A pack for us (Arya IIII)

A pack for us

Arya IIII

Arya lent into her sisters hug eyes watching Jon disappear into the castle of Winterfell.

Oh Arya. I've missed you so much. How are you?

Sansa **** Arya to look at her.

Where have you been sister?

Sansa looked concerned and confused. Arya was surprised. She remembered her sister as a cruel, stuck up brat. But this Sansa? This Sansa was a woman. Arya had heard some of the horror stories of what happened to her. Joffrey, Tyrion, Ramsey... Each as bad as the one before. But Arya could see the strength and resilience in Sansa's blue eyes. She has grown into the lady she always wished to be... But the horrors she had to suffer?

Not worth it.

Arya and Sansa talked about there stories. Arya told Sansa about the hound. Bravos and the faceless men. But she chose to leave out the fact she was a faceless assassin.

(Not sure how to write this part. Any ideas?)

While they were discussing there past Littlefinger approached.

My dear lady Sansa. Ahh and is that little Arya? God how you've grown. Littlefingers smile was crooked but gave nothing away.

Arya and Sansa looked to littlefinger.

The queen has requested your presence Sansa.

He turned to Arya.

And she will be very interested to meet Jon's favourite sister. Petyr said with almost a cruel tone.

Thank you Petyr. We will be along shortly.

Sansa took her forcefully by the hand and led her to the hall. But where had Jon gone?

(Not really happy with this chapter. Something is... Off? Any help or comments will be appreciated.)