Arya Stark- Sword (a)
"That's a nice sword you've got there... how did you get it?" Arya Stark held her hand proudly on her own sword which sat at her hip, the ornate handle on display to the world.
"Oh this old thing? Been in the family for generations. Some would call it an heirloom. It isn't much but it always comes through for me." Your blade had been scratched and chipped through years upon years of rigorous use. It had seen more battles than you ever would and hopefully would be passed down to your children. "Where did you get yours?"
"My brother gave it to me. It's called Needle, does yours have a name?"
"Needle?" She nodded "It did have one once upon a time, but it's been lost to the years. I hope you know what you're doing with that thing, it looks small, but it also looks mighty sharp. The last thing we want is for you to lose a finger." She drew the sword and held it straight out, her legs had lunged forward, and her other arm sat bent behind her back. "Very nice, but just because you can do a fancy duelling stance doesn't mean you should go waving that thing about."
"My father is arranging sword fighting lessons for me with one of the best in Westeros, and then I'm going to be one of the best in Westeros. It shouldn't take me too long to get the hang of it, my brother already says that I have a natural affinity for it." She put the sword back into the sheath and stood back up.
"Get good enough and maybe you'll be the first Lady in the Night's Watch, maybe even the King's hand. By the Seven we could use more people around here that are good with a blade and want to do good by the people. I'm just grateful for King Robert and of course for your father, a good king and a little bit of peace has clearly been too much to ask for as of late to just have a nice normal ruler, even if he is a bit of a drunkard."
"I don't know if I could ever handle being in the Night's Watch. Do you really think I could be the King's hand one day?"
"Depends."
"On?"
"Whether you're careful or not. I've heard it's a whole lot harder to be the King's hand if you've only got one because you lost it in a sword fighting accident."
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Written by Aaron.
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