Jul 17, 2014
quitecxntrary
everyone-is-mine-to-torment
Arya had been in a bad mood all day, having started when she woke up to the sound of Septa Mordane scolding her, and carrying right on until she was told to go to bed. She hated it at King's Landing. She hated it with all of her heart.
Out in the gardens at nightfall, she was sitting with crossed arms and a scowl, having sneaked out of her chambers and into the darkness of night for some peace. She tried to be as quiet as she could, but her peace was short-lived when she heard footsteps.
Turning to see who it was, she stopped in her tracks, her heart thudding in her chest.
"What?"