Dream? No dream. Dream's don't feel like this.
She's pushing her way through a large crowd. No one pays her any mind, she's just a girl a dirty, hungry girl come to watch the spectacle. The king is speaking though Arya cares not for his words she's focused on her father and she's happy to see him even if he is chained and bound.
Take the black, he's to take the black and that makes everything okay...
The king keeps talking (Lannister, treacherous, no lions only snakes in the grass) and one word rings out cruel and damning.
Traitor.
The executioner rises his blade (not his, not really), steel catches the sun, time slows down and Arya never sees Ice fall as darkness suddenly engulfs her vision and she's...
Just a boy. A boy of no importance.
A boy whose never had a father to cry for.[Phone call to Ned]She couldn't find him at the house and she's half mad with worry. It was just a dream. Just a dream. Her hands are shaky and it takes four tries before she's able to press all the buttons correctly."Dad. Dad. Where are you?"