Arya's POV

Her father was coming back to King's landing, Sansa had told her and all the armies were returning home apart from a force at the Golden Tooth, Crakehall and Deep Den apart from a lot of the leaders, knights and nobleman were coming to King's landing for honours and the celebration Tourney; she hadn't heard that from Sansa, she and Elia had overheard the King talking with Mace Tyrell when they were sneaking around the Red keep.

She had been having so much fun with Elia and Obella, they were just like her, defiant and spirited keen to explore and explore they had. They had run around most of Kings Landin and the Red Keep, they had explored the secret passages Arya had found earlier and the vaults were the dragon skulls were. They had even joined in learning Braavosi Water dancing with her which was good as it gave her people he own age and skill to spar against and she won almost every time.

She had also spent some time with Prince Trystanne although she was nervous at first that he would want a proper lady but he never said anything about her attitude, or how she dressed, she supposed he was used to it, living in Dorne. He had begun teaching her the game Cyvasse, which she enjoyed at first but it, did get a bit boring she preferred to be practising with her sword or out chasing cats and Trystanne didn't mind joining in.

She now was alone on the Red Keeps Front wall overlooking the gate, as captives from the war were being brought in she had just seen Jamie Lannister stumble past looking quite weak and pale, he was the only one she recognised, but there were a couple of young blonde boys who must be Lannisters and a guy a who looked like a pig.

"Ah so you are the famous Arya my daughters are spending so much time with and who is going to marry my nephew, "said a voice from behind her.

She turned to find a man in golden robes , a lined face with thin eyebrows, black eyes like a viper and a sharp nose.[ His hair was black with only a few silver streaks and receded from his brow into a widow's peak.

"You're Prince Oberyn."

"Right you are, my girl. I hear you have become quite good friends with My daughters and they tell you are rather good with a sword. Quite ferocious, they've told me taught them a few lessons," he chuckled

"Yes my lord, I have Braavosi Water Dancer teaching me."

"Ah Water dancing, I have seen it used skilfully in my travels in Braavos but I myself have always preferred the spear, much more range but just a swift and deadly as sword," he commented staring out over the wall as well especially looking at the man with a face like a pig being dragged my strong women.

"A sword is all I need to kill Cersei and Joffery though," she spat viscously imaging needle going through their heart. Then she realised what she said and thought Oberyn was going to tell her off but he didn't.

"You see that man there?" he asked pointing.

"What the man with a face like a pig," she asked curiously.

"Yes that man, I want to kill him, I want myself to be the last thing he sees when I stab him through the heart with my spear, he killed my nephew, son of my sister. I have whispered 3 certain names amongst others before I go to sleep every night since my sister died. Ser Gregor Celgange, Tywin Lannister and that man there, Ser Amory Lorch." He looked down at her and notice she was staring right back at him listening intently. ", 2 of those names have already been brought to justice but this one I shall have. Arya, if you want to see Joffery and Cersei dead and anyone else who wrongs you never forget their name as one day you may have your chance for vengeance," he confessed, And with that he's strolled away.

That night she remembered what he said and before she fell asleep she spokes the names she wanted to see die. "The Hound, Joffery Waters and Cersei Lannister."

Little did she know that tomorrow she would get her wish.

The trials and executions were going to take place first before the celebrations, as the daughter of the Hand she was allowed in to the Throne Room and stood with her sisters as trial after trials were held. The previous Kingsguard along with the hound had already been executed as they had agreed to serve till death, so death it must be, where her sister had looked away when those executions took place, she had stared intently as the Hound kneeled defiantly on the steps of the red keep, not even looking defeated as Ser Loras Tyrell raised his sword and swiftly brought it down severing the head from the neck.

A few had been granted small amount of mercy, Ser Lancel Lannister, Ser Kevan lannister, Ser lyle crakehall and a few other knights and lords been captured during the battle had elected to take the black, a few more were granted freedom and allowed to return turn to their lands but had to pay reparations to the crown.

The 4 she had waited for were last, first Ser Amory Lorch.

The king addressed him from the iron throne, "Do you Ser Amory confess to following orders of a known traitor and killing knights loyal to the crown."

"I do not," he sneered screwing up his face and spitting in the direction of the king.

Before Renly had a chance to speak to his right Prince Oberyn spoke. "I say my king, we grant him mercy on those charges as they are not as horrific as the crime he committed against my family, stabbing a girl more than 50 times, a brutal and disgusting act, I'm sure you will agree."

King Renly spoke "yes I agree, Lord Oberyn, what do you say to those charges, Ser Amory."

She watched the glint of hatred in Oberyn's black eyes as he stared at Ser Amory willing him to confess so he could have the satisfaction of wielding the sword that executed him.

"No, I will not confess in this farce of a trial, in front of a queer king, I demand trial by combat," he shouted and when Arya looked over the Oberyn, she could see he could not have been more pleased with the outcome. He stood up and walked down the stairs turning back to look at the king.

"Your grace as it is a crime against my family his is being tried for I request that I be the champion who faces him in combat."

"I agree lord Oberyn, this court is dismissed, we will return tomorrow for the Trial by combat of Ser Amory Lorch and the other remaining trials."

As she left Arya was disappointed, she had wanted to see Ser Amory die today but she would se Prince Oberyn claim his vengeance soon enough.