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Arya known as Arry the orphan
Chapter 1 Arya
“My name is not Arry, it’s Arya of House Stark”.
The boy’s – the girl’s, Gendry had to remind himself - voice was pathetic and weak, yet he couldn’t help but feel sorry for the girl. Arya clearly was a girl, everybody could see it, and she wasn't aloud here. How could Gendry not have seen it before? It was obvious! Maybe he was as stupid as she'd always said he was... And now she was exposed. Who knew what would happen to her now, with no one to save her?
The man marched on top of the wall. He looked for wildlings and returning brothers. Far away he could see torches of other men on guard duty. It was a cold night, as usual in the far north. Below him he heard the sound of galloping hooves. It must be Bannen, he thought. Bannen was one of his brother who had been sent out with a scouting-party. Another brother blew the horn to announce their brother’s return. He stood on the wall when he heard the strange noise. He turned around. It was Bannen who returned, although it wasn’t Bannen. He should be dead; his right arm was gone and he had a dagger through his stomach. And his eyes… his eyes were blue as sapphires and cold as ice. Bannen reached for the man’s throat and squeezed. The man couldn’t do anything but kick, and it didn’t help. Not even when the dead man was stabbed with a dagger he reacted. The brother on guard duty was near death when Bannen suddenly let go of his throat. Bannen screamed and fell to the ground, rolled on the ice, covered with flames. Behind him stood another, living, brother with a torch. Quickly they lit the fire next to them to warn the other brothers. A few moments later the fires next to theirs were lit and soon there were fires everywhere on the wall.
Arya sat on her bed, admiring her sword; Needle. A kitten sat next to her. Arya wished she had Nymeria, but they had chased the direwolf away to stop the queen from killing her. Not even her sister Sansa had her direwolf left. When they couldn’t find Nymeria they killed Lady instead. All Arya had left now was the kitten she had named Syrax. Jory had given it to her after Nymeria had disappeared. Arya was worried, her father had been attacked on the streets and he was badly injured. From her bed near the window she could see the gardens. She had never been there, that was things Sansa liked. And she could actually see her beautiful sister sitting with her ladies maids and Septa Mordane.
“Shit!” she called out and jumped up from her bed. She should be there on her lesson now! And here she sat, still dressed in her stupid nightgown. As fast as she could she put on a dress but she didn’t have the time to make her hair. She ran down to the gardens.
Her sister and her ladies stared at her when she came running. Sansa’s best friend, Jeyne Poole, even laughed. Septa Mordane looked very displeased.
“You’re late, Lady Arya.” She said.
“I’m sorry. It won’t happen again!” she promised. And then she quietly added “I don’t want to be a lady.” Jeyne and two other girls heard her and laughed even more. Sansa didn’t laugh, instead she seemed ashamed of her sister’s appearance. She looked down on her embroidery instead of facing Arya’s gaze.
“Really young lady! You must learn to sew properly. Well, you need to learn dancing, curtsying and singing too.” Said Septa Mordane. “Not to mention dress properly, have you seen your hair young Lady?” she continued.
Arya sat down and took the embroidery from the septa. Far away they saw a man, completely dressed in black, riding through on of the gates.
“What does a man of the night’s watch doing in King’s Landing?” asked Sansa curiously.
Their septa didn’t want them to go, but the girls insisted. New gossip was always welcomed, and perhaps the man brought news from Winterfell. Arya hoped that the man would be Jon Snow, their bastard brother.
It wasn’t Jon. It was an old man with dark, greasy hair. His name was Yoren. The king had gathered them all in the throne room. Yoren brought disturbing news from the wall. He claimed that men of the watch was dead, but walked and fought anyway. No one believed him, not until Yoren showed a hand, a hand from one of the dead men. It was blackened and clearly it came from a dead man. Everyone gasped and was very shocked. Wights hadn’t been seen for hundreds of years. The ladies asked their husbands if this meant that the white walkers had returned as well. The husbands calmed their ladies and said that white walkers only existed in stories. Still, they had all seen the dead man’s hand. King Robert declared that every able man should be headed to the wall to defend the realm. Afterwards Arya would hear people say that this was the only good decision he did as king. Every lord and lady promised to do as he bid, and it was decided that orphan boys in Flea Bottom would be sent as well. Arya was a lord's daughter, a she-wolf, so she wasn't afraid. In fact, she'd welcome a chance to fight some wights. Not that she would ever get that chance of course. She would be stuck in King's Landing with Sansa, septa Mordane and those stupid sewing needles. And... as soon as the gathering was done she would have to go with Sansa and her giggling highborn lady-friends to a dancing lesson. She hated dancing. And singing, and everything else ladies did.
Arya's was filled with thoughts about stupid ladies and stupid dances. She had no idea how life was for some. But in time she would eventually find out. The good things. And the bad.