A Young Wolf - I
Summary: She's tempted to run the name over her lips when she learns it, Jaqen H'ghar.
So for this story it continues pretty much from where The Whispering Passage left off, it also diverges from canon a bit regarding Arya, and what happens there. Everything else that goes on in the world still happens though. Ages for this correspond with the tv show.
Arya Stark paced the length of her room.
How was she supposed to keep her father safe when he didn't listen to her? She had even told him about the wolves and lions. Obviously those two from the dungeons were plotting something that included her family and the Lannisters. If a guard wasn't stationed at her door she would have raced off to the king, to warn him that the current Hand, her father was in danger. They had mentioned killing the last Hand afterall. She couldn't bear the thought of her father dying.
That wasn't the only thing that occupied her mind though. She couldn't do anything to help so her thoughts wandered. Back to an alley, a strange man that smiled at her before slipping out of her life just as easily as when he had entered it for a few seconds. It had to be the strangest encounter she had ever had in King's Landing, and that was saying something. Especially since she had caught sight of Joffery and Sansa walking hand-in-hand down a hallway the other day to a balcony. Just thinking about it made her stomach curl in on itself.
With a sigh she sat back on her bed, staring up at the ceiling.
What really bothered her was that she could have sworn that man had followed her back to the Red Keep. As if making sure she wouldn't say anything about their encounter. Wouldn't tell a single guard what she knew, and she hadn't.
She could only hope that he would leave her alone now that she had kept her word. The last thing she needed after hearing about all the plots in the dungeon was someone trying to kill her as well. Some man whose name she didn't even know.
This is only the prologue, so it's short. The other chapters will be longer.