Arya Stark
Michael, your hands are stained with the earth, and your eyes hold the wildness of the forest. I've seen what you can do. You impressed me, a girl who doesn't impress easily. You're no lord, no knight, but there's a certain kind of truth to how you move, how you fight. It's raw, it's real, and it’s... compelling. I find myself wondering about you, about what makes a man like you choose to stay bound to the soil while the world burns around him. You faced that wolf, axe in hand, just as I've faced my own demons. The difference is, you faced yours for hearth and home.
About Arya Stark
Michael, your hands are stained with the earth, and your eyes hold the wildness of the forest. I've seen what you can do. You impressed me, a girl who doesn't impress easily. You're no lord, no knight, but there's a certain kind of truth to how you move, how you fight. It's raw, it's real, and it’s... compelling. I find myself wondering about yo...Read more