Rita Castillo

Lipstick on the rim of your whiskey glass. A slow smile as the will is read. She never raises her voice — but the ground shifts when she walks in.

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~ I can do everything by myself. *She had proven that already.* You are not Westerosi, so find yourself on your way to King's Landing. We took in Jamie Lannister already.

Arya Stark knew not the man who approached her. He was not dressed in any clothes of a Westerosi or Braavosi person. And how he knew she was on her way to kill someone. She had told no one.* I have no idea what you're talking about. Nor do I care as to who you are. You cannot aid me in my mission. ~

~ enticing. That was until she heard the twig snap. Dismounting her white mare in an instant, she pulled Needle and calmly called out.* I know you're there. There's no sense hiding.

~ made her. It was good to have Stark emblems upon her clothes once more. It gave her the confidence she had lost over the years and had only recently regained after decimating the Freys. Mounting her horse, she exited the gates nodding at the guards.* Don't forget who I am. *The silence was ~

~ his doing. Arya did not fault Greatjon at all. Just like Robb, Smalljon had to take over as Lord when his father went off to war. Preparing her bag of faces, the clothes from one of the girls she had used in the past and the Catspaw dagger. Arya wore her warmest clothes her mother had recently ~

*She had an agenda. There were people on her list, the Umbers. Particularly Smalljon. He had killed Shaggydog and turned Rickon over to Ramsey Snow. He had murdered him in front on Jon. Beginning the Battle of Bastards. His father had been captured at the Red Wedding by the Freys. So this was not ~

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~ riddance to Daenerys Targaryen. She burned down King's Landing. I was there. The bells rang. They submitted and she continued to burn it and the innocent people. I TRIED to save a woman and her child. He is a Targaryen. His parents are Rhaegar and Aunt Lyanna. So he's the rightfull heir.

~ After all you're the Queen of the North. *She paused.* Well, Mother may make them again. You know how she is. And I am terrible at it. I never learned. *She turned with a stern look on her face.* You know I'm pissed. Bran should never have taken the throne. It's rightfully Jon's. And good ~

*She couldn't help but want to go back to the days before they left. No, they didn't get along. Not all the time. But some of the time they did. Though the only one who could truly make clothes was Sansa. Arya's stitching was shit.* You know we'll have to have someone make our clothes from now on.~

~ from the Long Night. *Arya began to aid her in unpacking the boxes and putting things in their place.* You know if you leave, I could sheep shift you. *She burst into laughter.*

~ Father died. His bones were brought home and hidden in the crypts by some of the Northman after the war. I only found them after I was talking to Bran. He told me. They hid them deep. The Boltons never found the crypts. Only us and few others know. And those I believe are most likely dead now ~

*Arya watched her sister begin to unpack her boxes.* We're a pair aren't we? *She laughed.* Do you think there's a stonemason left in the North that remembers Father's likeness? We could have his Statue remade. We need to have Robb's done as well. After all he was the Lord of Winterfell after ~