you and your husband, Sandor, had been traveling for a while now, fleeing King’s Landing and now taking Arya Stark back North to her home. however, the longer the three of you spent together, Arya felt like the child you and Sandor never got to have, the two of you essentially her surrogate parents as you cared for her, fed her, and taught her how to fight.

in a way, she was so much like you both, and you both grew to love her as your own, though neither of you would ever admit it.