My name is Arya Stark. I want you to know that. The last thingyou're ever going to see is a Stark smiling down at you as you die
The world doesn't just let girls decide what they're going to be
Brave men, all of you. Butchered a woman pregnant with her babe. Cut the throat of a mother of five. Slaughtered your guests after inviting them into your home. But you didn't slaughter every one of the Starks. No, no, that was your mistake.
How you can let her marry someone like that?