The Princess and The Smith

After six years in Braavos she feels glad to return to her home. Queen Danarys Targaryan took the Iron Throne by her birth right, the seven kingdoms of Westros are glad to be under her reign.

After six years in Braavos Arya Stark had finally made it back to  Westros. She rode through the gates of Winterfell, now restored to it's former glory by her older brother Jon Snow. Her horse, a handsome stallion, plodded casually into the castle yard. She dismounted him and guided him towards the stable. She removed the saddle bags and the saddle before unburdening the black beauty of the reins and leading it to a water trough. She picked up her bags and walked back to the yard. Everything was as she she remembered it to be, not a stone out of place. "Arya?", a voice behind her pulled her out of her thoughts, sher turned around to see her older brother, Jon, standing before her. She took a moment to study him, he was certainly taller, definitely more muscular and far more handsome than she had remembered. Before either of them could say another word, she broke into a run, dropping her bags to the ground, and throwing her arms around him. " You've changed little wolf " he whisperer, "so have you" Arya retorted. Jon released his little sister and took a moment of his own to study his little sister. What Jon did not fail to notice how beautiful she had turned out to be. The last time he had seen his little wolf she was small and lithe and only reached the middle of his abdomen, now her forehead reached his shoulder. He held her at arms length and smiled softly at her, "look at you, all grown up and looking like an adult ready to take on the world. Your mother and father would be proud of you. I'm proud of you". He glanced down at her hip and for the first time noticed the sword that sat there. The same sword he had given to her the day they parted ways. " You kept Needle " he exclaimed, Arya nodded. "Of course I did, how else do you think I entertained myself when I was in King's Landing?". Together they walked in to the castle. Jon led her to her rooms and opened the door. It was just as she left it, if not tidier and more luxurious. " I'll leave you to get settled in, in three days time I'm going to hold a celebration in your honour, it will last about a week ", Jon informed her, Arya chuckled. " Thank you but that really isn't necessary" she said, a small smile twitching at the corners of her mouth. "Oh come on Arya, you always make celebrations fun, I'll let you take part in the tournaments. After all we haven't seen you in six years" Jon said, reluctantly Arya nodded. "Fine, ass long as you don't make me wear a stupid dress" Arya said, her tone dominant and unquestionably inarguable. "I wouldn't dream of it" Jon said chuckling. Arya laughed lightly as Jon closed her door leaving her to get settled in. She unhooked Needle from her belt and placed it carefully on the desk by the window. She tugged out clothes folding them carefully and placing  them in the drawers that were provided. She finished her unpacking and strapped Needle to her hip again and  left her room closing the door behind her. She made her way to the yard. She found a bow and a quiver packed with arrows, in the very same design of her original bow before Winterfell was destroyed. She picked up the quiver examining it, deer skin, she grinned and slung it over her shoulder. She turned her attention to the bow, she picked it up, testing it's weight in her hands, she recognised the patterns carved delicately into the wood. She recognised the bow to be made from yew wood. The best kind for a bow. "I see you like my gift to you then" a soft feminine voice called from behind her. Slowly Arya turned round a tearful smile spread across her face as she saw her sister standing before her, taller, far more lithe and her hair a dark raven color. "Sansa" she breathed, she set the bow down and ran to her sister. She threw her arms around her, holding her tightly. "Seven Hells you've changed" Sansa whispered to her sister, "you're so beautiful" she continued. And it was true, five years since the last Sansa saw her, Arya was just a small, energetic child who seemed more like a boy than she did a girl. But now she was a beautiful young woman. Her hair now brushed her mid back and her eyes a darker stormier grey. Her figure had changed completely. Her curves were well defined and were certainly not unnoticeable. "But you are more beautiful than ever sister" Arya countered. Sansa smiled softly, the two sisters shared a laugh and once again fell into each others arms holding each other tightly. "Mama!" a small childish voice erupted from no where. A blond haired beauty bounded up to the two sisters as they stepped apart, Arya took her time to study the child, he looked about three, blond headed and Sansa's Tully eyes, Arya watched as her sister smiled and bent down to scoop up the blond boy. "Sansa you......you're-" Arya didn't have time to finish her sentence before a voice interrupted her. "Robb, how many times must I tell not to run off?", Arya and Sansa turned towards the direction of which the voice came in. Tyrion Lannister strolled casually towards them a grin on his face. " My Lord" Sansa greeted him a small and shy smile tugged at her lips, "My Lady" Tyrion greeted a confident smile on his face. "I was just introducing Arya to our son" Sansa commented, "ah yes, I heard of your return Lady Stark, welcome back" Tyrion quipped. "Thank you my Lord" Arya's reply came just as smoothly."Robb you must listen to your father, you mustn't run off, there are some unkindly characters about " Sansa chided the little boy in her arms, "your mother is right Robb, you mustn't run off" Arya said gently to her nephew, "I sorry mama I sorry papa" the child responded a pout on his tiny little mouth. "Wife may I have a moment with your sister", Tyrion asked, " of course dear husband, Robb needs his afternoon nap anyway" Sansa responded kindly and she strode away holding her son delicately on her hip. "My lord" Arya turned to Tyrion, she took her time to register the concern on his face. "What is it that troubles you?", she asked her voice filling with her own amount of concern. " My lady walk with me " he said. Arya new that this was important and immediately followed the small man. "It has come to my attention that since your father's murder, your life has been full of horror and grief. I heard that you were killed, others told me that you had left for the free cities. I am aware that Yoren took you along with new recruits for the Nights Watch up north" Tyrion said, his voice grave and full of regret, she did not blame him. If anything she quite liked him. "Yes my lord, that is true, I did go to the free cities two or so years after........ after........ that" she said hesitantly. Tyrion nodded, "this must seem rather strange to you, its just that my dear wife, well......she is concerned for you", he continued as he clasped his hands behind his back. " Thank you, I appreciate your kindness to my sister when she was held captive in King's Landing. I admit that do feel excruciating times of stress, its painful, but I came close to having a family again before I left " Arya explained, memories of Gendry and Hot Pie flooded in her mind and she stared at her feet refusing to look up "but I lost them both, I'm aware one is living, the other........... I..........I....don't know. He was taken from me, I lost him. I do not know whether or not he is alive or dead" she told him. She remembered the day the red witch came for him and took him away.