Most Embarrassing Thing The most embarrassing thing I've ever done is when my father took me to meet the king, Robert Baratheon, and I said my name wrong, and when he asked me to write it down I spelt it wrong.

Sansa's Return There's a knock at my door. "Princess Arya? Someone is here to see you!" "Tell them to go away!" I shout. "I don't want to see anyone!" "Princess, they say it is urgent." The servant sounds desperate. Whoever this visitor is must have bullied them something awful. "Fine!" I throw Needle to the floor. I can keep cleaning it when this person is gone. I open the door, and allow the servant to take me downstairs. "You look awful frightened!" I say. "Was the visitor mean to you?" "No, not at all, my lady!" They assure me quickly. I raise my eyebrows. "A little bit. It doesn't matter though!" They tell me. I am outraged. "Yes, it does. I will talk to them about it." "In there, my lady." The servant points to the doors of the Great Hall. "Thank you." I push them open and close them behind me. Someone is sitting on the stone steps. "Hey, you!" I shout. "How dare you walk in here and be mean to one of my servants!" The person looks up. "Arya?" My hand flies to my throat. "Sansa!" I go and sit next to her once I've got my breath back. "Why are you here?" "I had to see you." She says. "I have to tell you something." "Sansa, I know you're married to the Imp. Everyone in Westeros knows that." I tell her. "I know they do." She sounds bitter. "Then what in the seven hells do you want to tell me?" I say jokingly. She picks up on the joking tone and smiles. "Arya, you're going to be an aunt." My mouth falls open. Then I start laughing. "You silly thing, Sansa! Robb is dead and Jon is of the Nights Watch! He took his vows, and Jon never ever breaks his word!" Sansa takes hold of me by the shoulders. "Arya, look at me." I look into my sister's blue eyes. "I know Robb is dead. And I know Jon would never break the vows he made. It's not them. It's me." "Really, Sansa? For true? You aren't playing games with me? It's not April Fools yet, you know." I remind her. She giggles. "I know that, Arya. It wasn't a joke. Yes, it's true." She looks at me anxiously. "Are you happy?" I take a deep breath, and smile. "Of course I am. And you know what else?" "What?" She says softly. "I missed you." "Oh Arya, I missed you too!" We both burst into tears and throw our arms round each other.

Rain It's pouring in my face and soaking my clothes. The trees around me offer no shelter. I hope the weather is better where you are. The gods are not being good to me today. Seven hells!

Night I'm sleeping in the woods tonight, I don't mind, it's a bit cold, though. For a girl who's used to a soft warm pillow, this is like sleeping in a bed of snow. But I'm the wolf child, finally allowed to run and be wild. Goodnight everyone, goodnight and you, I hope the gods bless. Goodnight from the wolf princess.

Revenge ARYA ------- My heart is beating fast. I've been here for over a year, but still, it is unfamiliar, and I'm terrified. Fear cuts deeper than swords, fear cuts deeper than swords. I say over and over inside my head. Now all I have to do is make myself believe it. Kings Landing is the place of my nightmares. But still, here I stand. And why? Why do I stand here, hiding inside the sept of Baelor, looking out to where Ser Ilyn Payne cut off my father's head with his own sword? Of all the questions I've been presented with in my #life, this is the one I just can't answer. I can still see it, from where I crouched beside the statue. My father saw me. He looked directly at me. He saw the fear in my eyes. He looked again, I know, but then I had my face pressed into Yoren's filthy shirt, doing as he said, and not looking. I remember seeing Sansa screaming in the hold of the knight. The queen looked troubled. Ha! I bet that was all an act. If you looked for her heart, all you would find would be a block of ice, or a stone. I remember the satisfied smile on Joffrey's face as he watched the scene unfold. That's why I'm here now. I'm going to find Ser Ilyn, and I'm going to poke him full of holes with Needle, then slice off his head with his own sword. And you know why? He killed my father. The North remembers.