body digging his hand into her hip. Her hands went in his hair keeping his head to hers. He slid his hands around her butt lifting her up and pinning her against her wall trapping her. She gasped at the forceful movement. She used the wall as support to take his shirt off. Arya looked at his scars that littered his body. She kissed the one right over his heart. He carried her to her bed lying her down. He stopped for a minute asking a silent approval and she nodded letting him love her. Letting him in and trusting him.


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