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"Me?!" Sansa snapped, her voice shaking still from what she'd seen. "It was your fault! You were the one who attacked my sweet Prince like a barbarian! All of this is your fault!"
"Sweet Prince?! That little monster?! He killed Mycah! He lied and got Lady killed! You were there! You saw it!" Arya jumped out of her seat and pointed an accusing finger at Sansa. "You saw everything and refused to tell the truth! If you did they wouldn't have killed Mycah or Lady!"
"Arya!" their mother warned and Arya swung around to face her mother.
"What? Still, see me as the one wrong here?! How?! I was playing! Joffrey came in and ruined everything! And she stood and watched and like a coward said she saw nothing!"
"Your sister is going to marry the Prince-"
"SO?! WHY WOULD THAT STOP HER FROM TELLING THE TRUTH?!" Arya roared. "SHE CAN MARRY WHOEVER SHE LIKES! WHY DID SHE HAVE TO LIE AND GET MY FRIEND KILLED?!"
"If you'd only made proper friends none of this would have happened" Sansa muttered, wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her dress.
"Yes because they would be my friends instead of yours" Arya whirled to face her sister. "Every friend I tried to make in Winterfell became your friend and they forgot me! Perfect Sansa with her perfect stitches and perfect manners. Who would want to be friends with little Arya Horseface?!" she spat, eyes watering and teeth grit. "Nobody cares what I want to do! It's always 'Be like Sansa', 'Why can't you do it like your sister?', 'No, you can't do this because it's not ladylike. Look at your sister!. You Septa Mordane, Mother, everyone wants me to be like you! Well, I tried and I can't! I can't be like perfect little Sansa. I can't be the perfect little lady who can do perfect stitches and have the perfect manners! All I want to be is Arya and nobody lets me be Arya!"
"Arya, child..." her mother whispered.
"And then the one time I do end up making a friend, it gets him killed! Because my sister would rather deny everything and support me when I'm right!"
Arya turns and clings to Jon who scoops him from her seat and sat her on her lap and hugged her tightly.
Sansa watched Arya with a stubborn frown, her words still ringing in her ear. She looked around when she felt a hand on her head. It was Jon who confronted her.
"If you still don't understand what happened than let me tell you Sansa, Lord Stark may have been the one to swing the sword but it was you who killed Lady. The same can be said for Mycah the butcher's boy."
"What? How did I kill them?" Sansa snarled at him.
"You lied to the King, because you wanted to protect your betrothal you abandoned Arya when she needed you. You are a Stark a wolf who gave up on her sister for a Lion. Though I know most of it isn't your fault but the lack of education you have received." Jon said
"And what do you mean by that?" Catelyn asked with a frown.
"I mean that she doesn't have an ounce of intelligence a daughter of a Lord Paramount's has and behaves like a little girl who still beleives in the stories of Knights and flowers" Jon retorts back
"Well said boy," Brandon Stark nodded towards Jon.
"I know why you held back or will hold back," Ned said kindly. "But the things Arya said were... are they all true?"
Sansa frowned and lowered her gaze, both in thought and out of guilt. She remembered someone making the name 'Arya Horseface', either Jeyne or someone else she wasn't certain. She had used the name many times and often laughed when the name was brought up. More often than not Arya was there to hear them laugh.
Sansa's silence made Ned sigh.
"When we return, we will have a word about how you sisters treat each other" Ned said sternly, "and also about what we expect from our daughters" this one he said to Catelyn.
"She's a Lady Ned-"
"A Lady of the North as well" Ned cut her off smoothly. "Sansa might have taken to the Southern ways like you, but that doesn't mean Arya had either. If the ways of the South do not suit Arya, then she will not be a Southern Lady."
"My Lord, if she doesn't learn she will never find herself a good husband" Catelyn argued gently once Ned had taken his seat.
"Lyanna over there was no Southern Lady and she had Robert Baratheon wanting to marry her and Rhaegar Targaryen who did marry her. Arya will find her own way in this world and we will help her find it. Am I understood?"
The sternness in Ned's voice had Catelyn pulling back. That was the voice of the Lord of Winterfell, not her loving husband, that spoke. It was not because Catelyn agreed with the man that she held her tongue back. Otherwise, she would have mentioned that his sister had eloped in the end.
The dim wall lit up again slowly and all hushed whispers slowly died.
[The King, Eddard and the rest of the posse have arrived at King's Landing.]
"Welcome, Lord Stark. The Grand Maester has called a meeting of the Small Council. The honour of your presence is requested."
"I was not aware that the Grand Maester could call a council meeting" Rhaegar commented with a frown.
"He can't. But I am assuming that Robert left the Small Council in charge of matters while he was away. And since I had died, the interim powers of the Hand fell on the Council. In that capacity, he might call on a meeting" Jon Arryn explained.
Rhaegar nodded, happy with the explanation.
"Get the girls settled in. I'll be back in time for supper. And, Jory, you go with them."
"Yes, my Lord."
"Jory? As in little Jory?" Lyanna asked in excitement.
"He's grown so much!"
"Aye, He's the captain of the Winterfell Household Guards, Ned said with a smile. "He's stood up and distinguished himself after the death of Martyn."
"Martyn's dead?" Brandon asked. The man was older than Brandon by four years, but they were still friends.
"Died in the Rebellion" Ned smiled sadly. Martyn had been with him at the Tower of Joy, and that was where he was buried.
"If you'd like to change into something more appropriate..."
"What did he expect Lord Stark to change into?" Renly laughed.
"Cleaner clothes probably. The man's not used to seeing such dull colours" Robert snorted.
[Ned Stark gives the guard a blank stare while taking off his gloves]
"Oh I hate that look" Lyanna muttered.
"Me too. It's like you just said something stupid and he's judging you extremely hard for it" Brandon added with a sigh.
"Maybe because you do say and do a lot of stupid things that you get this look" Ned cut in with a roll of his eyes.
[The guard realizes Ned's disinterest and the two begin walking to the council chamber. First, they walk through the Great Hall, where the throne sits. Jaime Lannister is lingering in front of the throne.]
"Thank the gods you're here, Stark. About time we had some stern northern leadership."
"Stop trying to antagonize him" Joanna hissed at her son.
"I'm not, I think. Ned Stark's brand of leadership is very necessary to reign in the chaos of the capital" Jaime whispered back. "Should have named him Master of Laws instead of Renly"