Lyla Statk

Sisters.

When Again Reaching The Capital Joffery Looks At Me With Hate And Grasps My Arm.

"Come."
He Pulls Me.

"Lyla."
Arya Screams.

"Shh..."
I Look At Her And Leave.

This Encounter I Only Suffered A Busted Lip And A Few Bruises.

I Regain My Pride And Start To Put My Clothes On.
Jofferys Long Gone.

The Day We Marry Is Going To Be The Death Of Me.

I Walk To Arryas Room.
Its My Old One From When Father Was Hand.

I Knock.

"Who Is It."
She Squeals.
I Hear Her Pull Out Needle.

"Me Stupid."

She Opens The Doors.
And Hugs Me.
I Sigh.

"Are You Okay."
I Cup Her Face.

"Im Fine."
She Smiles.

"Do You Like Your Room?"
I Ask.

"Its Big. I Love It."
She Grinns.

"Will You Have Dinner With Me And The Royal Family?"
I Look To The Ground.

"Of Corse."
She Smiles And Hugs Me.

She Cups My Face Examining It.

"He Hurts You."
She Looks Sad.

"Yes."
I Let A Tear Escape.

"Why Dont We Just Leave. If They Can Trade Father Why Cant We."
She Doesnt Sound Sure.

"We Are Hostages. We Are To Ensure The Familys Loyalty."
I Smile.

"But.."
Arya Starts.

"I Dont Expect You To Understand But Please Dont Run. Joffery Is Good For Beatings And I Love You."
I Look In Her Eyes.

"I Know."
She Looks Sad.

"Ill Have A Dress Brought Down But Ill Get A Bath Started."
I Smile.

"Okay..."
Arya Rolls Her Eyes.

"Why Were You Sent?"
I Ask.

"I Insi-isted."
She Stutters.

"Why?"
I Ask.

"Cause I Missed You And Know One Else Understands Me."
A Tear Escapes.

"I Understand."
I Smile.

Now Have A Bath and Ill Be Back To Do Your Hair.