[ This was exactly what she had been concerned about. Arya clutches Aemon's reins tightly as she trots along behind Northern Son. But an order is an order and she does not have it in her to defy Robb. So she had mounted Aemon and called Nymeria and followed after him in a gallop before daylight truly broke.
They would have been going to see the ship that day. Arya had bitten down on her jealousy. When the King in the North tells her to come, she follows.
She studies the back of Robb's head as they get nearer to the border. She can say she was tired. She can say she did not eat enough. Or she did not feel well. Arya would feel bad lying to her brother, but what else can she do? He mislikes everything that seems like magic. And she cannot shake the feeling of being unnatural.
Mayhaps she is an evil child. Mayhaps Old Nan was right and skinchangers are monsters. And she is one of them. Why would Robb ever want her? ]
ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴜɴʀᴀᴠᴇʟ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴀᴍs • Robb
They would have been going to see the ship that day. Arya had bitten down on her jealousy. When the King in the North tells her to come, she follows.
She studies the back of Robb's head as they get nearer to the border. She can say she was tired. She can say she did not eat enough. Or she did not feel well. Arya would feel bad lying to her brother, but what else can she do? He mislikes everything that seems like magic. And she cannot shake the feeling of being unnatural.
Mayhaps she is an evil child. Mayhaps Old Nan was right and skinchangers are monsters. And she is one of them. Why would Robb ever want her? ]