The hardest parts of being Arry the orphan boy had nothing to do with acting like a boy at all. They came by night when I couldn’t control the truth, that I was really Arya of House Stark. My father was murdered, my sister is still in King’s Landing, I’d escaped by some odd coincidence. In my dreams he would tell me it would be all right. Starks are strong, then I could hear the sword coming down…If I didn’t open my eyes, I would imagine what it would have been like again and again. I’ll be heading North
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