Faceless // Jaqen H'ghar

What about Women?

When Jaqen started training Sera she was constantly sore, always bruised and her once smooth hands were covered in blisters and splinters from the training rods.

'My everything hurts.' Sera said clutching onto her ribs. 'And i feel like im dying!' Jaqen just laughed.

'You didn't do bad today.' he told her.

'Didn't do bad?' she repeated trying to stand up straight but she felt a pain in her lungs every time she tried to breathe. 'Wow... my body says I got a beating today a beating I chose.'

'You didn't do bad today.' Jaqen told her again

'Is it going to be like this every day?' she said clutching at her broken body.

'No.' he told her simply

'No? It's not going to be me getting my ass handed to me every day feeling like you've broken every single bone in my body?' sera countered.

'No.' he answered 'you will get better it was just going to take time.'

'I know I get that practice makes perfect-'

'No practice does not make perfect.' Jaqen corrected. 'you will never be perfect no one is perfect. Maybe in that ivory castle of yours-'

'Castlery rock was not ivory, it was gray and elegant.' Sera informed him. Jaqen liked that she always had a comeback.

'Practice does not make perfect. Practice makes you better makes you stronger you have to work at it every single day. I'm going to train you to make you better to turn this week whiny woman-' Jaqen went on.

'OK one ouch, two, you're a dick,' sera told him. 'Three you just said I didn't do bad.' She reminded him

'A man is going to turn a woman into a strong fearless force of nature. A man is going to turn a woman into no one.'

'By turning her into something else?' sera questioned and Jaqen nodded.

'Get some rest we start again tomorrow.'

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'Valar morghulis.' Sera repeated. 'what does that mean?'

'all men must die.' He told her as she dodged a hit.

'and valar dohaeris?' sera asked rolling out of the way.

'all men must serve.' He answered and she held out a hand stopping him.

'just men?' she teased and he lunged at her again. She laughed as she fell to the ground, her legs kicked out from under her. 'its not my fault an old, probably white guy made it a saying that excludes me from death and serving.' She told him innocently. He smirked offering her a hand up.

'again.' Jaqen told her but she rested against the rod.

'what if we change the pronuns?' sera suggested. 'Valar Morghulas? Las is feminine.' She informed him. He kicked the rod from her hands she let it fall to the ground. 'and valar dohaeras?' she went on he dropped her back to the ground she let out a groan of complaint. 'Ras... las and ras... that could work right?'

'Sera-' she slapped him in the face.

'I am no one... maybe.' She told him. 'no Seraphina.' He smirked jumping off of her. again offering her a hand. 'So all women must die and all women must serve... think it through.' Sera suggested.

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Every day was another beating every day she slumped back to her tiny awful bed and collapsed into it trying to find comfort in a very uncomfortable situation or she would go into the water to cold waves brushing against her sore muscles. She stayed until her fingers pruned and the sun disappeared from the sky the stars twinkling above her.

She never noticed when jaqen came and watched her she couldn't focus on anything besides the pain radiating her body in the cool waves trying their best to help ease her ache.

It did not go unnoticed by a woman that a man had taken an interest in the new girl. But she did not understand why. A woman who's not supposed to have wants or needs or desires neither was a man but there he was yearning, lusting over this girl. A woman could not understand all his talk all his preaching and yet here he was covering this girl this High born lady with no skills from what the woman could tell. She had one lucky shot that got the woman in the nose. But Seraphina Lannister was not anything special. A woman could not understand why a man was so interested in her, spent hours with her training her, eating with her, watching her from a far.

In his process of making her into no one he had remembered who he was before. Jaqen knew it wasn't good. It was bad. To want and desire but despite all his meditation and training, trying to spend all this time with her he reasoned it was to prove to himself that he was still no one and had no needs or wants he was failing.