The Queen of the North took the throne alone: surrounded by men sworn to her, carrying flags and singing songs of a Stark brought back to Winterfell, and yet without kin at her side.

But a woman came to her court--striding like a man, carrying a sword, clothed in breeches and smelling of hard travels--and found her way into the queen's private chambers without being spotted by a single guard.

Sansa knew her before she said a word; those grey eyes, the dirty brown of her hair, the long chin and sharp nose, all said Arya.