Game of Gendrya

The Face

  After Arya said she needed to send a Raven to Braavos, almost everyone was confused. "Braavos? What did you did there? How'd you get there?" Arya ignored every single question Jon asked. She wrote her letter, stating what had happened. She told him she couldn't physically be in Braavos, but she still needed his help. He did still owe her one more favor.
    After she sent the little raven, she left. She hadn't spoken a word since, and everyone started to worry. She was sitting on one of the resting spots by the training when Gendry walked over.
   "Can I sit?" He asked, far too formal for their recent interactions. Arya noticed and just shrugged, as if she was saying yes. They sat in the cold silence for a while. "You seem upset." Gendry finally said, stating the obvious. "I don't have much hope in my letter." Arya stared at the ground. "Not to mention, Jon is right. I wouldn't be able to kill Ramsey without his royal guards hunting me down.
He'd set his infamous hounds on me I bet." She frowned and furrowed her brow. "As much as I want to disagree, I think the same as you." He looked down at her, and she still stared at the ground.
  "I just want to go home." She spoke quietly. "We never did find out what would happen when we got to Winterfell." She looked up from the little pebble she was focusing on. Gendry frowned, deep in thought. "What're you thinking about?" She asked. The clouds were bright white, causing Arya to glare and shield her eyes as she stared at him. "Me?" He asked. "Nothing. Nothing important." Arya cocked an eyebrow. From the three or so years she's known him, she's been able to nitpick all of his traits and personality. She knew he was stubborn, very handsome, easily confused, and a bad liar.. Which didn't exactly make for a good traveling partner. "Don't lie." She said, sitting closer to him. He turned his head to stare back at her. "Do you remember the first night we laid together?" He whispered in his smallest voice he could manage, blushing afterwards. The question had Arya blushing, too. "I..I.Do." She turned her head in question while keeping her eyes locked on Gendry.
   "Do you remember what I said to you before we..ah." He coughed in embarrassment. Arya knew what he was getting at, returning with an "I do. Why?" Gendry wasn't sure how to ask. "Are we still?" Gendry looked modest as he asked. "Of course. As soon as we get Winterfell back. The first night we will." Gendry's smile was bright. "Are you sure you still want to?" He asked, trying to fight the smile that lay on his face. "I've been unsure about a lot of things.. But this.. This is different. We're a team, and a good one, too." She leaned up and kissed his cheek softly.
  Above, Jon was looking down at them. It had mean a lot that Arya was happy, and he himself knew how perfect they were together. TIt had been nearly a week since Arya had sent to the Raven to Braavos. He was beginning to worry for the future of Sansa and Rickon. Lord knows where Bran was, and Rob, Catelyn, and his father were dead. He doubted they'd be welcomed with open arms IF Arya had the chance to assassinate Ramsey.
  He breathed in deeply and started down the stairs. "My lady Arya!" A brother ran towards her with a clothed package and a letter attached. "This gift comes for you, from Braavos."
  Arya's eyes widened as she looked at the package. Taking it in her arms, she ran up the stairs into her chamber and locked the door. Jon, Gendry, and Sam were begging to come inside, but Arya had to open this alone. She didn't know what secrets were being held together by the think woven string around the cloth.
  Slowly, she opened it. Inside, a face of a mustached man with black eyes lay in her presence. She was glad she didn't let the men in, she didn't want them to see the horror in her face. She held it up to the light. It was almost as if it was a mask.. What the hell was this? It felt like human skin, looked like human skin, yet it didn't smell like human skin.
   The second thing she picked up was a beautifully made dagger. Her eyes widened at this, too, but more in admiration rather than fear. The blade was sharp enough that Arya could be cut just by touching it. It wasn't dull like the one on the training rack. In the blade were shards of red glass, which confused Arya. Why would he have glass put into a dagger? Perhaps it was only for looks, as the handle had a wolf on the bottom surrounded by magnificent blue and green jewels. On the bass of the handle was two letters carved into the steel. "A.S." She spoke the letters to herself before realizing they were her own initials. Why was he giving these gifts to her? And what was that mask?
  Finally, she picked up the Letter. The letter was tucked neatly in the package, and there was not a seal to close it. She grimaced at the thin paper, scared to read its words.
   A man knows what favor he must return to a girl. A man will not travel for a favor, might a man add. A girl has talent.. One that should not be wasted away at a wall.
  The package before a girl's eyes includes necessities to assassinate the man who goes by Ramsay Bolton. In order to take back a girl's home, she must do what is needed.
   Perhaps you've noticed the face. A man shouldn't send a girl a possession so valuable, but a girl deserves the favor, as a man cannot help much with the favor. Put the face to yours, the face will stick. You will acquire the voice of the face, the hair, and as well the looks. Use the face to slyly pass the Bolton's guards. Perhaps a girl noticed the letter with a Bolton seal. This will be a girl's decoy. A girl will be a letter bearer. Finally, a girl noticed the dagger. This is merrily a gift from a man. Be careful with the little knife, as it is one of its own kind.
  A man hopes a girl will accompany him in training to become no one one day. It would only be to the kindest of respects, you are skilled, Arya Stark.

  She looked for a closing name to the letter, only she couldn't find one. She also noticed the little letter with the Bolton seal after searching a bit. Her brow furrowed again as she thought about what this all was. She stared at the face of the unknown man. "This'll do."