Rightfully Mine // Ned Stark

The Man

'I would be complex, I would be cool.'

'You would be.' Arya told her.

'Every conquest I had made would make me more of a boss to them, not just the princess.' Sasha told her bitterly. Joffrey had sat in on a small council meeting, when he wasn't complaining that he was bored he was telling her that she wasn't the king, that she would never be the king... Cersei had gotten into his head and all that love that he once felt for his sister was gone. He told her she should be finding a husband and not sitting around with old men. That her ideas were too gentle and feminine.

'I'd be a fearless leader. I'd be an alpha type. When everyone does as you say, what's that like?'

'I'm so sick of running as fast as I can wondering if I'd get there quicker if I was a man!' Sasha declared. 'Cause if I was a man, then I'd be the man.'

'You would be the KING!' arya declared.

'Damn right!' Sasha agreed. 'They'd say I hustled, put in the work. They wouldn't shake their heads and question how much of this I deserve.' Sasha went on. 'What I was wearing, if I was rude, I could be separated from my good ideas and power moves.'

'Joffrey is a cunt.' Sandor remarked seeing the girls in the garden sparing.

'I'm so sick of running as fast as I can... Wondering... no knowing!' she corrected, 'knowing I'd get there quicker if I was a man.'

'you are too pretty to be a man." Sandor told her as he passed.

'Thank you!' sasha called back to him.

'it should be yours, you are the eldest.' Arya told her.

'you and me. ruling the world... what do you say?' sasha questioned.

'Deal!' arya put down her blade and stuck out her hand.

'When I am Queen, you will be my....' sasha thought it through. 'what would you like to be?'

'Master of war!' arya declared.

'Alright then we better get to work, a master of war should be better than anyone.' Sasha lifted her blade, nodding to arya.