jaqen h'ghar*

DEAR GAME OF THRONES WRITERS, STOP KILLING THE DIREWOLVES! YOU EVIL FUCKING SWINES THEY ARE JUST FURRY CREATURES WHO PROTECT THE STARKS AND WANT TO BE LOVED. GOD FUCK THIS SHIT

Jaqen H’ghar falling in love with you would include...

  • you always felt like being watched but there never seemed to be anyone around when you looked
  • he’d follow you around in secret, making sure no one was going to hurt you
  • you were always surprised when he showed up out of nowhere, conveniently always when you were in trouble
  • he gave you goosebumps the first few times you met because there was a strange aura surrounding him but the feeling slowly changed
  • he can be quite posessive, especially when someone gets too close to you
  • a lot of subtle flirting from him
  • his body pressed against your back while he teaches you how to fight, in case you’ll need it to protect yourself when he’s not around
  • his hand always around your waist while you walk side by side
  • he’d smile at you whenever you weren’t looking
  • you were surprised the first time he kissed you but not in a bad way and didn’t want to let him go afterwards
10

WALDER FREY is sitting at the high table, eating and drinking. The rest of the dining hall is empty. A handmaiden approaches and sets down a platter of pie on the table in front of him.

WALDER: You’re not one of mine, are you?

HANDMAIDEN: No, my lord.

WALDER: Didn’t think so. Too pretty.

WALDER slaps the handmaiden on the buttocks and smiles.

WALDER: Where are my damn moron sons? Black Walder and Lothar promised to be here by midday.

HANDMAIDEN: They’re here, my lord.

WALDER: Well, what are they doing, trimming their cunt hairs? Tell them to come here now.

HANDMAIDEN: But they’re already here, my lord.

WALDER looks around the hall. The handmaiden points to the pie.

HANDMAIDEN: Here, my lord.

WALDER pulls back the top layer of the pie. A finger protrudes from the center of the slice.

WALDER breathes heavily.

WALDER: What…

The handmaiden reaches up to her face and pulls it away, revealing her true identity is ARYA.

My name is Arya Stark. I want you to know that. You killed my mother. You killed my brother. And the last thing you’re ever going to see is a Stark smiling down at you as you die. -Arya Stark to Walder Frey before she slits his throat open with a table knife

Arya’s list

Joffrey Baratheon - Dead former king and all around asshat.
Cersei Lannister - Mother of Joffrey and overall manipulative bitch.
Walder Frey - Betrayer of Robb and orchestrated the murder of Robb & Catelyn.
Meryn Trant - Member of the Kingsguard whom Arya blames for the death of Syrio Forel
Tywin Lannister - Head of house Lannister, father of Cersei and Jaime.
Mellisandre (the Red Woman) - Stannis’ influential cohort, wanted to kill Gendry for blood magic.
Beric Dondarrion - Leader of the Brotherhood Without Banners, sold Gendry out to Mellisandre.
Thoros of Myr - Member of the Brotherhood Without Banners, sold Gendry out to Mellisandre.
Ilyn Payne - Executioner (“King’s Justice”) who beheaded Ned Stark.
Gregor Clegane (The Mountain) - Knight who works for house Lannister.
Sandor Clegane (The Hound)

This is most likely a incomplete list. As long as she lives, until old as Old Nan, the old gods be willing, the list will undoubtedly grow. Each person who has done her wrong being scratched off one by one, either meeting their fate at her hand or winding up dead by another before she can get to them. Karma in human form, personified in the disguise of small girl with many faces and lethal skills, who does not bat an eye lash when given opportunity to achieve deadly justice and balance the scales by avenging the harm done to anyone she loved. She might appear a psychopathic killer to those who don’t know her history or her heart, but she’s not. She is deadly if you have seriously crossed her family or friends but her moral compass is true and right and points north with precise accuracy always. A young woman now, who has seen and felt personally the evil that exists in the world. Shining, quick and razor sharp as Needle, given to her as a wee girl. From a brother who could see into her and know her hearts desire. A gift of love that would both protect her while torn and seperated from her kin and later be the instrument of laying low her family’s enemies and avenging their murders. A survivor, a shadow and assassin, a keeper of lists. A manifestation and living extention of the old god’s arm in action always loyal to the north. A orphan and sister slowly finding her way home. A girl with a name, Arya and the noble surname Stark.

- Cautionhorsey