Game of Gendrya

Valar Morghulis

   The next few days were mind numbingly long. Jon had sent a raven to Winterfell.. To Ramsey. He had asked for a piece of the wolf's ear.. Just something that would show the Starks Ramsey did in fact have Rickon and his wolf's head both.
  Arya and Jon spent a lot of time together. More often than not, Arya and Jon were training together. Arya still trained Olly, but she revoked her proud demotion to make him a good swordsman after what Gendry had told her the night he waited and stayed up for her.
  Jon was named to be the best swordsman in the north, something he took pride in. Arya wanted to be the best, too. She wondered if there could be two best swordsmen. Maybe she would be the best swordswoman.. Yet that was a title she didn't care for. She knew nobody would respect a swordswoman like they would a swordsman, though she also knew she could prove them wrong with one swing.
  Arya mainly trained with Jon now. She came to his chambers one night to ask him, and at first he refused. He said she was too little, he would hurt her. She told him that she was stronger than he thought she was, far stronger. Although he didn't believe her, he decided to let her try and fight. He thought he'd go easy on his half- little sister. That way she could have some sense of pride, too. He knew what it meant to her, and not having seen her for such a long time made him weak to her requests. That night Arya fought Jon. At first he was going easy on her, but when he realized how strong she really was, he decided to put in a little more effort. Both to his fighting and her training.
   When Arya and Jon were training, Gendry watching closely at the admirable movements from both of them, Sam started running towards them. His cheeks were red and flushed by the time he reached them. "A.. Raven.. Winterfell." He choked and heaved. 
  John took the letter and fingered the seal. Nodding, Arya, Gendry and himself all followed up the steps towards Jon's quarters. "Seven..Hells." Sam spoke breathlessly as he tried his best to keep up with the lean and quick.
  When they reached the top, Jon looked at all of them nervously, the letter was chunky, there was obvious something inside the small cloth connected to the tie around the script. Quietly, without a word, he opened it.
  A blood-crusted black ear was stuck to the cloth. It smelled of dead rabbit, and it was larger than a regular hounds. "Sam. Fetch Ghost." Jon muttered. Nodding, Sam walked out.
   When Jon set the cloth down in despair, a shine caught Arya's eye. She walked towards the cloth to get a closer look, only to realize it wasn't a metal.
  She held it up for Jon to see. It was an auburn curl, shining perfectly like her mother's once had. The small curl seemed to wrap itself around Arya's finger. She looked at it and turned to Jon. "It's Rickon's." She spoke without much emotion. Gendry tried to use consoling words. "Perhaps it's not. Maybe it's one of his sl-" he began, not getting far before both Arya and Jon cut him off in unison. "No."
    When Sam came back with Ghost, he saw everyone was in despair. They figured they'd still try to see if the ear matched Ghost's, and it was in fact larger, just by a hare. Ghost whimpered at the sight of the ear, causing him to bow his head in distress for his lost brother.
Arya scrubbed Ghost's head and spoke softly. "We need a plan."
  Hours later, they continued pacing on about the room. "If Stannis' army can't defeat him, perhaps no army can.. Besides the Dothraki." Jon half-laughed at the fable old Nan used to speak of. "Maybe we don't need an army." Gilly spoke. Sam's wife was trustworthy and gorgeous. She had "little Sam" with her all the time, and she was far smarter than she let on.. With Shireen's help, of course.
  "What do you mean? We can't defeat an army without well.. An army." Sam smiled her way. "Have you read Graceling, realm one?" Gilly asked Sam, bouncing her cheerful child on her leg. "The book of Katsa Tyrell?" Gilly nodded at Sam's response. "What is it?" Gendry asked, confused and concerned. "Katsa Tyrell was a very..very ancient assassin. It was said she could kill with her bare hands, and with a dagger she was even better." Sam smiled at the fable. "She?" Arya said, her eyes lit with fire again.
   "Hell no." Jon said as both Arya and Gilly tried to persuade Jon into Arya letting her take on the mission to kill Ramsey. Jon stared at the lock of curled hair that lay on his table. "You've seen her with a dagger." Gilly mentioned sheepishly,
Jon had in fact seen Arya use the little knife. She was skilled, he knew it. He knew she could kill Ramsey without a doubt in one on one combat.. But not with all of his men. "Even if you could get to Winterfell by yourself in this weather, how would you get passed the Bolton's guards?" Jon asked, doubt showing as he asked. "Id sneak by." Arya shrugged. "You don't look like a little boy anymore." Gendry noted worriedly. All faces turned his way. He turned a shade of crimson. "You won't get past the guards. If you did, in fact, kill him, what would happen to you afterwards?" He stammered, choking back an awkward cough. "I have an idea." Arya whispered carefully, looking around the room. She took a coin out of her pocket, still a bit shiny. "You can't bribe anyone with a single coin." Jon said, looking away from her. Gendry's eyes widened at the sight. "Valar Morghulis" Arya and Gendry said in unison.
"I need to send a raven to Braavos." Arya ordered.