arya stark (2)


Arya glared at the gnarled root by her feet. She realized that the pretense was done. Gendry knew, and she had nothing in her pants to convince him otherwise. She could draw Needle and kill him where he stood, or else trust him. She wasn’t certain she’d be able to kill him, even if she tried; he had his own sword, and he was a lot stronger. All that was left was the truth. “Lommy and Hot Pie can’t know,” she said.

“They won’t,” he swore. “Not from me.”

“Arya.” She raised her eyes to his. “My name is Arya. Of House Stark.”

“Of House …” It took him a moment before he said, “The King’s Hand was named Stark. The one they killed for a traitor.”

“He was never a traitor. He was my father.”

Gendry’s eyes widened. “So that’s why you thought …”

She nodded. “Yoren was taking me home to Winterfell.”

“I … you’re highborn then, a … you’ll be a lady …”

Arya looked down at her ragged clothes and bare feet, all cracked and callused. She saw the dirt under her nails, the scabs on her elbows, the scratches on her hands. Septa Mordane wouldn’t even know me, I bet. Sansa might, but she’d pretend not to. “My mother’s a lady, and my sister, but I never was.”

“Yes you were. You were a lord’s daughter and you lived in a castle, didn’t you? And you … gods be good, I never …” All of a sudden Gendry seemed uncertain, almost afraid. “All that about cocks, I never should have said that. And I been pissing in front of you and everything, I … I beg your pardon, m’lady.”

Stop that!” Arya hissed. Was he mocking her?

“I know my courtesies, m’lady,” Gendry said, stubborn as ever. “Whenever highborn girls came into the shop with their fathers, my master told me I was to bend the knee, and speak only when they spoke to me, and call them m’lady.”

“If you start calling me m’lady, even Hot Pie is going to notice. And you better keep on pissing the same way too.”

“As m’lady commands.”

Arya slammed his chest with both hands. He tripped over a stone and sat down with a thump. “What kind of lord’s daughter are you?” he said, laughing.

This kind.” She kicked him in the side, but it only made him laugh harder.

Arya V, A Clash of Kings.

“ do you want to be a queen? ”

              “ no. i want to be the queen. ”


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MOPHIE <3 /Credits: Jay.

This had been in my drafts for AGES, and I felt like if I was ever gonna publish it, now was the time. It’s pretty silly, but whatever.


Jon suggests it before even Arya herself voices her wishes. He approaches him, head down, timid and respectful, and Ned feels the usual pang of guilt at seeing the boy act so measured. Lyanna would rage against such an attitude.

“My lord, Father.” Jon says, and Catelyn sets her lips in a line and makes an excuse to leave them. 

“C’mere Jon,” he says with as much warmth as he can muster, sitting to be closer to the boy’s eyes. “What is it?”

“Arya was crying yesterday, when you saw us in the Godswood.” Jon explains, and Ned just nods. He had gathered as much, Arya all curled up in his arms hiding her face. Ned had not wanted to see her face in tears, like Lyanna’s once was, so he had let them be. “She heard something which upset her.”

“Have you come to tell me the culprit?” The boy shakes his head inmedietly.

“No, father.” Jon swallows and then offers. “I think I know how to make her happy.” Suddenly Ned is a boy again, in a visit from the Eyre, not knowing what to give Lyanna for her nameday. And Brandon is there too, in all his confidence announcing I think I know how to make her happy. It hurts all to much when Jon suggests the very same thing: “I think we should get her her own mare, for her to train and name.”

“Is that so?” Is all Ned chokes out, and he can see in the boys eyes that he thinks he has said something wrong by the tone of his voice. “Well she will outgrown ponys soon, might as well be prepared and teach her to sit a horse.” He says with a smile, to encourage the boy.

“I already taught her that, father.” Jon admits with a smile. “She is ready.”

“I’ll speak with Hullen then,” Ned decides. It’s such a little easy thing to arrange, and he knows as soon as Arya gets her own mare that she will be riding all day like Lyanna used to. “Go tell her, make her smile.” Arya had been frowning for days now, and Ned wanted her easy smiles back.

Arya gets her horse in less then a fortnight. Jon is there to present it to her. She jumps up and down in excitement when Jon offers to help her jump on the saddle, and Ned heart breaks all over again when he sees Lyanna on a horse. Nevertheless, he smiles at the both of them trotting around the courtyard. They’re true northern riders, like Brandon and Lyanna were.

“Thank you Hullen, and Father.” Arya says when she is done, her mare stopping next to Jon’s own horse. If not for the age and other distinctions, they could practically pass for mirror images of each other. 

“How will you name her, child?”

“Snow.” Arya says breathlessly, and Jon’s smile is just like Lyanna’s used to be.