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The old hag never tired of reminding Arya that as a daughter of a Great House she was, despite her many efforts, a highborn lady. Highborn ladies married highborn lords. It was in times like this that Arya deeply hated being a Stark. Who would ever want to marry her? She had the hands Woman seeking a gentleman in arys a blacksmith and the Womsn of a horse, as she was often told. She did not ib any resemblance to a lady. Who would want to marry her, if not for her father's favour? Perhaps that was why she was so terrified of marriage and being a lady. It meant marriage and marriage would mean gentpeman. Then, her father and the king declared that she would marry Leopold Lannister, her best friend.
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In addition, Leopold never made any objections to her unladylike character or her other flaws. As the days passed and she thought more about it, particularly to distract herself from the trauma of Bran's fall, the more she found herself enjoying the daydream of being married to her best friend. The thought of having complete and unquestionable rights to his warm arms was a sweet thought that cycled and recycled in her imagination. She imagined how, as Lady of the Rock, she could hire all the sword masters in the world and he would only give her a cheeky grin. She made-up the sweetness of being allowed to wear breeches and throwing her hair back and ride horses and spar with the sons of blacksmiths all she wanted, and her husband would not love her less.
She imagined children with fierce temperaments and golden hair running around with wooden swords, bearing names like "Ned" or "Robb" or "Jon" … …Their children? Her momentary lapses into her fantasy world were shattered. She knew where babies came from and that, as a wife, she would have to… lay with a man on their wedding night. It was another reason why she didn't want to be a lady or married. It sounded… disgusting, wrong, somehow, especially to do with her best friend. There were just some parts of her body that her friend didn't need to know about nor did she need to know about him.
If he was a stranger, perhaps it wouldn't be so uncomfortable to think about. As much as she didn't want to think about what their first night would be like, the thought was inescapable. All she knew was that he would need to put his… thing… inside her, but that sounded too vague. She needed an older woman's advice. Her mother, her natural choice, was too busy with Bran and she would rather gouge her eyes out with a spoon than ask Septa Mordane on the subject. What would the old cow know anyway?
Septas swore vows of chastity. She had no choice. She had to go to Sansa. Her sister never lay with a man either, but perhaps one of her foolish little songs would give her some sort of idea about the matter. With a bitten lip and heavy heart, Arya knocked on her sister's door. Sansa's direwolf, Lady, came up to Arya's limp form and licked her hand, in the gentlest possible way. Well… Prince Joffrey and I will say our vows in the Sept of Baelor… because the Crown Prince must be married in a Sept of the Seven and not in front of our bloody trees… and then all the best knights of the kingdom will have a joust in the capital.
Oh, I do hope Joffrey jousts, though I'd hate him to have any sort of injury on our wedding day. The joust will be followed by a grand feast with the best singers in the kingdom in attendance and Prince Joffrey and I would dance our hearts out- " "Yes, yes and what about after the feast! Sansa glared at her. The ladies of the court would carry Joffrey away, disrobing him, and the lords would do the same to me and they would bring us to our bedchamber. Then Joff would kiss me and… the rest will be none of your business. Arya knew how to bait her sister too well.
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She needed her courage if she was going to divulge her troubles to this whore. To have a highborn lady ask her what it was like to experience laying with a man tasted like divine justice. She's a year-old maid. Now answer the question or you'll see those gold dragons like the back of your ears. She stood up and slipped the gown off her body she stood before the girl stark naked. Instinctively, Arya looked away. It's a body that's not that much different from yours. Afraid of a pair of breasts? Is that what your sixty-year-old hag taught you? Look not at your wicked breasts, you, impure little wench!
It was a pale, alabaster coloured body that had sharp bones poking from beneath the skin, plump breasts, a tight belly and hips, wide red curls where the legs met and thin legs. Arya took in the full body of the whore. Let your self-righteous Septa go on at lengths about how shameful it is to look at a woman's body. But how can a man receive pleasure from it if you don't? I came to learn what I could expect on my wedding night! Arya somehow doubted that Leopold would do that to her, but this whore knew more about it so she bowed her head and listened. No foreplay, no southern kisses, nothing. There are more whores in King's Landing than anywhere else.
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