Second Sister (Arya Stark Imagine)
Your eyes crack open as the sun finds its way into your quarters and onto your face. You pull the covers over your eyes, slightly regretting that late night escapade. You groan remembering Jon’s warning of the busy day ahead. You roll away from the beams of light that so rudely awoke you. Half awake go through your rummaged trunk and find a dress to wear.
You slide it on, give your hair a quick brush and leave the room. You turn left as you recall that being the way back to the Great Hall. Luckily for you after only one hallway and a single turn you stumble upon another sleepy teen.
“Good morning Jon.” You chimes with a yawn, rubbing the remaining sleep out of your eyes.
“Morning. I see someone’s midnight stroll has caught up with them.” He jests.
You rolls your eyes and take his arm. “You’re one to talk, seeing as you were up wandering the castle too. I’m also still a guest so be nice and let’s get something to eat.”
“I’m not sure if I’m allowed back in the hall yet since your Father and guards are still here. Things may settle down once they go but…”
“Nonsense.” You interrupt pulling the boy down the corridor with you. “You are part of the family and will be eating with the rest of us. Lady Stark seems to love me so I can’t imagine her refusing any of my requests just yet.”
Jon smiles at you, shaking his head. “Are you saying that to be polite or do you need someone to show you the way?”
You slow your pace and give him an embarrassed look. “A little of both.” He laughs but takes a turn and leads the two of you down another corridor. “I mean it though, if she makes a fuss I will just insist I want you there and that should be enough.”
“I know.” He replies quietly as we make our way.
We get there in no time and as we enter the room I notice the other children. Two little boys both with dark reddish brown hair like Robb’s. The other two were girls; one with red hair like her mother and the other a couple years younger who looked more like Lord Stark. Both girls seem happy but slightly hesitant. The smaller of the two boys looks a little scared but then again he does look all of three years old. The other boy though dashes and pulls you into a hug. You hug him back looking down you are greeted with the biggest smile. “You’re finally here! I’m Bran! I wanted to stay up to meet you last night but mother wouldn’t allow it.” He beams.
“I’m happy to meet you too.” You tell him, grinning in return.
“Bombarded with hugs already?” Robb asks appearing from behind you. He gives you a warm smile and ruffles the younger boy’s hair. “How about we let her sit and get something to eat first?” The little boys nods eagerly and bounds back to the table. “And I see you two have already met.” He adds looking at you and Jon.
“Of course Stark, couldn’t have her wandering hopeless around the castle.” Jon quips and walks past us heading for the table himself.
“We should take a seat too. How about you sit next to me?” Robb asks with quite the charming grin. You nod and start towards the other young people.
“No Robb. I want to sit next to her, you got to sit with her last night.” The red haired girl pouts.
Her brother sends a little look. “Sansa, you will be spending most of the day with her. Let me sit by her.”
“No need to fight over something so foolish. How about I sit between the girls and I sit by you at dinner?” I offer, looking between the two siblings. Sansa happily nods and Robb gives me a little one. The other girl gives me a little smile but quickly takes her sit.
“Why are all you children standing about. We have a busy day today let’s eat and get a move on.” An older lady comments as she stalks through the room
The meal doesn’t last nearly as long as the one last night, we all quickly disperse once we are done. The boys all head outside while the Septa sends us three girls into another part of the castle. Sansa is thrilled that you’re going with them and starts gabbing away about Winterfell and how you will love it there. You get a word in here and there but mostly smile and nod as you learned to do from some many years around your father. You look at the other girl a couple times too so she doesn’t feel left out. She ignores you, not seeming to like you very much.
We all enter a room and take a seat. The older woman breaks out some stitching and passes them to the girls. She gives you a fresh one and we all just sit quietly and work. You zone out a little as you work forgetting you aren’t home and start to hum a little tune.
“That’s pretty, what it is?” Your eyes snap up from your work and land on the Septa. You quickly apologize and say you aren’t used to sowing around other girls. You then inform her it’s a song your mother would hum to you when you were little.
The Septa then made rounds to check our progress. “How wonderful, you have that much detail and you just started. Your mother seems to have taught you well.” You give her a little smile and focus back on your work.“Sansa, this is coming along splendidly as well. Well done. And Arya… your stitching could use a bit more work. Slow down a little and try to…” She critiques and walks back to her seat. I glance at the younger girl and catch her pout before her faces goes blank again.
Sansa quickly snags your attention, complementing you on your needlework and asking for some pointers. As you give her a tip or two you notice the younger sister sneak off. You finish up shortly after since you are used to working on much bigger rings and excuse yourself.
You head down the corridor you saw Arya take and don’t make it all that far. You stop by a window when you spot Robb and Jon shooting in the yard. You lean on your arms and watch them for a bit. After a couple minutes Jon notices and gives you a smile. You watch Robb shoot and miss and you both laugh a little. Robb gives his brother a little smack to shut him up and then follows his gaze. He soon flushes when finally seeing you giggling at him and goes back to shooting.
“Since you are so good with a needle I can’t imagine you know how to use a bow.” A voice snarks, getting your attention. You look a little down the hall and see Arya looking slightly annoyed. “He likes you. You shouldn’t laugh at him, especially when you can’t do it yourself.”
You stand up and walk towards the young girl. “I was laughing because it was cute, I wasn’t trying to be mean. As for archery, I’m one of the best in my family despite being one of the few girls.” You reply softly as to not come off as cross. Her eyes get big and her little bit of confidence disappears.
“Sorry I didn’t know. I just thought…” She mumbles.
“Walk with me.” You request and continue down the corridor. The girl swiftly makes her way to your side but stays quiet. “Also you don’t need to apologize. I know most girls aren’t taught how to shoot or fight in general. I just tagged along with my older brother while I was growing up and he taught me.”
“When did he teach you if your mother was teaching you to sow?” She wonders, looking up at you.
“I actually myself more or less. I have an older sister just like you and she is amazing with a needle just like Sansa. My mother was so impressed with her work she didn’t see the point in teaching me. I would watch my mother faun over my sister. I wanted her to notice me too so I tried and tried. After littering my hand with holes my sister gave me a little guidance. She wanted to teach me properly but I insisted I do it myself. I wanted to be better than her and it wouldn’t count if she helped me.”
“So you don’t get on well with your sister either? Is that why you had your brother teach you to shoot? Is she noisy and snappy like Sansa? I could understand if she is.” Arya sulks. I giggle at her words remembering how it used to feel feelings second best.
“I don’t dislike my sister. She is a very caring, lovely girl. I always wished I could be just like her. She is beautiful and talented and always got complimented on everything she did. I was envious at first but then realized I have things I’m good at too. I’m great with an arrow and okay with a sword. Two things my sister can’t do. As for sowing and cooking, she may be better but that doesn’t mean I’m horrible or that can’t get better too.”
Arya’s perplexed expression soon brightens when she catches on. “Oh so I shouldn’t worry about Sansa and do what I like to do?”
I nod, “Exactly. If you want to learn archery then do it. If you want to beat Sansa at needle point then you can practice. I’ll even help you if you want me to, I don’t mind.”
“Mother doesn’t like me shooting. I was practicing a little before but she found out and scolded me.” The little wolf girl grumbles.
I bump her shoulder. “Don’t worry, I can help with that too. I’ll teach you myself if you want? I already feel like I’m going to bump heads with from your mother a little anyways so one secret won’t do any harm.” You give her a wink.