Well, I finally have this ready! I haven't updated in weeks because I was busy (summer and all) but from now on I will have more time to write! So I hope that I won't keep you waiting anymore from now on!

I really hope that you like this chapter! Enjoy! :D

After a long day of riding, Arya, Sandor and Jon, along with the men that they had taken with them, dismounted their horses and fed them, and then settled down for the night after they ate something. Arya hadn't spoken a word in the entire day, and she had been rather absent-minded. Jon and Sandor hadn't failed to notice, but they chose not to mention it until they were getting ready to rest for the night.

"You can still back off" Jon told her at nightfall.

"What? No!" she exclaimed, frowning and finally speaking. She shivered and tried to cover herself up more with the blanket that she had brought. Although they had stopped to sleep in a very good place, it was winter and it was freezing cold.

"You've been tense the whole buggering day" Sandor said. "Is it because of that smith?"

"NO!"

She knew that Sandor and Jon knew that she was lying, and she felt her cheeks burning hot with rage, but both men restrained himself from saying anything. Sandor just shrugged and went off to sleep beneath his own blanket. It was just a matter of seconds before he fell asleep and started snoring lightly. Jon, on the other hand, laid down on his back and stared at the bright stars that were shining brightly in the dark sky.

Arya could not sleep so easily. The truth was that she was furious. First Gendry said one thing, and then he did another, it got on her nerves. The truth was that she wasn't surprised; after all, it wasn't the first time that he did such a thing. He had already left her alone years ago. She should have told Bran to kick him out of Winterfell that first night that he appeared in the castle, and they should have let him rot under the rain. Arya wanted to feel sorry for having helped him and been his friend... But she couldn't completely hate him. And she hated that awkward feeling inside her chest and belly, like if she had a pit full of butterflies deep inside her.

In the end, she just wanted to arrive at the Twins and get that whole situation over with. And she needed to forget Gendry and how mad she was with him, at least for the time being. She needed to sleep.

She twisted and turned around over and over again under her blanket, uncomfortable and wide awake yet tired, and the cold wasn't helping. She didn't know how late it was, or how many hours of sleep she had left, and it was starting to bother her.

Then she remembered a similar situation in which she had found herself in the past, at Harrenhal, and she remembered how she had managed to get some sleep back then. In the past she had many names, but in the present she had only one name to whisper:

"Walder Frey."

She whispered the name under her breath many times. Walder Frey, Walder Frey, Walder Frey, Walder Frey, Walder Frey... The name had already lost it's sense when sleep claimed her.

It was sunrise when they woke her up. She was so tired that she did not want to open her eyes, and she grunted in a bad mood. Sandor or Jon (she supposed that it was one of them trying to wake her up) shook her more insistently, and she protested more. In her sleep, she had forgotten all about going to the Twins, and her back and neck hurt from the uncomfortable position in which she had been during the cold night. She just wanted some more rest.

"Get lost!" she muttered, her eyes still shut.

She heard an indignant laugh that most certainly did not belong to Jon or the Hound.

"Damn it, Arya, wake up!" a voice that even more certainly wasn't the Hound's or Jon's said with an amused ring to it.

Her eyes went wide open, and she gasped when she saw the young smiling man with the black hair and the blue eyes. As soon as her shock faded, rage filled her up. Before she said anything, she raised her had and hit Gendry as hard as she could on his shoulder.

"Stupid!" she exclaimed angrily, but that did not erase the grin from Gendry's face. She wanted to punch him so hard… "What are you doing here?!"

"Well, I realized that it would be stupid to let you go on with this madness alone. You could get hurt."

"I'm not alone!" she protested. She stood up and then rolled the blanket with her hands before throwing it at Gendry's face. The impact made him take a step back.

"Bloody hells, Arya, your arms are stronger than before!" Gendry exclaimed, still with a grin on his face. Arya thought that his voice sounded funny somehow, but she didn't pay much attention to it.

"You two lovebirds!" Sandor exclaimed then, trying to get their attention. Arya felt her face turn even a darker red than before. "Are you coming or not!"

They broke their fast, and then they mounted their horses to keep riding towards the Twins. Arya eyed Gendry's horse; she had never seen that horse, black as the night, in Winterfell, so she wondered where he had gotten it. Had he stole it? She didn't find it necessary to steal a horse when Bran would just give Gendry any horse that he wanted.

Her direwolf, Nymeria, had also come with them. A direwolf always came in handy in a fight, if there was to be one. Arya had found Nymeria months ago, in the woods near Winterfell. Somehow, the direwolf had managed to find her master, and Arya had never been happier. She had missed her direwolf terrily since the day that she had to make her run away so that Cersei Lannister wouldn't dispose of her just as she did with Lady. Jon was also travelling with his direwolf Ghost.

"How did you find us?" Jon suddenly asked Gendry, making the young man turn his head around to look at him. Everyone's attention was now on the bastard, for they all wondered the same thing. He just shrugged.

"I followed the tracks. It wasn't that hard. Besides, I already knew which way you were going, didn't I?

Of course, it had been a stupid question. It was obvious that Gendry only had to follow the way from Winterfell to the Twins, and sooner or later he would have found them. It had been sooner rather than later.

"Have you any idea how you're going to get in once you're there?" Gendry asked then. Sandor grunted and shook his head.

"No. We still have to decide and make a plan."

"Why don't we just go in and that's it?" Arya asked then. She didn't understand why it was so complicated for everyone else. "The Tullys are their liege lords, I'm half a Tully, and they don't know that we know that Walder Frey is there! For all they know, you could be going there to negociate marrying me off!"

Right after she said that, she felt bile rising up in her throat at the mere thought of it, which was disgusting.

"After what happened the last time that your family was there for a wedding?!" Sandor exclaimed. "Hell no, they aren't that fucking stupid. They know that no Stark or Tully will ever marry a Frey again."

"Or even go to the Twins to peacefully talk" Jon added.

"And, they betrayed their guests once. Who says they won't do it again?"

"But we are not at war anymore…"

"But you are still a threat" Sandor rasped. "When they look at you, they won't see the little wolf-bitch of years ago. They will see the Stark that rode into Westeros mounted on a fucking dragon and almost burned King's Landing to the ground. And they won't like it. People don't like to be afraid. They want to get rid of their fears, just as little kids kill spiders in fear that it will bite them. For the Freys, you are that spider."

"I'm not a spider" she replied a little bit angrily. "I'm a wolf of Winterfell."

Sandor looked at her but said nothing. After a few seconds of tense silence, he just nodded his head, as if recognizing that she was right. Sandor had gained a lot of respect for Arya in the few past years, and it had been the same the other way around. And he did have to give it to her, she was a fierce wolf. All of the Starks were.

"Will they also try to kill him?" Gendry asked then, referring to Jon. "He's the Prince, after all."

Sandor scoffed.

"They already killed a King. What will stop them from doing the same to a Prince?"

"Surely they won't want Daenerys's dragons burning them alive if they dare to harm her nephew."

"It's too risky" Sandor said. "We have to get inside the fucking Twins without been seen. The best thing would be at night, and we need a fucking good plan."

"Then leave it to me" Gendry said with determination, and they all looked at him, frowning. He looked at all three of them in the eyes. "I can get us in."

"How?" Sandor asked, narrowing his eyes with suspicion.

"Trust me."

"Why would I do that? You could get all of our sorry arses killed!"

"Sandor, trust him" Arya said then, earning a stunned stare from his goodbrother.

"Now you favor him!? Last night you didn't seem so happy with him!"

She felt her cheeks burning.

"I'm still not happy with him" she muttered, glaring at Gendry, who was looking at her in silence. "But I trust him. And we need to get inside the Twins. He says he can do it, and at least he has an idea. That's more than what you can say."

Neither Sandor nor Jon said anything, for they both knew that she was right. She wasn't happy about defending Gendry, but in that situation she had no other choice; she desperately wanted to be in front of Walder Frey, look him in the eyes and make him pay. If Gendry could make that happen, so be it.

She looked at the young man again, only to find that he was still staring at her. When their eyes met, her heart skipped a beat, and he gave her a little sideways smile, as in gratitude for giving him a chance, or maybe it was a comforting smile. She didn't want to guess which one, and she didn't want to look at him any longer because she was still terribly mad at him. Yes, he had changed his mind and was now going with her to the Twins, but that didn't change the fact that he hadn't gone with her at the beginning.

"If they catch us because of you, I'll geld you, boy" Sandor rasped menacingly, pointing a warning finger at Gendry.

"Don't worry. That won't happen."

The night that they finally arrived at the Twins, they all waited patiently hidden between the trees while Gendry went off to deal with the guards at the gates. Honestly, Arya had no idea of how Gendry pretended to try and do that, but she hadn't seen him in years, and she had no clue of what he was capable of doing now. Maybe he had received training of some kind, and he was truly capable of sneaking them in. She waited quite impatiently; even thought she hadn't talked much to Gendry while on the road and she was still pretending that she had mad at him, she was really anxious and scared. What if something bad happened to him? What if he was caught and killed? She was suddenly afraid, and she dreaded that that would happen. She realized that she couldn't take it.

"Why is he taking so long?" she whispered, he voice was shaking.

"Hush, Arya, it's not easy to get rid of the guards at the gates" Jon told her. "You said you trusted him."

"I do! But… But… Shouldn't we send Nymeria and Ghost to help him?"

"Do you want to get discovered?" Sandor rasped, and she shook her head. "Then wait and stay quiet!"

"But can you hear anything?"

"No! Now shut up."

A few minutes passed, and then they suddenly heard a whistle. That was the sign. Gendry had succeeded.

"Move!" Sandor told Arya, Jon and the knights to get out of their hiding.

They all walked towards the Twins. Gendry was there at the gates of the first tower, and on a pile next to him where the bodies of all the dead guards. It shocked Arya and she nearly stopped walking because of that. Had Gendry really done that all by himself? But how?! She had never seen him killing anyone.

Sandor and Jon were surprised as well, and Gendry greeted all of them with a grin on his face.

"I told you you could trust me" he said, and again Arya thought that his voice sounded funny somehow. That was not the best time to point it out, however, so she said nothing about it.

They all crossed the gates and entered the Twins. Arya could not believe it, they made it! They were inside! Now all she had to do was find Walder Frey, and have her vengeance.

"What should we do know?" one of the knights that had come with them dared to ask, keeping his voice very low so that they wouldn't be discovered by anyone inside the castle.

"We need to find Walder Frey" Jon said.

"How do we do that? If anyone sees us…"

"I'll go alone" Arya said then, earning the shocked looks of both her cousin and her goodbrother and also the knights. "I was trained in Braavos, I can sneak around without been seen. I can take Nymeria with me, she'll protect me" she added, patting her direwolf in the head.

"Arya, this is crazy…" Jon started saying, but Sandor cut him off.

"She can do it" he rasped. "She is perfectly capable of doing it. Let her go."

Jon seemed to doubt at first, but then he just looked at Arya and sighed before nodding, letting her know that he was ok with it. She smile a small smile that was supposed to comfort Jon and let him know that nothing was going to happen to her, and then she also looked at Sandor to silently let him know that she was grateful to him for trusting her.

"Be careful" she said. "Anyone could pass by here and find you. Do whatever you have to do."

"Are you sure you will be alright?"

"I will" she nodded. She had never been so sure of anything in her life. She stared at her direwolf. "Come, Nymeria."

She had her sword Needle in her hand, and she started walking through the hallways of the castle. It was all dark, but she had no trouble finding her way; she was using all her senses, and she trusted her instinct.

"Nymeria" she whispered to her direwolf "find Walder Frey. Go girl."

It seemed that the direwolf had understood her, because she started leading the way. Arya trusted the direwolf, and she followed behind her. What other choice did she have, anyways? She was starting to get a funny feeling in the pit of her stomach, like if she was sick. She was nervous. She had waited a long time for this moment.

She hated that place. Her brother and mother had been murdered there, along with the Stark men. Arya thought that she could hear the screams filling the dark and cold hallways, the clashing of the steel of the swords, the bards singing the Rains of Castamere…

She shivered. She remembered when she had arrived at that place only to see the Freys parading around the body of her dead brother with Greywind's head sewed on top of his shoulders. She wanted to cry, but she wouldn't. She couldn't. She had a task to do. Tonight, the Red God would receive a death.

"Arya."

She turned around, startled, and almost stabbed Gendry in the belly with Needle. He jumped back just in time to dodge the Valyrian steel word.

"What are you doing here?!" she hissed, angry because he had scared her. "I could have screamed! I could have killed you!"

"I had to come with you. What if someone finds you? You'll need a hand!"

"I don't need your help, and I don't want it. Where are the others?"

"We heard footsteps, so they had to hide" Gendry explained. "I came here to find you. Do you even know where you are going?"

"Nymeria is going to find Wlader Frey for me" Arya said, and Gendry looked down at the direwolf, who was staring back at him. As soon as the young man and the direwolf made eye contact, Nymeria started growling with an angry face.

"I don't think your pet likes me" Gendry commented, partially amused. For the third time, Arya noticed how his voice sounded off and strange.

"She's smart" she spat. "And what is wrong with your voice?"

Gendry looked at her confused, and he frowned.

"My voice?"

"Yes, it sounds funny… Like if you had an accent."

"Maybe I picked it up in Dorne."

"No, you didn't. You didn't sound like that in Winterfell."

"Arya, there's nothing wrong with my voice, and I don't think that this is a great time to discuss such matters" he said. "Unless you want to be found and killed."

She scoffed, and turned her back on him, and resumed following Nymeria around the castle. The direwolf silently guided her the right way, leading Arya and Gendry to the great hall.

The door was open, and they could look inside. It was dark, illuminated only by the moonlight that came through the narrow windows. It was empty, except for a very old man that stood in front of one of the windows, looking outside at the river.

Arya had never seen Walder Frey, but she knew that it was him. Her instinct was screaming at her that it was him.

She silently ordered Nymeria to stay quiet and still outside, and then she looked at Gendry in the eyes. He was serious, and there was a cold determination in his blue eyes. Arya felt something strange deep inside her once again. Those were not the eyes that she knew, there was something different about them. But that wasn't the time for such thoughts. What had to e done needed to be done quickly. Gendry nodded slightly, giving her courage, and she took a deep and silent breath before leaving him behind and entering the great hall.

Silent as a cat, quick as a snake she thought, remembering Syrio Forel's lessons. He had taught her how to be a water dancer, and she would not fail.

She silently sneaked up behind Walder Frey's back, getting closer and closer to him. Her grip on her sword was so strong that it hurt. She could feel her heart beating furiously inside her chest…

She was right behind him now. One move, that's all that it would take. One move, and it was over.

This is for my mother, and for Robb.

Walder Frey turned around then, and looked at her with his half blind eyes. Arya froze, afraid that he would shout for help, but the old man did no such thing.

"Young Stark… heh, I knew that you would come someday, heh…" he said with a broken voice. He seemed to be waiting, but Arya didn't move. She just stood there with Needle in her hand, while she looked at the man who destroyed her family with eyes full of hate. "Well? Are you just going to stay there? Heh."

Arya wanted to kill him, every cell in her body was screaming at her to do it, but she was frozen in place. Hot tears were filling her eyes, and threatening to fall down her cheeks.

Walder Frey raised an old, wrinkled, boney and shaking finger and pointed at a spot on the floor of the great hall.

"That's… where your goodsister was slaughtered, heh. She was with child, heh." he said. Arya couldn't decipher the tone of his voice, she couldn't tell if he was enjoying telling her that or not. Then the old man pointed at another spot on the floor, close to the first one. "That's where Roose Bolton… heh, stabbed your brother, heh."

There was a faint smile in his old, cruel and wrinkled face now. Tears ran down Arya's face now, and she felt that she couldn't breath.

Finally, Walder Frey pointed at a third spot.

"And that's where your mother was killed, heh. She screamed like a pig in heat before they cut her throat open, heh."

Neddle buried itself Walder Frey's body, stopping the words from coming out of his mouth anymore. He looked at Arya with his eyes wide open, and his mouth and hands were shaking. Arya twisted the small sword inside his belly, causing a pool of blood to form beneath them on the stone floor. When she spoke, she did it loud and clear, so that the man that had betrayed her mother and brother could hear her:

"Valar Morghulis."

She took Needle out of his body with one quick movement, and Walder Frey's lifeless corpse fell to the floor at her feet. She looked at him with no joy, nor hatred nor pity. She felt nothing. She just stood there, with a bloodstained Needle in her hand, on a pool of traitor's blood.

She heard a voice behind her then. At first she thought that she had been discovered, but she recognized the strongly accented voice that she hadn't heard in years.

"A girl has grown. A girl has no mercy."