Packing her things

To say that Arya was disappointed was an understatement. She was furious, to be precise. It was like her sister had purposefully tried to ruin her afternoon.

The Stark girl angrily stuffed the things she wanted to bring along to King's Landing. If not for her ire, Arya would be surprised at the amount of dresses she was packing instead of the usual trousers she wore. By the look of things, if her father didn't get her any new clothes that weren't a dress for her, she'd be spending the best part of her months in one.

The thought hadn't even bothered her much. Her brother found her pretty in one, so she would wear them. She felt a tingle between her legs. Just thinking about what he had in store for her during their travel to King's Landing.

Arya heard the door to her room opening. She turned her head and there she was, her. Seven hells, she could not describe how much she hated her older sister. If not for her interrupting, her maidenhood wouldn't be so... ugh.

The Stark girl expected the redhead to say something to insult her, but she was surprisingly quiet and shy. Arya huffed in contempt of her sister. Typical of one of the southern pathetic princesses to faint at the sight of a big cock. The temptation to provoke Sansa was irresistible, but the younger sibling decided against it, lest she started to raise suspicions about her brother and her.

Arya decided to ignore her sister for now and return to the task at hand, there was to be a parting feast that night and, despite the needy state of her lady parts, she had to look her best.