She'd seen him.
He hadn't seen her, she'd been to careful for that, but she had seen him.
In the three years since they'd been together, he hadn't changed much. His hair sat a little longer on his neck, but that was about it.
His muscles had rippled as he struck the hammer down upon the molten steel and that was all it took for images, memories, feelings to come flooding back to her.
"A girl is No One," she said to herself. "A girl should not have feelings."
But this didn't stop her from going back again. And again. And again.
Finally, using another's face, she spoke to him and gave him a small smile.
He looked up, returned the greeting, and went back to his work.
A girl was filled with disappointment, but she would not give up.
Everyday for a fortnight, she would pass his shop, say hello and smile.
And everyday he would stop his work, return the greeting and continue with whatever he had been doing.
A girl wanted a smile, but a man seemed sad.
A girl thought about giving up. Today would be the last day that a girl would say hello and smile.
Today was the first day that a man smiled back.
It took two moons for a man to kiss a girl.
A girl was thrilled, even though a girl knew that she was No One, and No One should feel nothing.
It took another three moons for a man to lie with a girl.
A man hadn't wanted to, had seemed reluctant, until a girl slipped something in his drink.
A girl had known it was wrong and that she shouldn't do it. But a girl needed to feel, needed to feel it from this man.
A girl, in a previous life, had known this man. Had loved this man. Had thought this man was dead. Which is why a girl had become No One.
A girl had been trained in the art of seduction. Had been taught to bring a man to his knees.
A girl led a man to an upstairs room, closed the door and dropped to her knees unlacing a man's breeches.
A girl wrapped her warm mouth around a man's cock and licked and sucked until it stood upright. A man's hands wrapped themselves in a girl's hair his breathing coming hard and fast.
A girl pushed a man onto the bed and removed her clothing. A girl then straddled a man, pushing his hard cock into her tight passage, sliding up and down its thick length.
A man gripped a girl's hips forcing her to move faster.
A man shot his seed deep into the belly of a girl, calling out a name, "Arya".
A girl cried out in pleasure and was flooded with memories.
A girl was not No One. A girl was Arya Stark.
Over the next few moons a girl's body and mind began to change.
As the baby inside her grew, a girl became No One no longer. A girl was returning to being Arya Stark.
When the child inside her had only three moons left, Arya Stark was complete.
Turning to a man, Jaqen H'ghar, she said, "A girl is Arya Stark and I am going home.