Weeping Thorns

Chapter 14: A Direwolf's Descent

~Kasondra~

I found my young sister before the King, Queen and Joffery. The little prince's hand was wrapped in a bandage and resting against his stomach. Jory had left to inform father that his youngest daughter was found. Sansa stood near the back of the room, hidden behind Lannister guards.

I kneeled by Arya's side and cupped her face with both hands, her eyes were filled with terror and anger. I stoked her cheeks free of tears and gave her a strong smile.

"Young pup, what happened?" Arya shook with anger and I stroked her shoulder to soothe it all away. She took a deep breath and shot a glare to the prince. Cersei looked smug, as if she knew what would happen when Ned arrived.

"He's a liar, Kasondra!" Arya whispered hatefully. I shushed her voice and watched her tiny fist clench. "I was playing swords with the Butcher's Boy when Joffery and Sansa found us. Joffery threatened my friend and when I tried to stop him, he pushed me. Nymeria attacked him and I knew she would be killed for what she did."

The thought of Joffery touching my sister set my anger aflame. I secretly wished Nymeria would have torn out his throat as well. Or that I could do it myself.

"I'm sorry Kassy! I'm so sorry." I pulled my sister into a hug and she hid her face into my neck. Just then, the door busted open. Father and Jory marched inside and Eddard looked none to happy. He entrapped Arya and I in a hug but was more focused on Arya's health.

"Are you alright?" Ned asked to which Arya answered that she was indeed, safe. "Why wasn't my daughter brought directly to me?!" Father rose his voice to the King at which Cersei had to butt in.

"You are speaking to the king-"

"Quiet woman!" Robert snapped at his wife. Cersei stayed silent but I couldn't help but feel her eyes burning into my skull.

"What is the meaning of this?" Father shot his question to Robert who seemed to care less about this situation, Cersei probably forced him to attend in the first place.

"Your daughter and her mutt attacked my son. As did the Butcher's Boy!" Joffery cleared his throat and glared down at my sister.

"The Butcher's boy and Arya attacked me while Arya ordered her direwolf to bite me. She took my sword and threw it in the river. She started it father!"

"Did not! He started it!" Joffery turned towards Arya and winced at the pain in his hand.

"Did too!"

"Did not!

"Did-"

"Enough!" Robert exclaimed, standing from his seat. I held onto Arya's shoulder in a warning to shut up immediately. "Seven Hells," Robert groaned and rubbed a hand against his head. "He tells me one thing," he spat at his son. "She tells me another," Robert shook his head, brown locks flapping away. "What should I make of this, Ned?"

"Where is your other daughter?" Robert asked and took a sip of his wine. Did that man ever stop drinking?

"In bed."

"No she's not. She's here." Cersei spoke and the room erupted in surprised gasps. "Little dove, please come here." Sansa stepped from the shadows with a blank stare. She stepped before the king and barely acknowledged Arya and I.

"Now tell me what happened. Tell it all and tell it true. It is a terrible sin to lie to a king." Sansa paused for a second and looked towards Joffery and his mother. She opened her mouth but words didn't begin to spill until seconds later.

"I-I don't know. It all happened so fast. I- I didn't see-"

"Liar!" Arya reached forward and grabbed a handful of Sansa's red locks. Spews of the word "liar" fell from her mouth. I pulled Arya away and held her against me with an iron grip.