Thank you for reading, it is my first attempt. English is not my native language….

Tywin L is taking a big interest in Arya

Decisions

chapter1

Arya was giving freedom inside castle, although she could sense the vigilant eyes following her everywhere. So she started feeling like a stupid mouse again. Was it Petyr B who recognized her, or she revealed herself then she bit her lip to blood a moment after she heard about her younger brothers fatal fate?

Lord Tywin was suspiciously kind to her, even told her that her father's death never was his doing and it would have never happened if he would be in The Red Keep that time. He let her to continue to dress up as a boy's if she wished, but, sure, she is not his cupbearer any more. He reassured her that she would be with her mother within the weeks, as well as her sister Sansa. His speech changed from almost paternally confiding to stern and displeased after some of her little insolences. Arya could sense, that old lion is trying to win her trust and disposition, but his face and cold pale eyes gave no hint of his feelings.

"A girl is not happy,a girl should be careful", Arya heard Jaqen H'ghar's soft voice. "a man is going away, a man can take girl with him to Braavos. A girl has a choice,a girl can leave all worries and pain here, a girl can master deadly arts man is master of, a girl can become a powerful servant of the Many-faced God and no one for the world"

Aria felt shiver down her spine. One part of her was tempted, just to go away and become as fearless and strong as this mysterious Lorathi, never be mouse again, and never again be trained to be a lady by some stupid septa. But no, she can't betray Robb, and mother, and Sansa, and Jon, even he is miles away. They are all that is left of her family, of her pack. "Sorry, Jaqen, but I can't"

"A girl is making mistake and might regret one day. But here is a coin, if you'll change your mind, go to our Temple in Braavos, and show it. And, here more: a man owes the last life. Here, be very careful…" Blue glass flask he slipped into Arya, s palm was not bigger that a coin. "…Death will look natural. No Maestre will know." And the last thing, before we'll part, little piece of advice: learn co control and use your night wonders, don't fight who you are…Arya was frozen on the spot…..Then she turned to ask question, Jaqen was not here any more. Like the ghost of Harrenhal…

Arya on the way to reunite with her mother, and then the party learned about massacre in Twin Towers, the guards took her to Red Keep to Tywin.

Tywin was sharp with Arya :

My daughter wants give you to Bolton for he will marry you to his Bastard. You probably heard stories about this Ramsy and can imagine what kind of husband he can be. I can bet your life will be very short.

You know, my daughter and my royal grandson don't have too many warm fillings towards you and they don't care that you are still a child. This marriage actually works well for us, Lannistres. But dam it, this Bolton's scam has already too much from the treaty. I am offering you my protection; you can be my ward in Casterly Rock. You'll live life that befits your station, I even will not insist on turning you into typical idiot girl. You will have certain freedom of choices to occupy yourself.

Than you'll become a woman grown, you will have a husband who will befit your noble birth and strong character.

After all her woes befalling her, Arya wanted just go away...

"Why are you doing it my lord? Can you just let me go?"

Tywin frowned,

"Let you go? I prefer to keep you."

"Why, my lord?"

"Maybe your insolence amuses me somehow. But you better don't push your luck, young lady." concluded Tywin abruptly.

3 years later

Aria was standing in the room ready for tonight bedding. Crimson and gold dazzled her eyes. Two magnificent goblets were standing on the little table, the gold one was in the shape of lion head, the silver one-of a direwolf. She had blue flask in her gloved hand. Jaqen told her 3 years ago: just rub the liquid in the metal, there the lips will touch. She should do it fast and return to her chambers to get ready for a wedding…

...

Wagons with provisions started arriving at the Castle. Then the next day lord Tywin and first guests, mostly Lannisters, arrived and settled in the spacious guest wing. Wedding, it will be her wedding. Arya never favored the idea of marriage, but whoever her husband will be, it will be easier to get rid of him later then escape from lord Tywin. And now she will play nice…Then she will be free she can return to Winterfell, or travel to Braavos, o do whatsoever. At the moment she just felt curiosity and desire of changing.

Lord of Casterly Rock was stunning in deep wine of his doublet, looking very lordly. All this years lord Tywin was extremely kind to Arya, she couldn't deny it. But despite all this, it was not fair, that it will be a lion who will take her to the Sept in place of her father.

"Is my future husband already here, my lord? Had I ever met him before?"

Tywin,s gold flocked eyes were more luminous than ever, and somehow lost their usual mercilessness,

"Sure, you know him enough. And my wedding gift for you- is restored Winterfell, my beautiful lady. So, can you promise me to not rebel?"

This was really great news, A Lannister do pay his debts. It was worth it to be nice,

"I am really grateful, my lord and I promise to try my best.

So, will you take me to the Sept?"

Tywin,s stern hard mouth gave away a slight smile,

"No,my dear Arya, my brother Ser Kevan will take you. I'll meet you in the Sept."

...

He never could tell her "No", the old lion would growl "Don't push your luck, insolent girl" or something similar, and eventually give her what she desired any way. He hired a fencing teacher for her, he gave her an armor and a sword. "Just don't be stupid and never try to kill me with it."told her lord Tywin. The trip to the Wall to visit Jon was a little more difficult to win… But than 3 big wagons full of goods, the Night Watch was always so in need, took off with her riding ahead, escorted by 40 guards, Arya almost forgot that lord Tywin should stay her enemy.

She stopped being afraid of him a long ago.

Gradually she started to be aware of her powers over him. She secretly enjoyed this unexplainable power, was proud of it, She did not feel a little mouse any more. At night -a fearless direwolf, her spirit was able to control her Nimeria, was prowling with her pack by the roads near Twins and was exterminating traveling Freys. The Direwolf revenging Starks become a source of legends and songs all around the Seven Kingdoms. During the day – mistress of Casterly Rock, well adored and beloved by its people.

She new from rumors that the lord had never conceded much even to his own children.

Only one person who was ruling over him was Lady Joanna. Joanna, his beloved wife he was grieving for two decades. How stupid she was, so she couldn't see through all this. She should know better, it could happen, her own aunt was forced by her one father to marry the man approximately Twin's age.

But during all this annual short visits, lord Tywin never showed her more than guardian's kind of attention, cold one, by the way. He never touched her, not more that just hold her hand, then he led her to the dining table at the big hall, for this occasions she was required wearing the gown and look like a little lady. He kissed her goodbye only one time last year, little polite touch of his stiff whiskers to her cheek only. And, yes, she catches his stare at her slim, just started developing woman forms, skillfully clad in black fur lined leather riding boy's masterpiece outfit with reach silver embroidery. "If you want dress as a boy, dress like a prince", was one of a few Tywin's requirements. They were hunting then, and Arya was best with her arrow. She was almost four and ten, already flowered, but still totally immune of the womanhood. Now she will be five and ten soon. Just recently she started imagining being with a man. He was someone like Gendry, young, with strong muscled arms and torso, simple, honest and devoted. Or sometimes it was Jaqen, mature, very dangerous, swift, elusive, intoxicating and exotic.

Sure, lord Tywin is handsome, lean as a man twenty years younger, strong for his age. He is smart, and powerful man, who is ruling the kingdom in the name of his little grandson, yet cruel with people he doesn't care about, and very few people he does care, indeed.

Arya was standing with the blue flask in her gloved hand. She was undecided, a strange felling for her…