I Should Have Trusted You

Chapter 1

Hey guys, 

So this is my new story, it is Arya centre based, and Jonyra shipping. 

Hope you guys enjoy

Arya

Arya stared at Hotpie not believing what he was saying, Jon King in the North. But it couldn't be, How, he was on the wall, he couldn't have left, without braking his vows. Hotpie said he wasn't lying, and Arya could see he was telling the truth, or he believed he was telling the truth. She was scared, what if this wasn't true, she would be getting her hopes up, and that was something Arya Stark wouldn't let happen. After all, she put all her hopes into getting home to Robb and her Mother and they died as she got there. She would never let herself get hopes up again, but this was Jon. What could he do to her, if there was someone who could get her to hope again, to feel properly, to be human again it was him.

But after what Arya had seen still had nightmares, of how her Father died, how he was betrayed. Arya hated betrayal. That is why she went to Walder Frey first, because even though her Father was murdered, he wasn't under guest right like Mother and Robb. Arya was looking between the two paths. Vengeance 'Cersei, The Mountain, Ilyn Payne' or Home to Jon. 'Jon will want me, if no one will' Arya thought back to when Arya was no one, when she had truly forgotten herself, it was the word Snow, Arya never forgot. Arya still forgot Jon but not his name, and it was because of that word Arya remembered who she was, her family. Arya remembered her list as well, but forgot why she had it. She would dream of a wolf and her list, she loved to eat Frey's, Lannister's and Baratheon. All the pain of Arya Stark made it easy to forget. Arya decided she would go home, to Jon. Her Jon. The only person in her family that understood her. The only person she felt like was worth standing up to everyone for. Her mother thought it tainted her to love Jon, but it tainted her Mother, because she couldn't love a motherless child. She kicked her horse into a gallop, 'Stick e'm with the pointy end.'

Arya camped for the night tying her horse up. Arya shivered and rubbed her hands together. It wasn't that she didn't mind the cold, Arya welcomed it but when she had spent all that time over the sea, wherever she was needed to serve she was still a human to feel the cold. Arya didn't have many layers, because she didn't think she would have been going North, but it was just enough to stop her freezing. Arya wondered when they would come after her, and if they would. She left and that wasn't allowed, but she had put a face on the wall. That should have sufficed, but Arya never knew what would happen, these people kill without any feeling, did whatever it took to kill their targets, change their face, and did what they were told.

Arya heard bushes rustle, the soft sound of feet on the ground, not human, animals. Arya jumped to her feet looking around, Arya saw flashes of many beasts. Arya unsheathed Needle and waited. A pack of wolves ran out baring their teeth and surrounding her, Arya wasn't afraid, she was a wolf herself and was ready to die, Arya still followed the god of death, because that was the only thing that was certain every man, woman and child would die. What was the point of praying to trees when they let her father die, what was the point of praying to the seven when they let her Mother's throat to me slit. Arya whipped around to have a better look, they were all growling at her. Arya heard before a heavier set of feet walk up behind her. Arya turned slowly and felt her air leave her lungs. A dire wolf, it was growling. It looked familiar, Arya looked into its huge golden eyes and Arya knew. 'Nymeria.' Arya dropped Needle and walked forward, 'Nymeria it's me, Arya.' Arya stretched her hand out as she walked forward, Arya met Nymeria's eyes and Arya saw recognition in her now kind eyes. Nymeria stopped growling but jumped forward, Arya fell to the floor as Nymeria licked her. When Nymeria hopped off her Arya got up and put their heads together 'I have missed you, and thank you. For helping me' she sighed and felt a piece of her come back to her. 'I am going home, come with me.' Nymeria looked at Arya then to her pack, Arya needed Nymeria, but Arya wouldn't keep Nymeria if Nymeria didn't want to stay. Nymeria turned her head and addressed her pack. They all lifted their noses to the sky and howled. It was like music to Arya's ears, it calmed her. Arya settled down again and Nymeria lied down next to her. Arya felt an unfamiliar warmth flow through her. It wasn't warm like Arya felt with the sun on her face, it was warmth she had only felt with Nymeria, Jon and her Father. Arya closed her eyes and willed herself to fall asleep, without any dreams to haunt her.

Arya woke to find herself alone, the warmth Arya felt yesterday had disappeared and an emptiness filled her leaving a void behind. Arya shook her head and packed up, mounting her horse. Arya knew it was too good to be true for Nymrea to stay with her, why would she stay. Arya chased her away after all. It was to save Nymeria but she didn't know that. Arya kicked her horse into a canter, 'Fear cuts deeper then swords.' Arya rode through the whole day, only taking short brakes to give her horse a rest. But when she stopped for the night, to her surprise Nymeria came back out and lied down next to her and Arya then knew, Nymeria wasn't going to choose between her and freedom she was going to have both. Arya understood now, that Nymeria had a pack but Arya was part of her pack and no matter what she would always be. Arya closed her eyes and drifted into sleep. She dreamt of seeing her father executed and woke with a start, crying, Nymeria was looking at her with sleepy eyes, Arya buried her head into Nymeria's fur and cried, for the first time since after her Father's death she cried, truly cried, Arya didn't want to cry, she was strong, she was a wolf they don't cry but her eyes betrayed her and let the tears fall.

Nymeria stayed with Arya that day, with her pack following closely behind, Arya wasn't sure if it was because Nymrea saw Arya cry, or it was because the pack didn't mind her that they stayed with her. Now in the evening they laid around her protecting her. Arya was only to glad to have her friend back. Because after all these years it was better Arya thought to have a true friend. As Arya got closer and closer to Winterfell all Arya could think was 'Stick e'm with the pointy end'

Jon

again. He blew out and candle and waited, maybe, if Jon was lucky the dreams wouldn't come, but he wasn't very hopeful. They did, their dead bodies opening their blue eyes, the Night King looking at him, right through him, Jon shot up in bed covered in sweat, Ghost wasn't with him tonight, he was with Sansa to help Sansa through her nightmares. Jon looked over to see his fire was burning low, he walked over and added more wood, he then opened his door and stepped out, he lent on the railing. If Arya was alive, why hadn't she come home? Arya had always been his favourite, if she knew he was here why wasn't she. But Jon couldn't think like that, Arya was dead, he couldn't let his heart think that she was alive, because if they found her body then he would have to morn her all over again. Jon walked back into his room and closed the door, Jon climbed back into bed hoping they dreams would stay away for the rest of the night so Jon could get little sleep.

Jon was sparing with a young Mormont, Jon blocked the swing that came at him with a counter attack and the lad fell to the floor. Jon extended his arm and helped him to his feet when a guard came running in, 'Your Grace, there is a stranger at the gates. He only leaves, and they have a huge wolf with them.' Jon nodded looking back the Mormont

'We will continue tomorrow.' Jon moved off following the guard quickly. Sansa joined him as they opened the gates. Jon saw a hooded figure sitting on the ice ground, not feeling the cold. Jon's eyes flicked to a wolf that easily as big or bigger then Ghost lying next the stranger. The figure got up and lowered their hood. He hadn't seen her so long, she had changed from a small child into a beautiful woman, her hair was shorter, her grey eyes cold less light in them but grey all the same, he hadn't seen in her in so long, but in his heart, he knew. Arya had come home.

So this was the first chapter, what did you think?