The next morning their bodies have changed drastically. They looked at Arya surrounded by butterflies and sleeping comfortably in the soil.
" Should we?" a guard asked
Arya woke up, stretching as she yawned and cocked her head towards them.
" What's for breakfast? I could eat a horse." she frowned
" In the next life I should choose my Master more carefully." Davis sighed
The noticed Arya and Asher's large appetite and questioned them.
" No way." they chewed " We ain't..."
" We are prepare for you to go." elder cried
Arya and Asher took food to go and got into the carriage. They were taken to the Living Realm and everyone was shocked on their arrival.
" What happened?" Kingly asked
" Extreme training." she lied without batting an eye " When are the Knighting Competitions taking place."
" A sudden need for Knights pushed it forward and it's still being discussed" he answered
" I understand. We will go take rest." she told
The maids reported seventeen infiltrations and forty assassins.
" Alright, the Knighting Competition is divided into four: Summer, Spring , Autumn and Winter. First prize is the opportunity to swear allegiance to a noble or Royal. Royals are allowed max of 4 escorts and Nobles 2 escorts." Arya explained
" You are trying to hinder the Knights that Ryker as applied right?" Davis smiled
Arya thought with a smile, " The abilities of a superior, just like my intern days when they stole my work to get me fired. The power of full blown suppression."
" Ah....Nathaniel and Kord don't need to participate if you don't want to." she smiled
" No, I will." Kord said
" I will go as well. A Paladin is still a Knight." Nathaniel told
" You're all too good for her." Davis sighed dropping placing berries and poison tea on the table
Arya smiled, " Good Luck. Cheers to ruining Ryker."
' CHHEERRSS!!'
Arya attended the Winter Competition where her brother was registered to. Davis was burdened bring in food for her when they competition started.
" How Boring." she sighed
" I know, right."
She turned to a face of quite a handsome specimen. Misty blue eyed and autumn red hair with a very soft caramel skin tone.
" Don't stare at me like that, you're making me shy." he frowned
" Comrade." she smirked sensing a similar personality
" I'm not to sure about that." he laughed eating her popcorn
" Arya....you Mr. Handsome?"
" Well, Ms. Single, I am Zyke." he teased getting seated
" I'm greatest nightmare. Same Arya minded people." Davis thought in agony
Zyke and Arya were talking and enjoying themselves as Davis ate pastries. Ryker stomped through the door.
" What is this, Arya!! You knew I placed Knights in the Competition too so...." Ryker frowned
" Really? I had no idea, I wish them all the best." Arya smiled
Ryker closed the distance between them and looked into her eyes holding the back of her chair tightly.
" How wouldn't you if the Heir looked through the documents before the Competition starts." Ryker said
Arya smiled, " Didn't you say I was incompetent since I'm suffering with Management classes and Heir training?"
" A.R.Y.A." He frowned
Davis poured a bottle of red wine over Ryker, " Have you cooled down? What do you think you're doing in public to the Heir no less. You grew wing while we were gone."
Ryker walked out in a fit of rage and Arya hummed happily.
" Suppressing him, huh?" Zyke smiled
Arya smiled, " Are you against it?"
Zyke and Arya tapped the back of their palms in silent agreement on the abuse of power. Arya stood up and cheered when Asher won. She later went with Zyke to a dessert shop.
" We're being followed." Zyke whispered
" Hum? Shall we take care of them then?" Arya suggested " After a fun outing...."
Arya dragged Zyke to a festival where she won most of the prizes. They ate all types of food and danced to the music. Zyke couldn't help but be pulled into her pace as she was ever-changing. They walked down an alley as the sun set and were surrounded.
" I must say....you are persistent as hell." she blurted finishing her kebab
She moved forward and stabbed one assassin in the neck with the stick of the kebab. She pulled it out and threw it into the eye of an assassin behind Zyke. Zyke fired a blue flamed skill towards the person trying to jump on Arya. She jumped and he quickly caught her before throwing her up to the enemies above. Zyke ran forward towards those on the ground.
" That was fun." Arya smiled when it was over
" No thoughts on marriage?" Zyke teased
Arya smiled as she walked away, " No way. Mr. Demon King you must make your subordinate suffer."
Zyke was silent as she disappeared around the corner. His appearance changed, red eyed and black haired with a caramel skin tone. He had four horns, two back horn that pushed upwards while those forward curled towards his forwards.
" Arya Zenni le Winterbell.....we'll meet sooner than you think." Zyke smiled vanishing with black smoke
Arya received a report of her second sister sending the assassins her way which Arya foresaw.
" Camila is the type that doesn't want to get her hands dirty but my first and second brother are a different story. Why haven't made a move? I've given them plenty of chances?" she thought
She stood in front of all the new Knights and recited a speech that Davis wrote for her. She called the winners: Nathaniel, Kord, Shawn and Asher
" Who will you devote your blades to?" Arya asked with a stern face
" To Her Majesty, the Heir." they replied
The crowds cheered happily as Arya tried not to grin broadly with happiness. She got a glimpse of Ryker's knight that will become a deadly allies to him.
" I accept you as my Knights." she answered elegantly
' Who is this person?" her knight thought staring at the Heir
They returned home and found it shambles. The windows broken, some people were killed, other bruised and severely hurt. Arya's veins popped out as she looked at the sorry sight of her Palace she spent most of her money to make perfect.
" MASON JAMES DE WINTERFELL!!!!!" She yelled
" Did you call, sister dear?" a person smiled
His red eyes and red hair were dazzling with the effect of the moonlight. He smiled towards Arya with the beauty they both inherited from their mother with beauty spots in the exact place as Arya. He was a year younger than her so he was 'almost heir' as everyone says.
" You did this didn't you?" she frowned
" Sister. You should take care of your things else...they'll break." Mason told " See you around, sister dear. Thank goodness you weren't hurt."
" MMAAAASSSSOONN!!!" She boomed but he was gone
" I underestimated the fight for the throne." Shawn marveled
" This is only the beginning. Second and Fourth brother haven't done anything as well a Third sister." Arya frowned
" Third younger sister is seven?" Asher doubted
" Asher...you're were so innocent it was cute." Arya comment " We have to survive in this Palace and Third sister was lucky to be born smart and cute."
" So where will we sleep?" Shawn asked
" In there." Arya smiled pointing to the Palace before a fire broke out
They held down Arya who wanted to go after Mason with sword in hand.