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The Lion Lord and the Little Wolf Girl	By : White Glove Literature Category: G through L > Game of Thrones Views: 27880 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Lion Lord and the Little Wolf Girl
Prologue

She and the others were huddled together in a large wooden pen in the massive courtyard of Harrenhal. The looming towers and enormous stone walls blocked out most of the sun's warmth, and they were left to shiver in the rain, their teeth chattering and their stomachs grumbling from gnawing hunger. The stench of death and waste and urine was overpowering, making the small pen they were confined in even more unpleasant if that were possible.

They had just watched as a sinister-looking man with short-cropped blond hair called Ser Amory Lorch tortured and murdered a prisoner the day before, hoping to uncover information on the now infamous Brotherhood Without Banners. A group of wandering rebels sworn to no one lord but roamed the land, causing grief to both the Starks and Lannisters.

The massive form of Ser Gregor Clegane approached, the sound of his boots crunching against the pavement below their feet, causing them to look up at the man in fear. His shadow loomed over them like the specter of death as he surveyed them, choosing yet another unfortunate victim to be interrogated. Unconsciously, Arya and Hot Pie shifted closer to Gendry in fear as they waited to find out who would be chosen next.

They stood together, terrified that they would be next to be selected for interrogation and death at the hands of Amory Lorch and his henchmen. They always chose a new person at the start of every new day. Almost like a miracle, before the Mountain could choose, there was a loud commotion at the gates, and suddenly a large group of people on horseback entered the massive keep of Harrenhal.

Surprised, they turned quickly to watch as the horsemen were joined by hundreds of Lannister men-at-arms on foot, filing in through the gates and surrounding them. There at the front, mounted on an impressive white destrier and towering over the others, in gold and steel-plated armor, decorated with glittering golden lions and a crimson velvet sash was Lord Tywin Lannister himself. There was no mistaking it. The Mighty Lion had arrived at Harrenhal, ready to end the fighting with the Riverlords and end the conflict in the region.
The prisoners called out, pleading for mercy, for help as one of Lorch's henchmen stepped in front of the pen, intent on selecting another victim. The Mountain had left to make his report to Lord Tywin in person. He stopped in front of Gendry and moved to pull him forward when Arya quickly stepped in front of him, intent on protecting him from harm as she cursed loudly at the man, taking a swing at him. The guard growled in anger as one of her tiny fists connected, hitting him across the chest. Her insignificant fist connected with his torso, and though it did little to harm him, it did serve to piss him off.
"That's it. I'll get you for that, you little brat." He snarled in a tone of anger and fury as he drew a dagger from his belt and raised his hand only to have his wrist grabbed by the hand of Lord Tywin himself.
"Not this one, you won't. This one is a girl. Dressed as a boy. Why?" He asked, turning to look at Arya, a curious expression on his face as he took a moment to consider her.
Arya was clad in a dirty, torn tunic and breeches, her hair matted with mud and filth; she looked a sight, but her dark, storm gray eyes burned with a blazing inner fire as she found her tongue. "Safer to travel, my lord," she said, keeping her eyes low and her voice level, despite a slight waver.

Nodding almost imperceptibly, Lord Tywin turned to Amory Lorch. "You keep them here in pins. Why?" He asked in a stern tone, leaving Arya to wonder what he was thinking. Based on the look on Lorch's face, he too was uncertain as to how to respond to his lord's question.

Ser Amory paused and considered his words before looking at his lord and answering. "They're prisoners, my lord. To be executed after interrogation."

Lord Tywin frowned, an angry expression on his face. "Executed? Do you think we're so well-staffed that we can afford to turn away laborers?" He snapped angrily. Turning to face Gendry, Lord Tywin asked, "You boy. Do you have a trade?"

Gendry froze, stammering a reply. "Blacksmith, my lord. I was apprenticed to a smith in a village in the Crownlands." He said, nervously eyeing the intimidating man. Considering his past and the fact that the Gold Cloaks were still hunting him, he was hesitant to offer many details and hoped the man would not inquire further.
Lord Tywin turned sharply, now casting a glare at Ser Amory. "Get them cleaned up and put them to work except for the girl. She's to be my new page," He said, gazing at her with an expression that made Arya nervous.
With that, they were all split up and sent to bathe before being given a fresh set of garments from the Lannister stores and then put to work. Arya was separated from her friends and taken to a separate room. Inside, a pair of robust maids stripped her of her filthy breeches and tunic and dunked her headfirst into a large tub, and then proceeded to scrub the layers of grime from her skin. Arya struggled and swore loudly, but strong hands held her down, pouring buckets of soapy water over her head. The water quickly turned brown as the mud and filth were washed from her dark hair and small, slender frame.
After they finished, they pulled her out of the tub and dried her off. Next, they took a pair of shears to her hair, cutting it short before handing her clean garments. They told her to dress quickly. She did so and was sent towards the highest tower in Harrenhal, where Lord Tywin had taken up residence. She was dressed in a relatively simple set of grey, woolen togs with the Lannister sigil sewn into the breast, linen smallclothes, a pair of rough-fitting leather shoes shod on her feet. She entered the tower and climbed up the stairs towards the second level, where she found Lord Tywin's solar, the entrance flanked by two Lannister guards who ushered her inside at their lord's command.
Inside, Tywin sat at a large wooden desk, pouring over the countless documents placed in front of him, his armor hanging on a rack nearby. He was richly dressed in black silk breeches, leather boots, a dark blue silk shirt with gold, lion's head buttons, and unknown to her at the time; a dagger hung at the belt at his waist. A man like Tywin Lannister had many enemies, after all. One had to take precautions. His blond hair was thinning, and his blue-green eyes focused on her as he looked up from his work. He pointed to the spot in front of his desk, and she walked forward, nervous and fearful, a lump forming in her throat as he specified her new duties.
She would serve his meals, clean his chambers, make the bed, run errands and polish his armor and tend to any other various needs he may have in the future. When she was not busy working for him, she would help in the kitchens. At night she would sleep on the floor in the corner of his chambers, ready to serve him the following day.
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