Payback

She ran through the darkened corridors of the keep, her tears blinding her. She ran her fingers along the stone walls until she came to the door she knew so well. Knocking gently, Jon's familiar voice came from inside the room. Arya cried out and the door opened. Jon took Arya in his arms and cradled her. He didn't ask what was wrong, he never did. Arya hugged him as if he was about to disappear forever, crying into the leathers stretched across his chest. They stayed like that for what seemed like hours before Arya finally decided on what must be done.

Together, Jon and Arya made their way to the Great Hall of Winterfell, where their Lord father was feasting the King and his retinue. Arya approached the dais on which her Lord father sat. A concerned look spread across Eddard Stark's face as he saw the tears in his daughter's eyes. She leaned in close and whispered in his ear. Among the clangor of the feast all Lord Stark could hear was the soft voice of his daughter. When she had finished a shocked look spread across her father's face and he began to stand.

At once the hall went quiet. Everyone's attention turned to the dais and the Lord of Winterfell.

"What is it, Ned?" King Robert bellowed, having set aside his ale.

"Continue with the feast, your grace. There's pressing matters which require my attention" Ned said. And with that, he was gone.

Lord Stark and the captain of his household guard, Jory Cassel, found the old knight sleeping soundly in his room, his squire still worked polishing the knight's armor in the corner of the room. Jory seized the squire and led him from the room. Lord Stark woke the dozing knight with a gloved slap across his grizzled face.

"Lord Stark..." the knight stammered.

"Save it, ser. You are under arrest." Ned cut him off.

On the morrow, the two would die.

...

Arya stood, wrapped in furs, as the wind howled around her. Her bastard brother, Jon, stood behind her, his hands resting on her shoulders. Robb and Bran and Theon were there, too. The old knight was the first to lose his head. He cried and whimpered and pleaded as Ned pulled Ice free from its scabbard. He was dead in an instant. The squire was next and he too pleaded for his life. Ned brought the greatsword down and severed the squire's neck cleanly.

The head rolled down the hill, tongue lolling from its mouth. Despite the blood and ****, Arya was reminded of the way that tongue had lapped at her pussy. It filled her with a strange arousal.