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"Harwin?" Arya whispered. It was! Under the beard and the tangled hair was the face of Hullen's son, who used to lead her pony around the yard, ride at quintain with Jon and Robb [ ]

"Harwin!" Squirming, she threw herself forward, trying to wrench free of Lem's iron grip. "It's me," she shouted, "Harwin, it's me, don't you know me, don't you?" The tears came, and she found herself weeping like a baby, just like some stupid little girl. [ ]

"Who in seven hells is she supposed to be?"

"The Hand's daughter." Harwin went to one knee before her. "Arya Stark, of Winterfell."

He wanted to believe it would be Arya. He wanted to see her face again, to smile at her and muss her hair, to tell her she was safe. — A Dance with Dragons - Jon IX

She is Arya of Winterfell, Daughter of the North. She is a plushie and done with wooden teeth! ✨🤍🐺🗡️🩶✨

I'm so sorry for making everyone wait so long, but she's finally here and she's so so so lovely! 💖🥹💖🥹

If you'd like an Arya Stark plushie, you can pre-order here!