author's note: Hey everyone so I've thought of a new story! This will be an Arya/Drogo pairing maybe a little Viserys action to but at this point I don't know if I'm going to include it or not. Arya's age will be 15 - so warnings I guess will include - underage and blood and violence if you don't like them you probably don't know much about Game of Thrones and have no idea why you're here. I have the first 7 chapters written so I'll be updating a lot. Expect a lot of updates! Also please review but please be nice I have a low opinion of my writing so please me nice!

Disclaimer- I do not own Game of Thrones. All rights go to George R. R. Martin! This is a disclaimer for the whole story! .

She eyed the throne with thousand of swords melded into one grand masterpiece she hasn't been one much for art she thought if she had been born into a different family then maybe the throne would be something to her. As she stared at it the more her anger grew. She wasn't from a different family and she was glad. She was a Stark and wolf caught by a den of lions.

She watched as her father made eye contact with her - telling her he wish he could take everything back - she watched as they chopped off her father's head with his sword - Ice. She wanted to run and get vengeance for her father. Yet she was tugged back by Yoren.

He had been about to cut off my hair when a Kingsguard recognized her and hauled Yoren off of her. She had kicked and scream all the way to the throne room. She hated this place. Nothing ever good came from it, she thought when she heard the double doors open.

She watched as the Queen Regent - whose hair was as gold as the sunlight - she wore a Lannister Red dress with hand-sewn flowers delicately made into the fabric itself - headed towards the throne. Joffrey hadn't been crowned, she reminded herself when Cersei looked as if power itself had hailed her as a daughter.

"Arya, wasn't it?" The Queen Regent said as she made herself comfortable on the chair. "You were going to run away weren't you?" She asked again.

She nodded she couldn't speak - if she did it would be the 'unladylike' words Sansa would throw a fit over and it probably wouldn't help her case either.

"I don't need two Stark girls. Your sister will be enough. "

What was the Lannister going to do to her? Death? Was she never going to see her family again? Didn't she at least get to see Sansa and have her last words?

"I'm going to sell you?"

She watched the women smirk from her perp on the Iron Throne.

She hated that god damn chair.