Prologue: The Faceless Man

He was sent to the city of King's Landing by the direct orders of his superior. For once, it was not to give the gift of the Many Faced God, but to find the one who would become his instrument in the wars to come. A child born from ice, as a man was told.

There were currently two children in the capital that could fulfill that description-the Lord Eddard Stark of Winterfell, Warden of the North, and Hand of the King's two daughters.

At first, to a man, the choice seemed obvious. The younger had the makings of a skilled, ruthless fighter. Her impulses were acted on a whim, however, but a man hoped that could be trained out of her. He watched her carefully over the trip down the Kingsroad and in the coming months in King's Landing-a city that smelled like piss, shit, and cum. Of course, she never noticed the man. No one ever noticed a man unless a man wanted to be noticed.

A man began to doubt his choice after seeing the rage inside the tiny girl, however. To be Faceless, one had to lose themselves, their prejudices, their judgments, and devout it all to the Many Faced God alone. The fierceness in which the younger Stark girl felt her emotions could end up destroying her ability to become Faceless, for if she couldn't let go of herself then she was of no use.

The elder Stark girl was naive, ladylike, everything the younger wasn't. But with her blue eyes and flaming hair, a man was reminded of fire and ice. So, though the decision was still mainly on the younger, he began to watch the elder too. One couldn't say a man would neglect his duties to his God.

There was a quiet strength when her wolf was killed and the moment where she was dragged before the King, Queen, and psychopathic Prince was interestingly enough, decently played for a child of her age who'd never known how to play the games of court life. Forced between her family and the royal family-a choice that would be negative no matter the answer-she'd decided to come off as neutral. It was sloppily done and probably only in panic, but that could be honed in time.

After all, martial prowess wasn't all that made up the Faceless.

But a man only finally decided on which girl to follow when he saw the elder girl on the walkway staring at her dead father's head with a stony mask and a silent defiance. If the Prince's dog hadn't stepped out to stop her as she came forward, a man knew that the Prince would be lying broken on the ground and the girl most likely with him.

That was what made a man decide to choose the elder, despite the potential the younger showed. Among those who served the Many Faced God, masks upon masks were worn, shed, discarded, and picked up again until they became a second skin.

Perhaps her mask was fragile as porcelain now, but that could change.

So a man became Jaqen H'ghar and took another face and the recruitment of Sansa Stark began.

AN:

Okay, so this is kind of a crack fic about what would happen if Jaqen had ended up with Sansa training to become a Faceless Man instead of Arya. I always had the headcanon that Sansa, due to her ability to blend in, play the game, and the like, would have made a better one since Arya was fueled by a lot of anger and desire for vengence which kept her from going as far as she could in her training. Note that there will obviously be a lot of changes to canon as this is an AU and things will be different in this fic than in the books-characters might be more fleshed out or be less annoying or smarter or anything, really. I'm not really used to writing fanfiction so please bear with me! And always let me know if you dislike something or if something is off or hell tell me if you like something too. This is my first multi-chapter ASOIAF fic. Anyway, I hope this is at least interesting for you guys.