Game Of Thrones... With A Twist

A Clash of Kings - Chapter 16

<Evening, Courtyard, Harrenhal, Near the God's Eye, The Riverlands...>

Arry the servant girl carried two pails with water balanced on a pole as she continued her duties as a servant girl in the Lannister camp, disheartened at not  being able to protect her brother from the wrath of Tywin Lannister and any malicious plan he may think of unleashing on her family.

Her lack of attention unfortunately came at a cost to her.

Not noticing a Lannister soldier in time, she bumped into him and dropped the pails, spilling the water to the ground before the soldier smacked her head with a rebuke on his lips, "Mind where you're going."

Still disheartened, the girl obediently bent down to retrieve her buckets... before the armored boots of another Lannister soldier stood before her, causing her to slightly recoil from the slight fear of punishment.

"I'm sorry. I'll..." Arry trailed off when she looked up and came face to face with the killer extraordinaire, Jaqen H'ghar.

"Where were you?" She asked in slight anger at the man, who had his ever-present enigmatic smile on his face as he answered, "A man has patrol duty."

"Tywin Lannister was right here, and now he's gone." Arya said, wondering what exactly went through the strange man's head.

"A girl owes one more name. The Red God demands it. Give the man a name." Jaqen said as if it were a simple fact.

Arya looked down before she asked, "How long after I give you the name does it take for you to kill someone?"

In hindsight, she should've asked this question when she started using the assassin's services.

"A minute, an hour, a month. Death is certain, the time is not." Jaqen answered vaguely as he kicked a chicken aside and sat down on a stool.

"He's taking his army to attack my brother. I need him dead right now." Arya pleaded the man.

Jaqen poured ale from a pitcher into a drinking horn in his hand as he replied, "This a man cannot do."

"You promised you'd help me." Arya said, attempting to guilt the Braavosi.

"Help was not promised, lovely girl. Only death." Jaqen clarified his services before requesting once more, "There must be others. Give a name, any name."

"And you'll kill them? Anybody?" Arya asked, Stark grey eyes hardening as a plan formed in her head.

Taking a drink from his drinking horn, Jaqen spoke, "By the Seven New Gods and the Old Gods beyond counting, I swear it."

Arya lowered her bucket from where she held it protectively as she spoke amiably, "All right."

The youngest daughter of Eddard Stark walked forward and leaned close to Jaqen's ear as the man placed his drinking horn down and leaned back to receive a name... and a name he did receive, "Jaqen H'ghar."

Arya leaned back as Jaqen's stony expression looked at her, any sense of the smugness present before lost as he asked, "A girl gives a man his own name?"

"That's right." Arya answered calmly.

"Gods are not mocked. This is no joking thing." Jaqen stated seriously whilst the Wolf Girl replied, "I'm not joking. A man can go kill himself."

"Un-name me." Jaqen growled in a low tone.

"No." Unfortunately for him, Arya Stark was more often one part brave and three parts fool. She wasn't one to cower so easily.

"Please?" Jaqen asked, knowing that he had already sworn to kill anyone Arya had named... and if the girl didn't take the name back, he was honor bound to keep it... or someone else would in his place.