I really need someone with armor and a big fukking sword to knock the shyt out of Arya.
bytch, you are not a soldier like my girl Brienne. You're an annoying little assassin with an annoying little blade who can't do jack shyt without magical faces and whatnot. Put her ass on a battlefield and watch her get wiped out in a heartbeat. Or better yet, make her someone's wife like Ramsay and see how far her waterdancing bullshyt gets her. bytch would've been a goddamn Scooby snack for Ramsay's hounds. At least Sansa knows her place. Hell, she's got the Knights of the Vale backing her. Arya couldn't even get her fukking direwolf to come to Winterfell.
So in order to prove how Arya would never betray your family, she'd betray her sister with a letter she wrote under duress when she was THIRTEEN? Her sister Sansa, who knelt before the king and pleaded for her father's life in front of everyone? I don't like using the word jealous just because two women are fighting, but I swear Arya is acting like a jealous little girl, making all these remarks about knitting and handwriting and whatnot. That's not the bad-ass Arya we know, so what the hell is goings-on? This better all be an act to fool Lil' Fanga.