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Something didn't feel right in the air to her, Lyarra had begun having series of visions of Bran's fall and wondered what it was trying tell her..
Her father had informed her that her mother thought someone had pushed Bran off the tower to keep him quiet about something... There came the assassination attempt.
A storm has truly arrived to King's Landing, Samara and Fuyutyski has been distant towards her these last few weeks.
Another thing of note was what Queen Cersei saw at the tallest tower of the palace. She had seen a woman weave golden strings of what looked like human hair, reciting an ominous chant about truths and dragons. *That foreign b*tch has gone insane*! she told herself.
Kyōko turned around, giving the overdressed monarch a look. *I pity you, Cersei Lannister. You were raised to be admired, and yet here you are, about to lose everything.*"
"Sing me a song, Arya. " Sansa demanded. Why the Red wolf had suddenly dragged her sister out of her training with Syrio was a mystery, but a song? The little wild wolf simply rolled her eyes at the request.
"...I don't know any songs." she admitted..
"That's because you hang out with savages! If you paid mote attention to your ladylike lessons—"
"I don't care! " Arya hissed.
Sansa glared at her sister. "You promised to try harder when we first got here, but you yourself have gotten worse since leaving Winterfell.
Arya scoffed at her sister. " You've turned against us, and now you want me to sing a song for your close-minded ears?"
"I just want you to have a bright future you know? I promised mother that I would look out for you." Sansa said. You shouldn't waste your time spending it with some swordsmen from Bravos!"
"Unfortunately for you, Father employed him. "Arya saidZ
Sansa hated this. Arya was not learning, and her father was allowing her to grow wild. She was not having this.
"One song Arya, and no attire allowed. "
Arya sighed in defeat. Her sister may look sweet at first glance, but she could be a serious wolf when she wanted to.
*Think of me when the cages close in Remember me when the lion cub roars The songs you sang whrn the springtime once came The heart of a dove that once so tame
When the storm comes and the bloodshed's begun A red lily thrown fior the monarch in gold One day the springtime will bring a new age Until then, Red wolf do not be slain*
