Arya and the rest of her household prepare to go to King's Landing

Despite the slight headache caused by the amount of drink she had the previous night, the slim lady could barely hold back her excitement at the prospect of their imminent journey.

Feeling hungrier than usual, the young Stark broke her fast with a generous breakfast. A nice loaf of fresh ginger bread along a slice of blackberry oatcake, a couple of some fat sausages (almost the size of her brother's) and some ale lined up her spot at her family's table. It was a stark contrast to the moderation with which the rest of the women of her household had served themselves. Arya didn't feel at all bothered by the strange looks her sister was sending her because of it. Eventually however, even her mother seemed to take notice on her daughter's unusual appetite. Unusual for their standard of a noble girl that was.

"Arya, must you really gorge on so much? Show some manners young lady!" The girl heard the older woman tell her.

"Seven hells mother, I just don't want to feel hungry while we're travelling!" Arya responded. In truth, she would need to be well fed if she was to keep up with Bran's... vigour during their trip.

"Ned!" The rebellious lady watched the red-haired riverwoman turn to her father as if to ask him for help.

"Let the girl eat, Cat. The road to King's Landing will be long and weary." Her Lord father spoke in his hearty tone whilst devouring his food in a similar manner. Her mother let out a dissatisfied huff and resumed with her moderate meal. Arya let herself give a little smile, always happy to score a victory against the people telling her how she should behave.

Her smile did not go away as she stole furtive glances of her younger brother sitting at the other side of the table. Bran was looking quite astonishing that morning, yet all she could wonder was how he'd look without his...

"Mother, if I may please leave for my chambers..." Arya turned her look to her older sister who had finished her plate.

"Of course my dear, you must still have some things to sort out before leaving, I imagine. Should I send some servants to help you?" Their mother offered.

She usually wouldn't care less, but from the corner of Arya's vision, she saw her redheaded sibling blush, leaving her slightly curious. "I-it won't be necessary."

Sansa not letting servants do her own work for her? What in the bloody seven hells was she up to?

"I could come along with you." The girl offered, in an attempt to find out what was that all about.

"N-no, I wish to do it myself." She insisted, before almost clumsily tripping over herself as she hurriedly tried to leave them.

The young and rebellious lady wondered whether she should follow her snotty sister and figure out what was going on. However, another part of her felt like trying her luck with getting alone with her brother somewhere.