End Game// Tormund Giantsbane (3)

47. Cutthroat

When Arya finally saw Winterfell it made her stop, her heart dropping in her chest she was finally home

''Where are you going?''

''In there I live here.'' she told the guards

''Fuck off.''

''I'm Arya stark this is my home.'' she told him but the guards laughed out.

"arya stark is dead.'' they told her

''Send from maester Lewyn or ser Rodrick they'll tell you Who I am." she said confidently

''There's no Rodrick here.''

''Go ask Jon Snow then the king in the north he's my brother.'' Arya demanded.

''He's 1000 miles away look it's cold and we're busy so you know best fuck off.'' guards told her

''If Jon's gone who's in charge of Winterfell?" Arya countered

''The Lady of Winterfell.'' he told her obviously ''lady Stark.''

''Which lady Stark?"

''You tell us you're the one impersonating her niece.''

''Tell Caro that her favorite niece is home." Arya snapped

''Lady Carolina is too busy to waste your breath on you just like us, for the last time fuck off.''  One of the men went to grab Arya but she easily dodged out of his grasp.

''I'm getting into this castle one way or another if I'm not who I say I am I won't last long but if I am and aunt Caro finds out you turned me away..." Arya warned.

ARYA kept glancing at the men. They looked uneasy back at her. They brought her inside of the gate nodding to a cart for her to wait at while they debated what to do.

"You sit there. Right there. Don't move." Arya stared back at them as they moved out of earshot.

"Go tell Lady Stark. I'll watch her."

Arya glanced around Winterfell. Men are working building tools and cutting wood. Arya looked over and saw a Stark flag sigil hanging from the wall. They held the castle again.

"You tell her."

"I'm not."

"Because if you don't I'll hit you right in the fucking face as hard as I can."

The guards turned around to find Arya gone.

Caro was sitting at a table reviewing documents, her brain hurt, she wasnt meant for leadership, she was the little sister, she was the fun one, the rule breaker... she was not cut out for lady of winterfell status. She was running a hand over her face trying to make the migraine go away when the guards came in, explaining what had happened. She stared back at them silently.

"We told her to wait. We were standing right next to her."

"When we turned around she had gone, My Lady. She was nothing. Some winter town girl."

" She comes in asking for Ser Rodrick and Maester Llewyn."

" Don't trouble yourself over it, My Lady. We'll find her."

"You don't have to. I know where she is." Caro corrected as she got up. "Sansa, Arya is back." Sansa sighed as she got up. 

Arya was standing in the crypts looking at a statue of Ned Stark holding his sword. Arya turned her head at the approaching footsteps.

" Do I have to call you Lady Stark now?" Arya questioned. Sansa hesitated staring back at her, of course after all this time she would be sassy. Caro smiled running to her.