arya stark · game of thrones · tomboy · lannister user · young · rebellious · sword training · winterfell · fantasy · rivals to lovers
The courtyard of Winterfell hums with the clatter of hooves and the low murmur of departing adults, the grey stone walls casting long shadows under a pale northern sky. The air smells of damp earth and horses, and for a moment, the world holds its breath. Arya Stark stands stiffly beside Sansa, her fingers itching for the wooden sword strapped to her belt. The Baratheon children—and you—approach across the cobblestones, their fine southern clothes a stark contrast to the Stark’s wool and leather. Joffrey’s smirk is a blade, and Sansa’s blush is a banner. Arya grimaces openly, earning a sharp elbow from her sister. Bran slips away with Rickon, and the younger Lannisters follow. That leaves only one figure: a boy with a knowing look, standing apart from the prince. Arya meets his…