So this is my first story! Its about Jaqen and Arya and it picks up after the 4th Season. Contains Spoilers! There will be romance involved ;) Please let me know what you think :-) enjoy oh and also I do not own any of the Game of Thrones characters they all belong to George R.R. Martin

Chapter 1

A man with light blue eyes strode forth as silent as a cat. No-one saw him, no-one looked, no-one heard. He smirked. Jaqen H'gar stood a few paces back from a group of boys. Some had messy auburn hair, some flickering green eyes, some had golden locks, some olive skin, and some were as pale as the dreaded, cold snow. His light eyes finally settled on the only girl in the group. She sat aside from the rest and was blobbing chunks of paint on a disordered canvas smothered in colours. Her dark brown hair had grown longer since he had seen her last, she wore it now in a messy braid that was halfway down her back. She looked taller too, she had grown while he had been away. He stalked towards her, no-one paid him any mind. Finally he stopped only a step away from her. He could smell smoke from a warm fire clinging in her clothing mixed with a faint scent of lavender and crushed leaves and there, hidden deeply behind all that he could smell…winter.

Arya scowled at her canvas. The corner was torn, her paint brushes too big and the paint itself was everywhere. All over her hands, her clothes, the grass, and of course the canvas. She inhaled deeply, lifted the paintbrush up and tried to tidy up her mess. She cursed as the brush smudged the green that was meant for her trees instead onto the blue sky. She had always hated things like this. Sansa was the one who could paint, could embroid. She could always do these things easily while chatting away happily and turn out with outstanding results. Arya however had never been any good at this sort of thing. She hated sitting still. Why did she even need to learn how to paint? She was in training to be an assassin not a stupid, dumb painter! Her heart grew a little smaller as the thoughts of Sansa and her old life came tumbling inside her head. She shook her hair. Enough, I must forget. I must forget about all that, about father about Sansa about Robb, Syrio even Jon. But I will never forget my names. Ser Gregar, Dunen, Chiswyck, Raff the swetling, The hound, Ser Amory, Ser iiyn, King Joffery, Queen Cersie.

"Tell me, lovely girl, is that a mouse….or a grey blob?" A smooth voice breathed right behind her shoulder. She spun around in surprise causing her paintbrush to leave a great big streak of green across the painting. She took in light blue eyes, a defined jawline and a very familiar smirk.

"Jaqen!" she exclaimed while grinning. He smiled back his red hair hanging loosely, one steak of white at the side. This was the face she had first met him in and she was glad he used it now. But then her grin suddenly fell as she remembered the months and months of waiting. 'I'll be back in three weeks' it had been 8 months. She turned coldly away from him and cursed as she saw the dash of green.

"Why is a girl so cold to a man?" He inquired.

"3 weeks" she spat. "3 weeks you said" He sighed at this.

"A man is held up"

"A man is held up for 8 months" she shot.

"A man gives his sincere apology." He paused watching her shaking shoulders and he could see she trembled with fury. Fury at him. The idea gave him some amusement. "Did a girl miss a man so much she trembles with rage at him being late?"

She turned to face him again, dark eyes filled with fire. A girl will have to learn to control her emotions to become faceless he thought.

""I'm not angry because I missed you" she growled. Although that was not entirely true. She had missed him greatly. And the longer he had been gone the more worried she had become.

"I am angry because you promised to teach me my dancing lessons" He smiled at that. 'Dancing' was her meaning of sword play.

"You had others no?" he asked gesturing around him. "Sir Baron, Piken, Tib… they could all dance with you?" Her eyes narrowed at that. He knew he had got her. Although he did wonder why she didn't fight with them. They were all excellent fighters.

"I did try them. Sir Baron is always busy or so he says, really he doesn't want to waste time on a girl. Piken is the same and Tib had to go with Loot on a mission. And all the boys squeal like pigs whenever I hit them too hard." He laughed at that. "And because it was you Jaqen that promised me you would teach me"

"A man has said, a man will do" She seemed satisfied enough at his answer because she turned back to her painting frowning at it.

"So?" he asked in a solemn voice.

"So what?"

"So, which is a girl meant to paint? A mouse or a grey blob?" He smirked as she clenched her teeth.

"Neither" she growled. "It was meant to be a wolf" His heart sank at that. No my lovely girl, you are meant to forget your past not paint it.

"Hmmmm, I see a mouse" He gave a lazy smile that covered his inner worry.

"Do you wish to know what I see Jaqen?" she asked her voice hinting a smile. He narrowed his eyes at that.

"What does a girl see?" he asked slowly. She paused. He saw her hand move towards her paintbrush.

"I see a man with green paint on his face!" She laughed as she spun and smeared paint over his cheek. He jumped up quickly eyes blazing but she noticed a hint of a smirk playing at his lips.

"I also see a girl in paint" He said and before she could react he had picked up her plate filled with dobs of paint and crushed it against her face. Colours swirled over her and caught in her hair.

"Jaqen!" She screamed. He laughed and then turned.

"A man must leave to wash and report to Lord Thaniel" He called back over his shoulder and all too soon he disappeared. Arya watched him go.

"Girl, what have you done to this?!" exclaimed her painting master Lillian who was looking over her canvas in shock. Lillian was one of the few women who taught at the house of white and black in Braavos but she was no kinder or less strict than the men.

"It was Jaqen he made me spill my paint on it" she whined although she knew that it had already been disastrous before the green paint. Lillian shook her head.

"Maybe if you paid more attention to what you were attempting to paint than flirting with a certain Lorathi I would be able to make out what this muck is" She said looking despairingly at the canvas. Arya's eyes widened. Flirting? She hadn't been flirting.

"I was not flirting with Jaqen" she said indignantly wondering where on earth the woman got that idea. She only turned to give an all-knowing smirk at Arya before trotting away to another of her students, one with a steadier hand and much more patience.