Game Of Thrones... With A Twist

A Clash of Kings - Chapter 3

<A week later, Nights Watch Caravan, The Kingsroad, The Crownlands...>

Little Arya made sure that her breeches were tied tightly around her waist as she walked back to the main encampment of Yoren's band of Nights Watch recruits... and she sincerely hoped that no one found out that she didn't have the customary manhood that boys were supposed to have.

Arya made sure that she was quiet as she went about her business, playing the part of Arry the Orphan Boy as well as she could. 

Picking up a pile of sticks for firewood, Arry the orphan was about to join her only friend in this lot... until a hoarse voice called, "Boy."

"Lovely boy." One of the detained prisoners in the caged cart called, grabbing the Stark girl's attention, "What do you want?" She asked.

"A man has a thirst. A man does not drink for a day and a night. A boy could make a friend." The man spoke, seemingly referring to her and himself in third person as Arya walked a little closer. 

"I have friends." She retorted calmly.

One of the other prisoners grasped the bars before demanding gruffly, "Give us beer before I skin you." Arya's Stark grey eyes flitted back to the more polite one of the trio as he spoke, "A man does not choose his companions. These two, the have no courtesy. A man must ask forgiveness." The man apologized as Arya regarded him warily.

"You're called Arry?" The man asked, getting a nod from the disguised Stark princess.

"This man has the honor to be Jaqen H'ghar. Once of the Free City of Lorath..." The man introduced himself, and Arya immediately noted that the name was foreign.

"Beer, you little shit. Get us beer!" The uncouth man snarled, getting the Stark's eyes to steel over as she tossed the wooden sticks down and quipped, "Should've asked nicely." 

She then hit the man with a stick... repeatedly.

As Arya backed off, the other man sneered and the disgusting man snarled, "Come closer... and I'll shove that stick up your bunghole and fuck you bloody."

Arya backed away as Jaqen H'ghar amusedly stated, "A boy has more courage than sense."

"Come here!" The angry man snarled whilst Gendry passed by with firewood of his own before he spoke to her in a chastising tone, "Yoren said none of us were to go near those three." 

Arya looked at the three one last time before following after Gendry, "They don't scare me." She said bravely.

"Hmm? Then you're stupid. They scare me." The apprentice of Tobho Mott stated as two horses bearing Gold Cloaks from King's Landing rode up the Kingsroad, much to Arya's fear.

"What are Gold Cloaks doing so far from King's Landing?" Arya asked before she hid, causing Gendry, who had bent down to place the firewood down, to look at her with confusion. 

"What are you doing?" He asked. 

"They're looking for me." She answered in fear, much to the former smith's confusion.

"You in command here?" One of the Gold Cloaks asked authoritatively as Yoren walked up to them calmly, "You're a long way from home." He pointed out calmly.

"I asked you a question." The Gold Cloak repeated. "Aye, you did. You asked without manners and I chose not to answer." The man of the Nights Watch said calmly as the Gold Cloak drew a sealed scroll. 

"I have a royal warrant for one of these gutter rats you're transporting." The man said loudly, causing Gendry to at the small and frightened Arry.