DAGGERS TO THE HEART Part 1 - GAME OF THRONES

Arya III

The ride to Moles Town wasn't too bad. The most difficult aspect was trying to act like a child around Jory. She knew the guard was desperate to find out why she was accompanying them to Kings Landing, but this was with her mother's blessing, which meant it wasn't Jory's place to ask questions. Of course, the real reasons behind Arya's trip was to kill Littlefinger and use his face for a few days or weeks to find out what was going on in the capital. The shopping list Sansa had given them, was long and extensive. It would require at least a couple of weeks in Kings Landing to acquire everything on it. On top of that was the trip to Dragonstone, where they would mine the dragonglass for the Night's Watch. Arya's main concern was Melisandre. She knew the moment the red witch saw Gendry, she would want to leech his cock, and she couldn't put her lover through that experience again.

They approached Moles Town, which wasn't really that much of a town, or so it seemed upon first sight. There were a few ramshackle houses and a smithy. A noticeable landmark was oddly enough, a privy with a red light above the door. Arya had enough experience to know that a red light above a door meant it was a brothel. Either the privy was the smallest brothel she'd ever seen, or the brothel was underneath the privy. Fortunately, Arya knew enough of Moles Town to know that at least three quarters of the town ran underneath the ground, extending far beyond the visible boundaries. A single storey building, which looked like a small inn, was situated near the privy. The three of them headed that way to get a room for the night and to send a raven to Castle Black, letting Jon know they had arrived.

The inside of the inn was more surprising than Arya had imagined. It looked like any normal inn, surprisingly full, considering they were in the middle of nowhere. What was missing was somewhere to sleep, as most inns had sleeping rooms; or that was what looked to be missing, on closer inspection there was a door to what looked like a cellar. Arya thought nothing of it, except there seemed to be a lot of people coming and going through the door. When the server came over to take their order, Arya was curious to know more, so she asked the obvious question.

"Do you have rooms here?" she looked around confused.

"Downstairs mi'lady. Warmer beneath the ground. Uses less wood to keep the rooms warm." the dark haired boy, who couldn't have been much older than she was right now.

"I'd like two rooms." she said, turning to Theon and Jory. "You two can swap shifts while you keep an eye out for me, one sleeps, the other watches." Arya didn't need watching, she was far more capable than any of her travel companions, but it was to humour them. "I'll have a pitcher of ale for now and send one to my room with three horns."

The serving lad nodded and left to get her order. He returned with two sets of keys, and a pitcher of ale. "Anything else mi'lady?"

Arya shook her head. "No thanks." she replied. She waited until he was gone when she turned to Jory. "You can get some rest first. I'll be fine with Theon. You can take over in seven hours."

"Are you sure my Lady?" Jory looked sceptical.

"I'll be fine." Arya rolled her eyes.

"I promise to look after her." swore Theon.

Jory poured himself a horn of ale and picked up a set of keys. "Right, I'll see you later." he took the ale and made his way to the door to the cellars and disappeared to his rooms.

After about ten minutes, Arya followed him to the door and made her way down the stairs into the cellars, which turned out to be enormous tunnels. She checked the key number, which was five and made her way along one corridor searching for door numbers. Eventually she came to door number five and unlocked it with the key. She checked inside and saw the ale on a table, as well as a fire burning in the hearth and candles lit. she locked the door and made her way back upstairs to the table where she shared with Theon.