A pack for us (Arya V)

A pack for us
Arya V

Arya quietly followed Petyr and Sansa back into the council chamber where all the northern lords celebrated.

Arya turned to Sansa. What's going on?. Arya quizzed.

Oh. Of course you wouldn't know. Jon has been declared the prince in the north under queen Daenerys Targaryen.

Arya was shocked. Of all the Starks Jon? It must feel weird. The only one of them not promised a lordship the Prince of a kingdom.

Arya never wanted to be lady. But Jon? He was never even given a chance...

Arya always thought he'd be a good lord. Strong, firm, fair. He was like father that way. Any woman promised to him would never want. Alas he was a bastard... But now? He would have the pick of the kingdom. Perhaps even this dragon queen...

Arya greeted Daenerys with little courtesy.

She smiled. Jon said you were never a lady. The smile was icy. The smile she pictured Cersei always had. Hiding her true intentions behind a facade of a smiling face.

She'd smile straight at you as she poured poison in your wine...

Arya unconsciously shuddered.

If you'll parden me. Sister. My queen.

Without waiting for permission Arya turned and walked away. Talking fancy with ladies and lords was always Sansas game. Arya headed for her old room instead.

She wondered how it would have changed...