"You mean to have Catelyn Tully adopt a wildling woman as her goddaughter, and then marry her off to Jon Snow, completely shaming the Stark family!" Cersei said.
"Exactly! All you have to do, Auntie, is take Lady Catelyn to the dungeon to see Ygritte," Mufasa said.
"Excellent plan!" Cersei revealed a conspiratorial smile.
The next day, Cersei went to the Sept of Winterfell, where she spent a long time praising the Seven with Catelyn Tully.
Then she looked at the Mother, one of the Seven Gods.
"Oh, Mother! I wonder if your mercy and radiance have reached beyond the Wall, whether the women there live happily or in misery, if they have any grievances in their hearts, or if they encounter men who abandon them."
Cersei's words left Catelyn Tully stunned.
"What does this queen from the South want to do?"
"Look, Lady Stark, something seems to have changed on the Mother's statue. What is that? She's crying!" Cersei pointed at the Mother's statue.
Catelyn Tully turned to look, and indeed, two streaks of tears ran down from the Mother's statue's eyes.
"What... what is the Mother trying to tell us?" Catelyn Tully asked Cersei.
"I think the Mother must be crying for all the women in the world, including that woman who is about to die, the wildling woman in the dungeon," Cersei said.
She didn't give Catelyn Tully a chance to speak and continued.
"The Mother's love wants to embrace everything, including beyond the Wall, but we don't know if the women there live happily. Why don't we go to the dungeon together to see that wildling woman, Lady Stark?" Cersei asked.
Catelyn Tully, not understanding why, nodded in agreement.
The two of them, accompanied by handmaidens and septas, left the small chapel. After they left, Mufasa and Arya emerged from the shadows.
For this kind of thing, you couldn't ask Sansa; it had to be Arya.
"We just did something big, didn't we? We pretended the Mother was manifesting, and we even fooled Mother and the Queen!" Arya said excitedly.
"Thanks to the clever Arya, otherwise I couldn't have done it alone!" Mufasa ruffled her hair. He noticed that Arya's hair seemed to have become softer compared to when he first arrived in Winterfell.
Feeling Mufasa's hand on her head, Arya squinted her eyes.
"Recently, I've been listening to Mother and started combing my hair. It's just that my hair isn't long enough, not like Sansa's," Arya said.
"Some girls look better with short hair than long hair! It just depends on the skill of the barber," Mufasa said.
"Why don't you comb my hair for me!" Arya asked, a little expectant.
"Don't you have a barber named Tony in Winterfell?" Mufasa asked.
"Tony? Who? Our barber's name is Benny, isn't it?" Arya asked.
"Are you sure there isn't anyone in your Stark family named Tony Stark?" Mufasa asked again.
"Tony Stark? No, there's no such person. No such name has appeared among the members of the Stark family throughout history," Arya said.
According to the customs of Westeros at this time, naming was very simple: just pass down the names of ancestors from generation to generation. It was very easy, and sometimes even fathers and sons had the same name!
For example, the Greatjon and Smalljon of House Umber. And there were at least dozens of people named Brandon in House Stark. There were also many people named Aegon in House Targaryen.
Mufasa went to Arya's bedroom, took a comb, combed her hair, and then picked up scissors and gave her a neat, ear-length bob.
Arya's attractiveness immediately shot up, and she kept looking in the mirror.
"So I can be this beautiful too! Let's see if Jeyne Poole still calls me 'Longface Arya' after this!"
After Arya changed her hairstyle, her mood seemed to improve, and she showed off her hair to everyone she met.
"Arya, it's you! How is this possible? You've become so pretty! No, it's your hair! Who cut your hair?"
Jeyne Poole was stunned when she saw Arya, then she quickly asked.
"I'm not telling you. Where's Sansa? I want to see her!" Arya said.
"She's playing the harp with Princess Myrcella! They say the princess's playing is as bad as yours!"
Arya stomped on her foot hard, then ran off.
"Ouch! Arya, you little rascal, you mischievous imp!" she cursed behind her.
Arya arrived at her sister's bedroom door and peered through the window.
Sansa was teaching Myrcella to play the harp. But Myrcella's playing, to Arya, sounded even worse than the wildling leader's!
That wildling leader, Mance Rayder, played the harp even better than Sansa. Arya had an urge to apprentice herself to him at the time, but then Uncle Benjen Stark was going to duel him, so Arya gave up the idea of becoming his student.
Because if Mance Rayder survived, she couldn't learn to play and sing from someone who killed Uncle Benjen. It would be good if she didn't secretly kill him.
"Myrcella, you're playing very well. With more practice, you'll improve even further!" Sansa said. She breathed a sigh of relief.
"So Princess Myrcella is tone-deaf! Not only does she not sing as well as I do, but she doesn't play as well as I do either!" This was Sansa Stark's inner monologue.
However, when Sansa Stark noticed a little girl's face at the window, she jumped.
"Ahhh! A ghost!"
Sansa immediately hugged Myrcella.
Myrcella was also startled by her, and both screamed at the same time.
"A ghost!"
Their lioness Joanna and direwolf Lady howled.
Arya then opened the door and walked in.
"It's not a ghost, it's me! In broad daylight, where would a ghost come from!" Arya stood with her hands on her hips, looking at the two of them.
"Two cowards! Don't think just because you're older than me, I can't still beat you!" Arya said, then flexed her muscles.
"It's you, Arya! Wait, how did you get so pretty?" Sansa said, patting her chest as it rose and fell, letting out a long breath.
"I, your little sister, came to see what you were doing! But I did get prettier, thanks to Brother Mufasa cutting my hair! He's so talented, hahaha!" Arya laughed.
"You said Brother Mufasa cut your hair?" Myrcella said, calming down from her panic.
"That's right, it was him! I didn't expect him to be a barber too!"
"Where is he? I want him to cut my hair too!" Myrcella asked.
"I want him to cut my hair too!" Sansa Stark said.
"No rush for that. I came, besides seeing you two, to tell you a secret!"
Arya whispered.
"A secret? About whom? Brother Mufasa?" Myrcella asked.
Arya shook her head. "It's about Jon!"
Sansa and Myrcella both looked uninterested.
But Arya closed the door, pushed both their heads under the covers, and then crawled under the covers herself, beginning to tell them Jon's secret.
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