The Frey's were dead, Arya would sleep better knowing Walder Frey was crossed from her list, except that Jaime Lannister had escaped. She wasn't sure if he recognised her or if her attempts at seduction had worked but he had kept watching her that night. If he hadn't stormed away from the party she could have killed him. Liar. You had plenty of chances to kill him, poison for one. You don't know what you want from him. But killing him that would have killed Cersei, she'd already seen her precious Joffrey die in front of her next she could have her beloved brother's head.

She knew the Frey's wouldn't leave the twins, Walder Frey was easy enough to find and kill her next problem was finding where everyone else on her list had spread across Westeros. She guessed Cersei would still be in King's Landing, wouldn't her other son be king now. Probably. That seemed like a good enough place to look for her and if anyone else on her list happens to pass by on her travels then that would be a bonus.

Stopping at an inn she booked a room for the night, it was fairly busy packed with drunken men and Buxom tavern wenches. The smell of roasted animal filled the room covering the musky scent of sweaty travellers. A fire burned in the centre of the room heating the chilling air, winter is coming. Settling down for her evening meal of roast chicken and vegetables it was just her luck that Jaime Lannister walked in.

She was still wearing the serving girl's face and their eyes immediately met. Giving him a flirtatious smile she beckoned him over. There must have been something intriguing about her because he came over straight away,
"Good evening Ser Jaime, how nice it is to see you here. Care to join me?" she raised an eyebrow and indicated to the empty spot opposite her.

He slipped into the seat, "Excuse me, but who are you? I recognise your face but I can't place where. I saw you at the Frey's the other night."

"I'm Selyse, I'm just a lowly serving girl, my lord."

"Are you sure about that?" his face was disbelieving and Arya had to fight the urge not to bite her lip, it may give her away.

"Yes m'lord." she suddenly remembered what Tywin had told her about how low borns spoke. 'Low born girls say m'Lord, not my Lord. If you're going to pose as a commoner, you should do it properly.'

"Are you sure you're not a whore? Maybe you've met my brother?"

"Do I look like a whore?" she questioned affronted. I am Selyse not Arya it doesn't matter if he thinks I'm a whore or not. Besides why would it matter even if you were wearing your own face? Since when have you cared what others think about you.

"No." he said grabbing her mug of ale and taking a sip looking over the rim at her a confused expression set on his face.

"Then there's your answer." she smiled.

He pulled a passing serving girl over asking for the same as Arya and if there was a room available for the night. Unfortunately for him the inn was fully booked at the moment, but luckily for Arya she could use this to her advantage.

"You may have my room Ser, I'm used to sleeping on floors. Plus I like the idea of the maiden saving the knight in shining armour." she raised an eyebrow a smirk playing across her lips.

"I like you," he laughed "am I now a damsel in distress?"

"Well I suppose you could pass as a lady, all you have to do is bat those pretty eyelashes and everyone falls to your feet." she rested her chin in her palm and gazed at him smiling.

"Oh really, pretty eyelashes you say."

She attempted to seduce him over dinner to no avail. Flirting really wasn't her strong suit. The only thing she was getting out of this was that Jaime didn't really seem all that bad, he had changed since she last saw him. The cocky arrogant man was gone leaving a more... Honourable man. What was she saying? Her Lord father was loyal and what happened to honourable Ned Stark? He had his head cut off by this man's family. Jaime Lannister may be a changed man but he certainly wasn't honourable. Maybe it had something to do with his missing hand. She should ask him about it.

"Shall I show you to your room m'lord?"

"lead away lady Selyse."

"I can assure you I am no lady." she laughed getting up and leading him upstairs.

She unlocked her door ushering him inside before slamming it shut behind her. She pulled him in for a hard kiss before he could realise what was going on, her hands reaching behind his neck and grabbing a fistful of hair. His lips were unmoving to start with but she persisted running her tongue along his lower lip and gentling the kiss. She was no expert at this, kissing was only something she had observed, never practised. Was she even doing it right? His lips parted and his mouth moulded into hers, his golden hand resting against her lower back and the other moving against her cheek. He moaned into her mouth pushing her up against the wall, tongue sliding into her mouth working against her own in a fight for dominance. This wasn't right. This wasn't what she had planned. She was actually enjoying it. No no no. She pulled away breathless and lightheaded before pushing him down onto the bed and straddling his hips. Palms resting against his chest she ground her hips into him. she'd spent time in the Happy port, men seemed to like this.

"Stop," he groaned half moaning, moving his hands to her hips to still her movements "I'm not interested-"

"What am I not blonde enough for you?" she smirked "Besides that's a lie your body's betraying your words."

He looked at her, eyebrows furrowed, "Where did you hear that?" she wiggled in his grip. "Stop, please." he grit his teeth.

"Fine." she huffed stilling her movements, "I don't want to fuck you anyway... Well not unless you have a pretty gold cock. Do you?" she winked suggestively.

Being Selyse the serving girl was too fun, watching Jaime Lannister squirm beneath her was giving her more pleasure than she had originally thought. Arya wasn't one to flirt, she never had an interest in men before and still didn't now. The Kingslayer was clearly uncomfortable and she relished in causing suffering, especially to those who deserved it. He tried to push her off him but she tightened her legs around his sides, knees digging into his waist to grip and put all her weight forward. She leaned in close to his face hair brushing against his chin,
"I've got the upper hand." she whispered "I thought you lost your hand not your brain, stupid. I'd like to hear that story, how the great Jaime Lannister lost his sword hand."

"What do you want?" he almost pleaded.

"Now you're asking the right questions." She shuffled forward and trapped his hands at his sides before pulling off her face. Arya Stark stared down at him, eyes glinting with malice and a sly smile creeping onto her face. Shock spread over his features.

"Lyanna?" he whispered "You're a faceless man."

"I'm Arya Stark of Winterfell."

"How? What? Why?"

She smiled at him innocently, "I trained at the House of Black and White in Braavos to be a faceless man-"

"Who wants me dead?" he cut in.

A malicious smile crept onto her face "Me." she pulled a knife to his throat the razor sharp edge digging into his adams apple that bobbed nervously as he gulped.

"Is that how you heard what Bronn said?"

She nodded, "Assassin training has its perks." then she grinned, "That's not the only thing I heard, you didn't look too happy sitting with the Frey's."

"Why would I? Walder is a cowardly cunt." he spat a look of worry in his eyes. He was good at hiding his fear but Arya was better. However she was even better at picking out lies from someones words and expressions.

"Well you're not wrong, but he was also a traitorous bastard."

"Depends on where you're standing." he shrugged with a lopsided smile.

"Careful what you say Kingslayer, remember where you are." she snarled her blade licking his throat leaving a bead of blood to remind him, her knife moved to the side of his neck pressing the tip into the soft flesh.

"You kept looking at me, why?" he questioned.

"I was just wondering what you were doing there, making sure you wouldn't ruin my plan, and maybe hoping I could seduce you into my bed and kill you."

"Why haven't you killed me yet?"

"You're not on my list." she said simply her lip curling downwards.

"What list?"

"All the people who deserve to die and have wronged my family make the list. You're sister and Joffrey were the first names then your father, Tywin made the list."

He shrugged "Fair enough they wronged a lot of people and made plenty of enemies in their time. So why am I not on there?"

"I'm not sure maybe I should add you, you killed Jory and are the reason father broke his leg..." she trailed off in thought remembering her lord father and her last few days in Kings Landing before she fled with the nights watch.

"Anything else?" he broke in.

"You're a Lannister."

"Is that it?" he raised an eyebrow, "I know something that will definitely put me on your little list, Arya Stark."

"What?" she demanded her grip tightening.

"I'm not telling you... yet. Let's make a deal, I promised your lady mother that I would look after both her daughters, you're sister is safe with a friend of mine-"

"Sansa's alive?"

"Yes and I would like to keep you alive and keep my oath."

"Ha, you and oaths haven't got a very good record." she snarled flinching away from his look.

"Look you want Cersei dead if I help you will you let me live?"

"Why do you want her dead I thought you loved her?"

"You didn't see what she did to kings landing." Arya looked at him with a blank expression waiting for him to carry on, "She burnt down the Sept of Baelor just to kill the High Sparrow but she burnt down half of Kings Landing using Wildfire and I return to find my son dead after killing himself. She had her coronation and I saw the look on her face, it was one I had seen before but never on her face, it was the mad King Aerys'. I fear she's gone mad, she's already done what I killed for to stop and I would gladly stab my sword through her back. She's too far gone to save."

Tears were welling in his eyes and Arya's gaze softened she knew what it was like to lose family. Jaime had lost as much of his family as she had hers but she couldn't dream of killing one of her siblings. Not even Sansa though she deserved it for the cruel things her and Jeyne would say behind her back. She decided then that she could spare the Kinglayer's life. For now.

"Fair enough, I may even let you kill her yourself as long as I can watch." raised eyebrows and a lopsided smile animated her face.

"So you'll spare me?"

"For now Kingslayer."

"Promise with blood. I haven't fulfilled my end of the bargain yet."

"No." She wasn't going to make any promises to him. He was a liar and a traitor. Aren't you?

"Words are wind, I should know I've been known as Oathbreaker for years now."

She glared at him but grabbed his arm and cut him, the knife stabbing him like a scorpion's sting, sharp and sudden. She was dangerous and she wanted him to know. She watched blood dribble from the cut streaking down his arm like the tears of a maiden. she did the same with her own arm before pressing their arms together and grabbing his wrist in a vice like grip.

"I promise by the old Gods and the new that I won't kill you until we've killed Cersei even if you are on my list."

"I swear by the old gods and the new that I will protect you Arya Stark with my life and return you to your family after helping you work through your list."

She arched an eyebrow at him "I made no promise that you would live long enough to return me home." What was he doing? Trying to bargain more time to live? That's not happening. I'm in charge here.

He shrugged but smiled at her, "See that was easy."

"Now tell me." she demanded.

His smile quickly faded, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm not going to kill you."

"I pushed your brother out the window." his words were rushed and tumbled out of his mouth almost as one.

She stared at him a moment, the words taking a while to register before she slapped him hard across the cheek leaving a welting hand print that would bruise come morning.

"You fucking cunt now you're on the list. Fuck the Gods, I should kill you here and now and make sure you die the most painful death. You didn't just try to kill him you took his whole fucking life away, he wanted to be a knight, he could have been Lord of Winterfell. Why?" her words faded into a whisper.

"He saw me and Cersei together." he said the answer as if it was obvious, "At the time I loved Cersei and would do anything to protect her and our children."

"That's no fucking excuse, Bran was seven he wouldn't tell anyone. He wouldn't even know what you were doing." her anger was slowly starting to ebb away leaving only sadness in it's place.

Her eyes were glazed over with tears that threatened to spill. She wanted to furiously wipe them away. No one sees her weak not even herself least of all the Kingslayer. But she had to keep her hands where they were, the blade trembling in her grasp back against his neck.

"You don't have children, you have no idea. What would you have done if you had to protect one of your siblings, your bastard brother. Everyone could see how close you two were, would he do the same for you? I bet he would. He would kill for you and I bet you would for him."

A lone tear paved a trail down her cheek and she dropped the knife to wipe it away. His words had hit a soft spot within her, she missed Jon terribly and would do anything to see him again. The Kingslayer was right she would kill for Jon, she did love him. Sobs were beginning to wrack her chest becoming harder to hide.

"The things we do for love." he whispered.

"This still doesn't take you off my list Kingslayer." she said with as much venom as a teary eyed girl could muster.

"Fine by me, the Gods know I deserve it. Now the sleeping arrangements, is your bed still free?"

"Take it Kingslayer, I'm going out." she climbed off of him and made for the door before he could say another word slamming it behind her.