Maybe we should all be running from Beacon Hills… running for our lives.
The direwolf let go of Joffrey and moved to Arya’s side. The prince lay in the grass, whimpering, cradling his mangled arm. His shirt was soaked in blood. Arya said, “She didn’t hurt you…much." She picked up Lion’s Tooth where it had fallen, and stood over him, holding the sword with both hands.
I don’t care if people know who I am or if I make a ton of money, I just love my work so much.