Arya From Game Of Thrones Novels & Stories

ALPHA LEO “I have waited this whole time to tell you how lucky I am that you are back to me and our baby, I want you to know that I will do anything for you and just know that I love you, forever and always,” Arya said, I could hear her voice faintly but it was melodious to me, I opened my eyes slowly and the lighting in the room was too much for me, I closed them immediately.

I wondered who it was this time, walking towards the door and pulling it open. It was a girl I’d never met before. She stood with a look of annoyance on her face like she didn’t want to be here. She was a head taller than me with long black hair, really beautiful. "So, you’re the one taking up Tyrell’s time these days," she said, not particularly happy about it. "You’d think it was someone even worth bothering about," she muttered to herself. "My name is Arya, and Tyrell is my mate," she declared, exerting her dominance as well as marking her territory.

It made me feel protected. “It's hot outside, don't you feel it? The whole black theme makes you look fierce and it's perfect but in a weather like this, I could almost die in black,” Kara said. I shrugged, not wanting to let anyone learn about my scars. “It's comfortable, the material is soft and light.” She nodded at me, “If you say so.” My eyes flickered to the bow in her hand.“So you're an archer. You're multi-talented. The way you were I was like damn who is this girl. Turns out it's my long friend.”

Monroe my beta ordered one of the other wolves who had the projector close to them, instantly the news blasted out and had us all glued to the holographic projection of the king, Dylan was no where to be seen, but her screams could be heard as his grace entered my old house. "That's where you used to live isn't it?" Arya asked me as she slid her hand into mine. I just nodded watching what we had missed. It was heart breaking, especially when she curled up into a ball just screaming at the world. I couldn't believe she had shot him, and I couldn't believe how truly broken she was.

The maid quarters were a beautiful representation of the kingdom of Ghandor. In the early morning, a cold air blew back and forth, causing shivers. Multiple groups of men practice swordplay, as usual, with distant metal striking metal. He remembered the maidens and the over ten contenders who are getting ready for the second round, battling for His affection. Prince Kohl reached out of his bed, glanced out the window, and heard a silent whisper, a voice echoing,'she is the queen of the iron throne'. He looked around his bedroom and wondered whether he was having a hallucination. 'No, this is real,' he exclaimed.

Her eyes shone fiercely, gleaming with a strange and dangerous mixture of triumph, satisfaction, and something far darker, something coldly calculated and chillingly precise that sent a shiver crawling down my spine. “Ryu,” she said softly, her voice as smooth and deadly as silk wrapping around a dagger, “your time here is over.” I swallowed hard, the muscles in my arms and shoulders aching from the long confinement, my body weak but my spirit igniting like wildfire beneath the ashes of despair. Freedom in the hands of someone like Ariel was never a gift but a weapon—a double-edged sword gleaming with promise and peril in equal measure.

“It’s my daughter’s house too. If she wants him here, then we do not need your permission.” He dipped his head, biting the insides of his cheek. My gaze trailed to Arya. I couldn’t see her bottoms from where I stood, but she was clad in a black turtle necked top with long sleeves, the perfect outfit to hide the bruises she had gotten earlier from her parents. I balled my hands into fists as hot blood coursed through my veins. I had no business with her affairs. She could let him batter her to his satisfaction for all I cared.

I didn't want to be dragged into the middle of any drama. “What about her?” “What do you mean ‘what about her?’ You guys are fucking, that's what.” “So?” I stared at him in disbelief. “Really?” “I don't owe you loyalty, Arya, and neither do you.” “I'm not asking you for loyalty. I'm just asking to not be dragged into whatever love drama you have going on. I don't want to be third person.” “You're not.” He said immediately. “Well she doesn't seem to think so, does she?”

Rachel had studied acting, and because a few low-budget web dramas she had filmed had recently started airing one after another, she had gained quite a few fans and a good reputation with casual viewers. All her arrogance was gone in front of the camera. She wore a plain white shirt, no makeup, her eyes red, looking so miserable that anyone would feel sorry for her. She then took the words I had used to fight back the day before, cut them out of context, and stitched them together as proof that I had lashed out because I was guilty, as she sobbed.

the same with Esha and Arya. 'take care of her ' Arya said to vian showing Kyra. vishwa and Arya were walking beside holding their girls "Kyra can you walk" vian asked tapping on her shoulder. Kyra stood and was about to fall vian holded her in nick of time. he made her stand properly by holding her waist. Kyra lifted her head and saw vian... she smiled and said "why I'm seeing that idiot's face bro". Kyra thought vian as Arya and was talking about vian.