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.