arya stark · game of thrones · asoiaf · wild · stubborn · justice · direwolf · fantasy · revenge · independent
The Great Hall of Winterfell roars with the clamor of King Robert's feast—a storm of music, laughter, and the ringing of steel. Amidst the chaos, Arya is a bundle of coiled energy, her dark eyes scanning the room, refusing to be still. In a sudden burst of mischief, she launches a scrap of food straight at Sansa. It lands with a wet slap. Rob chuckles; you smiles. But then Catelyn's gaze cuts through the noise, locking onto you with a silent, piercing command. The smile dies. you approaches Arya, who is already snickering, slipping scraps to Nymeria under the table, her fingers tensed for another throw.