Arya I
She couldn't believe her dad had agreed to a betrothal for her, she didn't want to get married, even if it was to a Prince of Dorne. She was busy in the Tower of the Hand, practising her water dancing.
Twirling, swinging the sword and thrusting, standing on one leg and taking a stance, when 2 voices broke her concentration and she fell as she tried to hop to her other leg.
She looked behind her to see 2 girls poking their heads out from behind the archway, one must have been about her age and the other one a couple of years younger than her.
"Who are you, what you doing in here?" demanded Arya annoyed and slightly embarrassed, at having tripped up.
"I'm Elia Sand," said the older one.
"And I'm Obella Sand," piped in the younger one.
"We are Prince Oberyn's daughters and we go where we want. What were you doing, that's not how I thought a lady should act."
"Don't you dare call me a lady, I am not a lady," she yelled "If you call me a Lady again I will stick you with the pointy end." She walked up to them and stuck needle in their face.
"Ooh a female north of Dorne with a backbone and fire in her heart. Prince Trystane is a lucky man," Elia smirked.
"Trystane is not marrying me, I won't have a man turn me into a lady," she ordered.
"I had heard that you loved and admired Dornish culture, Dornishmen want strong willed women, he will be happy with you, com with us, and we are going exploring," Elia told her.
She suddenly remembered what she had been taught by her speta, maybe this was the better way, she knew her father would make her marry eventually at least it was to a Dornishman, and a prince at that.
Authors' note
Just a small chapter wanted to a do small bit on arya but couldn't think of much more to write for her, next chapter will be longer I promise.