Absolute Power

She grabbed the Dragon piece and inspected it."Victors are the people who will write History." Her gaze locked onto the piece,unnerving Jon and Sansa.

Jon was tense,his shoulders were tense everything about was tense while Sansa,oh sweet Sansa was shaking but hardly visible to the untrained eye.

Both eyes were on her.

Sansa gulped and took her chance to speak."What about those who lost?" It was a stupid question to which all three in the room already knew.

Behind her mask,she smiled slowly she turn towards them as her eyes,those soft grey eyes which they had loved.It was a small change but they could see it,those grey eyes were darkening to that of smoky steel.

In her palm was the dragon piece,slowly her hand closed on it.

"Simple,they..die." She let go of the dragon piece now broken into half as it falls onto the ground.

As their eyes followed the piece's fall,Arya looked directly at them her gaze was of steel and it was cold that seeped into their bones.

"When you play the Game of Thrones,you win or die.There is no middle ground." She turned and left the tent to the utter dismay of her siblings.

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What if she was darker,less merciful and more pragmatic than ever? What if Arya Stark abandoned her values and honor? It has only brought death and destruction,why keep it?

Sometimes,you have to be your enemy to win.