Arya

           Arya’sstitcheswerecrookedagain.

           ShefrowneddownatthemwithdismayandglancedovertowherehersisterSansasatamongtheothergirls.Sansa’sneedleworkwasexquisite.Everyonesaidso."Sansa’sworkisasprettyassheis,"SeptaMordanetoldtheirladymotheronce."Shehassuchfine,delicatehands."WhenLadyCatelynhadaskedaboutArya,theseptahadsniffed."Aryahasthehandsofablacksmith."

           Aryaglancedfurtivelyacrosstheroom,worriedthatSeptaMordanemighthavereadherthoughts,buttheseptawaspayinghernoattentiontoday.ShewassittingwiththePrincessMyrcella,allsmilesandadmiration.Itwasnotoftenthattheseptawasprivilegedtoinstructaroyalprincessinthewomanlyarts,asshehadsaidwhenthequeenbroughtMyrcellatojointhem.AryathoughtthatMyrcella’sstitcheslookedalittlecrookedtoo,butyouwouldneverknowitfromthewaySeptaMordanewascooing.

           Shestudiedherownworkagain,lookingforsomewaytosalvageit,thensighedandputdowntheneedle.Shelookedglumlyathersister.Sansawaschattingawayhappilyassheworked.BethCassel,SerRodrik’slittlegirl,wassittingbyherfeet,listeningtoeverywordshesaid,andJeynePoolewasleaningovertowhispersomethinginherear.

           "Whatareyoutalkingabout?"Aryaaskedsuddenly.

           Jeynegaveherastartledlook,thengiggled.Sansalookedabashed.Bethblushed.Nooneanswered.

           "Tellme,"Aryasaid.

           JeyneglancedovertomakecertainthatSeptaMordanewasnotlistening.

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