Meanwhile, on the other side of the woods.
Arya, tied to a large tree, recalled the strange fellow who had told her "All men must die" not long ago.
"After dark, find a chance to create chaos. It would be best to persuade that guy named Halson to resist."
"You are a smart girl. Make good use of your identity as 'Lady Stark'."
"Don't forget, your brother is still waiting for you at Riverrun."
Remembering what Corleone whispered in her ear when Stole and Halson were arguing, Arya raised her head.
A wretched-looking Northern soldier was staring straight at her with ill intentions.
Since daytime, this guy had been staring at her like this.
Although young, Arya was no fool and naturally knew what the other was thinking.
Taking a deep breath, a bold plan formed in her mind.
"Hey!"
She looked up, giving the soldier an innocent look, and said rightfully: "I need to pee!"
The soldier was stunned, then looked delighted, about to agree, but then seemingly remembered something and refused: "Captain Stole doesn't allow us to contact you, Stark."
"If you really can't hold it... just pee in your pants, hahaha!"
Hearing his lewd laughter, Arya widened her eyes angrily at first.
Then she lowered her head to suppress her anger, tried her best to recall Sansa's usual demeanor, looked up timidly, and said softly: "That... that is wrong. Mother would punish me."
She paused, as if making a great determination, and pleaded with a crying tone: "How about... how about you help me take off my pants, and help me put them on after I finish peeing, okay?
"Please... I really need to go..."
This helpless and pitiful posture instantly made the soldier's breathing heavy, staring dead at Arya.
Although the little girl before him was dirty, the identity of "Lady Stark" itself carried a fatal temptation.
Being a low-level soldier all his life, when had he ever imagined such an opportunity for close contact with a noble lady?
Not to mention, a lady of House Stark!
Gulp~ He swallowed hard, lust overcoming reason, all vigilance gone.
"Hehe, you asked for this yourself!"
Impatiently squatting down, the soldier's right hand reached directly towards Arya's inner thigh, wanting to undo her belt.
Now!
Thud!
Arya closed her eyes, used all her strength, and smashed a fierce headbutt right into his face!
Crack!
"Argh!!!"
The sound of a breaking nose bridge and the soldier's pig-slaughtering scream rang out simultaneously. Nosebleed spurted wildly, instantly dyeing his lips and chin red.
Now!
Arya grinned, then screamed at the top of her lungs:
"No! What are you doing!"
"Let go of me~~~~~ I'm just a child!"
"Help! Help me!"
This voice full of panic and humiliation instantly pierced through the woods, breaking the original silence.
Hearing the surroundings gradually becoming noisy, the soldier ignored his gushing nosebleed and frantically pounced forward to cover Arya's mouth tightly: "Don't scream! Stinking brat, scream again and I'll kill you!"
However, Arya's ferocity far exceeded his imagination.
"Argh!!!!"
Another burst of intense pain. The soldier jerked his hand back and looked down, only to see a small piece of flesh torn from the edge of his palm!
Repeatedly injured, he instantly lost his reason. In exasperation, he punched Arya fiercely in the cheek!
Arya saw stars from the hit, but her shouting still didn't stop.
"Help~~~~ Please don't hit me!"
"Damn it! Stinking bitch, still pretending!"
Seeing her still talking nonsense, the soldier raised his hand angrily, about to beat Arya again. However, just as the fist was about to fall, his wrist was gripped tightly!
The soldier looked back in astonishment, instantly scared stiff.
"Halson!"
"No... it wasn't me... I didn't... she started it..."
Looking at Halson's incredibly gloomy face, especially those eyes filled with angry bloodshot veins, the soldier immediately wanted to explain.
However, Arya was one step faster than him.
"He tried to rape me!"
She raised her head, revealing her swollen cheek and blood at the corner of her mouth, accusing tearfully: "He... he said strange things to me, asking me to pee on myself for him to watch... and stuff."
"I refused, so he hit me and tried to force me!"
With that, she cried heart-wrenchingly, perfectly portraying a bullied, helpless little girl.
The soldier was about to go crazy.
After all, often only the person framing you knows exactly how wronged you are.
"You're fucking talking nonsense!"
"It was clearly you yourself..."
"Shut up!"
Seeing him still dare to be stubborn, Halson didn't want to hear his explanation at all. In a rage, he punched the soldier's already bloody face!
Immediately after, another kick, and another!
While beating, he cursed: "Disgusting thing!"
"Do you mean to tell me that a Lady of House Stark would use her own innocence and reputation to slander a scumbag like you?"
"Look at her, she's just a child who knows nothing!"
The soldier was constantly beaten, feeling so aggrieved he wanted to vomit blood.
He knew he had fallen into a trap, but now he couldn't argue his way out. He just wanted to admit defeat quickly, wait for Captain Stole to come and then clarify, to leave his innocence...
But clearly, Arya didn't intend to let him off.
"Woo woo woo~~~~~"
She stopped screaming and began to sob in despair and sadness, murmuring to herself:
"Bullied by Cersei and Joffrey in King's Landing, and now... bullied by Northerners too..."
"Oh, Mother! Sansa was right, Father passed away, and indeed no one can protect us anymore..."
These words were like the sharpest dagger, fiercely piercing the softest place in Halson's heart.
All restraint and reason were instantly burned away by monstrous anger!
Schwing!!!
The sharp blade was unsheathed. Seeing the killing intent bursting from Halson's eyes, the soldier was scared out of his wits and hurriedly begged for mercy: "Calm down! Captain Halson!"
"This bitch is talking nonsen..."
Squelch!
The muffled sound of a sharp blade penetrating flesh rang out.
The soldier's body stiffened abruptly, the light in his eyes dimming rapidly. Staring straight at Halson, he collapsed weakly just like that.
Halson flicked forcefully, seeming to want to throw off the dirty blood on the blade.
Only then did chaotic footsteps come from the woods nearby.
Stole rushed over with the remaining men, just in time to see Halson's bloodstained sword and his subordinate dead on the spot.
Shocked and angry, he gritted his teeth and roared: "What the fuck are you doing, Halson!"