Arya walked ahead of the whole pack. She understood that the king’s brother cannot trust her because of things that has happened to him in the past but it was starting to get to her. She did not like the way he always seemed to want to get her on the bad side of the others.
She wanted to prove herself more than anything now but not to him, to the whole city.
She had hoped that finding a place to hide her head would help her to make peace for the bad things that has happened because of her but no matter how she tried, she couldn’t feel safe.
“Found anything?” his voice came from behind her and she looked back, startled.
“No,” she replied.
“I think we should camp here for the night,” Mike said, “Kyle, why don’t you join Arya and help get woods to make a fire.”
The two looked at each
