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"Enough of that, young lady. Eat your food." Septa Mordane demanded as Arya stabbed her knight into the table between her fingers.
"I'm practicing." Arya corrected
"Practicing for what?" Sansa countered confused.
"The Prince." Arya declared smugly.
"Arya, stop!" Mordane demanded.
"He's a liar and a coward and he killed my friend." Arya demanded.
" The Hound killed your friend." Sansa corrected.
"The Hound does whatever the Prince tells him to do."
"You're an idiot." Sansa sneered. Tommen plucked an apricot from the table silently before running back out of the room, he didnt like confrontation.
"You're a liar. And if you told the truth, Mycah would be alive." Arya shouted.
"Enough!" Mordane demanded. Septa Mordane began escorting Arya away from the table as Ned walked in. Done with his meetings and hoping for a nice meal with his daughters to get them settled but that was clearly not the case.
"What's happening here?" Ned questioned approaching them.
"Arya would rather act like a beast than a lady." Mordane remarked.
"Go to your room. We'll speak later." Ned remarked as Arya slumped off. Ned offered Sansa a smile as he sat down beside her. "That's for you, love..." Ned placed a wrapped package in front of Sansa on the table. Sansa unwrapped it staring down at the doll. "The same dollmaker makes all of Princess Myrcella's toys. Don't you like it?" Ned questioned and Sansa stared back at him annoyed.
"I haven't played with dolls since I was eight." Sansa sassed. "May I be excused?"
"You've barely eaten a thing." Mordane corrected.
" It's all right. Go on." Ned assured. She left the doll behind and Ned stared down at it. A long silent moment filled them as he stared down at the doll. "War was easier than daughters." Ned remarked.
"Ned," Grace purred.
"Grace." He answered. "I... have to parent."
"Understandable." Grace agreed. "You want a tour, you know where your daughters are staying? Where your bed is that I'm hoping you rarely use and where my chambers are?" Grace asked bluntly. Ned couldnt hide his blush.
"I would love that. I need to find Arya, she... has a temper." Ned remarked.
"Right this way." Grace agreed. "I always wanted children." Grace admitted.
"I will try and find you after." Ned remarked.
"I will be lurking." grace agreed winking at him as she walked down the hall. Arya was unsheathing Needle privately in her room when Ned knocked on the door.
'Go away!' Arya shouted
'Arya open the door,' Ned requested, she begrudgingly got up needle in hand, 'may I come in?' he questioned coming into her room closing the door behind him. 'Arya who's sword is that?'
'It's mine' arya told him.
'Give it to me,' Ned requested holding his hands 'I know this makers mark,' he noted 'this is mickers work. Where did you get this?' she didn't answer. 'This is no toy.' Ned reminded her 'a little lady shouldn't play with swords.''
'I wasn't playing and I don't want to be a lady!' arya exclaimed. 'I want to be a knight!'
'Come here...' Ned said patting the bench at the end of the bed as he took a seat. 'What do you want with this?' Ned question holding her sword up
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State of Grace / Ned Stark
FanfictionGrace Lannister wanted a baby. Ned Stark wanted away from his wife. Starks were supposed to be honorable but Lannisters were too tempting. 🐺 "I never saw you coming. I will never be the same." 🦁 #1 in nedstark on 6/18/23 🥰 #1 in sandorclegane...
