A/N: Second chapter up! Enjoy!

"Conan….Battleborn?" asked Syrio. "Well, I must say that is quite an unusual name. Judging from it as well as your attire and equipment, you must be a Dothraki but I just cannot bring myself to believe a member of such an infamous tribe would not only be so far from the Dothraki Sea and Essos as a whole, but would know the Common Tongue. Perhaps you are a Dornishman that happened to come upon Dothraki attire?" The First Sword stated as he eyed the boy, slightly alarmed at the piercing gaze filled with intense murderous intent the boy set on him as if he were telling him to watch what he did.

Syrio knew he could take the boy down, but not as easily as he would think any other boy that age. There was just something in the way the boy moved and held the blade that made him think that there was more to this boy that meets the eye. Syrio smiled warmly as he suddenly lunged forward and struck with the tip of his blade which Conan parried with the flat of his blade, showcasing his accuracy again with being able to catch the sight of such movement and maneuver a not-so wide blade to block. However Syrio then slid his blade horizontally until the tip eventually ran out of metal to drag along since the blade curved like a scythe, which is what Syrio counted on to strike at the opening he thought Conan left unguarded.

Conan smirked and just as the tip was about to meet the end of the metal, he directed the hilt of the blade upward diagonally, directing Syrio's blade along the stroke of the curve before allowing it to swing around the thin blade like a dangling hook as he dropped to the ground then darted at Syrio, grabbing the hilt as it swung down in its cycling motion around Syrio's blade and pulled so that the inner curve of the arakh weighed down on the blade, causing the length of Syrio's blade to rest on Conan's shoulder while he tried to swing his blade down onto Syrio's but Syrio maneuvered his fingers on his rapier and lifted it from the shoulder to thrusting the tip into the curve just behind the tip of the arakh and pushed it up a head above his shoulder, giving him time to nimbly spin around Conan's sword arm. He then grabbed the arm with his free hand and put his foot on the elbow, bending it slightly as a threat to break it as his rapier rested its tip on Conan's growing Adam's apple.

"Dead…" Syrio said simply with an excited grin. Conan was floored by the man's movements, he hadn't seen such beautiful, yet deadly swordplay. It mesmerized him, now referring to it as an intricate dance of battle in his head. Conan felt his love of swordsmanship call for him to follow this man. "I actually could have disarmed you much earlier but I wanted to see how well you can fight, if the feeling I got from you was just a trick or not. I must say you pleasantly surprised me. Your physical strength is admirable, especially for your age but you don't use your sword as a club or war hammer as children or some adults do. You also incorporate speed, creativity, clever use of your sword's anatomy, nice footwork and I could tell you worked to try and not waste your movements though you have a ways to go before mastering it. With the right guidance, enough time and drive to do so, you will become a master swordsman among master swordsmen." Syrio was excited that he had found one so young with such potential but he wondered if the boy was of sound mind and heart.

"Syrio Forel, was it? I've never seen such swordplay before…I want to be able to fight like that. I want to surpass you and other swordsmen!" exclaimed Conan as his vivid aquamarine eyes were filled with inspiring conviction and immense willpower. Syrio smiled even wider then began to chuckle as he released Conan and allowed him to stand.

"So h-Ugh!" Conan was interrupted as Syrio chopped a certain point in his neck and caught the boy's body.

The Next Day

Conan kept tossing and turning on the most comfortable animal skin he had ever slept on. He slowly opened his eyes and sat up, then realized he was too high off the ground and that he wasn't in his usual tent.

"So it wasn't a dream. But what is this thing?" he asked as he examined a rectangular fluffy material which felt heavenly when you let you body sink into it as well as very extravagant looking, soft sheets that covered his body and kept it warm. He then looked where his head rested and saw two mini versions of the rectangular, fluffy material but more limp and fluffier. He slowly swung his feet from under the covers and rested them on the cold hardwood floors as he looked around at the walls made of stone.

"Jorah was right…they do make huts out of stone" said Conan as he heard Syrio's voice though he was speaking a different language and to what sounded like a female voice. Syrio entered a room accompanied by a not particularly pretty woman with a slender frame, dark hair with a cloak concealing anything else.

"Ah, Conan you've awoken. Meet Jaqen H'ghar, he will assist me as I train you in swordplay as well as to be observant, perceptive, quick, stealthy, and to use all of your senses to spot deception" said Syrio as the woman nodded and smiled warmly at Conan.

"My, aren't you pretty? Hello child, I am Jaqen and I will also be teaching you High Valyrian and Ghiscari. I and people like me do not typically teach children, however, Syrio is quite an old friend of mine and I owe him a favor. He also tells me you are quite the exceptional young lad, so I hope you don't let him down. It's not every day someone gets such praise from the First Sword of Braavos" said Jaqen. Conan simply beamed at the nice "woman".

'Wait….Syrio said "he". Is Jaqen a man?!' thought Conan and just as he was about to voice his question, Jaqen smirked and looked to Syrio.

"Huh…well at least we know his hearing works, old friend. I can be he or a she, though Syrio has known me before I became 'no one" when I was still just a man" said Jaqen as he discarded his cloak, revealing reddish looking cloth armor and the cloak fluttered as it obscured Conan's view of Jaqen's face, by the time it was brought down, which was no more than a couple of seconds, his face suddenly resembled a man's (A/N: the way he first appeared to Arya in the GoT TV series)

" 'No one'? What does that mean?" asked Conan, not understanding the Faceless Man.

"All in due time, boy. But we should inform you that no one else aside from the Sealord and his wife that you are a Dothraki. You must keep that a secret from anyone in Braavos" said Syrio with a serious look on his face which was new to Conan as the boy had only seen the playful smirk he donned most of the time. Conan simply nodded his head as Syrio smiled in response.

The whole morning was spent explaining to Conan about the Valyrian Freehold, their scuffles with Old Ghis, the founding and beliefs of the Faceless Men and their purpose over breakfast which was prepared by the cooks of the Sealord of Braavos.

Afterwards, Syrio began sparring with Conan, showing and explaining the technique of the Braavosi Water Dance. Conan was too familiar with the Dothraki style which at least had swiftness and suppleness of motion in common with the Water Dance but none of the subtlety, precision, stealth, perception, fancy footwork or control. He was made to spend the rest of the midday standing on his toes at the top of long stone staircases with the words, "A Water Dancer can stand on one toe for hours. If you fall, every hurt is a lesson and every lesson makes you better" as well as chasing cats which reminded him of his youth when he would run and fight with young colts, lion cubs, panthers and tigers even up to a few hours yesterday, he continued to do so with fully grown dangerous beasts. However, "the common cat is as quiet as shadows and light as a feather" or Syrio says, and one must be quick to catch them. That would mean Conan would have to get a handle on his speed, increase his reaction time and awareness which Jaqen assisted with but not only in terms of reading your opponent, in terms of also detecting deception such as disguises or poisons. Other extremely important factors were to not banish fear, but rather to command it as a warrior and to see with his nose, ears and skin. To those ends, he was made to train with blindfolds so that he was familiar with fighting in unfavorable conditions, which is where the fear might come in, and to use all of his senses.

This continued for months, Conan studied snakes as well as cats to serve as inspirations for flexibility, precision, quickness, and subtlety. He also made sure not to rely on only one hand when using the Water Dance, so he would train both hands to become comfortable with the movements and the weight of the blade as he did with his Dothraki training. He learned to use a Westerosi accent as well as a Dothraki accent and Braavosi accent. He also made sure to re-familiarize himself with the style of Dothraki; both infantry and cavalry styles. According to Maester Jorge of the Sealord's castle, Conan's metabolism was extremely fast, especially when compared to normal men even as adults, so he would never get that beefy, bulked up body that his father had but he would have more of a defined, chiseled, lean but just as steely physique when he gets older. This meant he could maintain and increase his ever-growing physical strength, stamina, and endurance while not getting bulked up which would defeat the purpose of creating a smaller target with the Water Dance style, thus allowing him to be a unique Water Dancer among others due to the devastation of his blows coupled with the quickness. He was made to do acrobatic repetitions to become more agile and to be able to fight in several positions. Many warriors were inflexible and stiff, so Conan would have an advantage especially since he was being forced to do so with weights and heavy objects in his possession. Jaqen's training, more or less, stressed knowledge of mathematics and sciences, creative thinking, adaptation, intuition, striking and killing efficiently in terms of both hitting where you want and who exactly you want dead, as well as acting, creating complete bullshit tales with hints of truth in them to fool people temporarily for whatever reason, and the many languages aside from High Valyrian and Ghiscari, such as Trade Talk. He also was taught the different dialects of High Valyrian in order to pass off as a resident of one of the other Free Cities with the bastardized versions. He memorized the names and uses of many types of poison as well as how to recognize them. He was able to make basic disguises well enough but he could never do it on the scale Jaqen and the Faceless Men do which requires losing one's sense of self, something Conan refused to do. He also learned of the many gods worshipped in Braavos, even the ones that don't have any followers any more. He took to many of the war deities but mostly felt extremely drawn to the Old gods for some reason.

Conan had changed his appearance to match his surroundings; wearing a red and dark brown version of what Syrio typically wears along with a black cloak. Conan became Syrio's protégé, more or less, accompanying him at the Sealord's balls and social gatherings, charming and gaining the favor of the many important officials of Braavos and other nations. Jaqen taught him how to navigate matters of talking and dancing in social situations for situations like this, but it seemed Conan had a natural knack for it. Many of the young maidens all waited for their chance to dance with the beautiful boy, including some women who were considerably older than him. He was becoming quite popular in the city, much to Syrio's delight and Jaqen's distaste. Much of it is due to the fact that whenever he sees some injustice, whether it is a man striking a woman who didn't do anything wrong or any rapes, thievery or attempted murders, he goes to help. He treats the servants and lesser born people who weren't as fortunate as Conan to meet someone to take them in as if they were actual respectable people. There were quite a few nobles who disliked Conan's ways and the fact that he wasn't even a noble yet he was being given training by the First Sword of Braavos when any time they asked him to teach their children, he refused once meeting them. They all thought Conan was some brutish savage who was pretending to be as "civilized" as they were. Today, the Sealord asked Conan to accompany Syrio as they entertained the Martells of Dorne and a very special guest, to keep Princess Arianne and other children their age busy.

A large company of men in armor rode through Braavos as the Braavosi all cheered in welcome of the company as it rode towards the Sealord's castle. They were carrying banners of a gold spear piercing a red sun on an orange field, signifying them as the Martells. They rode into the courtyard of the Sealord's Palace, where the Sealord and his family stood, behind them would be Syrio and Conan who are properly groomed to suit the occasion. Conan's long, loosely curled brownish black hair was cut to about neck length. To the Sealord's left was a gruff looking, grey bear of a man dressed in the suit of armor of a Westerosi knight who had two children beside him; one was a boy who looked 15 or 16 than him with long silver-blonde hair which was grown a little longer than neck length with a top knot, eyes a dark lilac shade of purple full of joy and excitement, fair skin and a gaunt face which was strange for a boy his age. He was dressed in the finest linens and was rather scrawny, signifying he had never done any intensive martial training. Next to him was a girl around his age who already looked beautiful, she had flawless, soft looking, supple pale skin with a natural blush in her high cheekbones, her eyelashes were long and black which clashed pleasantly with her skin, underneath were her eyes of amethyst, full pink lips and her platinum-silver hair which went down to her back, her body was rather lithe and slender but still growing. She was going to be even more beautiful when she was older, that anyone could tell by looking. She was dressed in fine linens as what appeared to be her brother along with lavish, exotic jewelry.

"Those are the Targaryens. They are the last of their family and of the blood of dragons. We are helping to mediate a marriage contract with Prince Viserys to the Princess Arianne in order to grant them Dorne's support to retake the Iron Throne" said Syrio. Conan felt somehow relieved that the contract wasn't for the girl.

Conan tore his eyes from the pretty girl to watch as the famous "Red Viper", Oberyn Martell dismounted his black stallion whose tail was the color of fire. He was in his early 20's and had the classic Dornish look with a lined face, with thin eyebrows, dark and lustrous hair, olive skin, a sharp nose and black "Viper" eyes. He wore a shirt armored with overlapping discs of bright copper with a pale red silk cloak over it and brown leather pants tucked into black boots. Under his arm was a helm adorned with a copper sun. Following him was a young looking, handsome squire of maybe 16, with a strong jaw, sky blue eyes and light sandy brown hair with a close cropped beard. Beside Oberyn was a short, pudgy, not particularly pretty girl who looked a little younger than Viserys with large dark eyes and long, thick black hair that fell in ringlets past her shoulders as well as olive skin. She had an air of adventure and trouble-making that he appreciated. Following her was another fair skinned pretty girl with hair that looked as if it were spun from gold, deep blue eyes and this almost unnatural sweet, innocent disposition. She looked dainty and angelic, almost the exact opposite of the dark haired girl.

"Ah, Lord Oberyn! You've grown so much since I last saw you, my boy!" said the Sealord as he hugged the Red Viper as if they were friends. Conan's training in perception, intuition and the reading of body language kicked in as he saw this twitch in Oberyn's body which he recognized as restraint but the gleam in his snake-like eyes looked like lust.

'No….he couldn't be-...could he? I heard that Dornishmen valued freedom in all aspects of life, but I had no idea that included sex…huh, this could be useful' thought Conan as he stored the information away in his brain as possible blackmail if he needed anything. Jaqen, who had disguised himself as one of the servants, smiled to himself as he watched Conan.

'The boy is learning….good. If he didn't believe so fiercely in honor, had been born a Westerosi or Braavosi noble and didn't love direct assault so much, he might've made either a great assassin or a politically savvy Lord' thought Jaqen a little disappointed that the potential wouldn't go to breeding another Faceless Man.

"Come, old friend. Let us discuss these matters over the food prepared by the fine Braavosi chefs" said Oberyn, as he allowed the Sealord and his family to lead the way while all the staff and servants rushed to their stations. Syrio and Conan had to walk around the royal families, so Syrio was at the front while Conan took the back.

Daenerys P.O.V.

I stood tall and tried to look as professional and lady-like as possible; for a 6 year old anyway. I was nervous to be meeting so many nobles who could decide whether or not my brother would have support to retake the Iron Throne. I didn't remember Westeros at all, so I didn't care to go but I would NEVER tell my brother that. He was kind much of the time, but he could be extremely cruel when on the subject of the Usurper or how he wasn't sitting on the Iron Throne.

I was walking behind my brother and Ser Willem, our caretaker, when I spotted a beautiful boy who looked around my age with a beautiful olive skin and complexion that reminded me of honey with luxurious and refined loosely curled, wavy darkened brown hair that was cut to about neck length, framing his face and making him look more comely and prince-like than Viserys and the Sealord's own children in all the glory of their expensive material. His deep set eyes were a bright blue-green color that I lost myself in and reminded me of the beautiful seas of Essos and just as exotic with his heavy, thick, long, curled black eyelashes. He also had thick, elegant black eyebrows over them. His face was in perfect proportion; being long and angular with remarkably high cheekbones and a straight nose. I knew I was blushing hard by the time I saw his full pink lips. I never really thought too much about boys; before Viserys was arranged to marry the Dornish princess, I figured I would marry him so I never gave my first kiss any thought but now I am hoping to get it. Everything about him seemed warm; I wanted to stand beside him but I couldn't break character any more than I already did. Though I continued to appreciate the view from afar. Despite his young age, he was putting on more muscle than my brother who was well into his teen years. He stayed behind the group of nobles, acting as if he were one of the guards. I didn't know why but there was just this intoxicating presence of adventure, daring and mischief that came from him which is why I went over to him when the opportunity presented itself.

"Who are you?" I asked, violet eyes gleaming with innocence and curiosity.

Regular P.O.V.

Conan was surprised that such a highborn girl even considered talking to someone who wasn't noble.

"Its common courtesy when asking for someone's name that you give your name first, princess" said Conan in a slightly sarcastic, but wise-cracking manner. He wanted to test the girl's reaction and he had to admit it was extremely cute when she crossed her arms and pouted in an annoyed way.

"Your response tells me you're just ALL about courtesy. Haha my name is Daenerys of House Targaryen. And you are?" she said, half glaring at him but she resisted the urge to smirk at being talked to in such a way and for responding as sarcastically as she did.

"Not a noble, so you wouldn't want to know. I am just a warrior in training who happens to be guarding your family and the other nobles here" said Conan, not wanting to tell the girl who he was only for her to be disappointed and leave.

This attitude surprised Daenerys. No one had ever been so disrespectful to her, especially one she suspected to be a noble. But what was more surprising is the fact that he spoke to her that way while claiming he wasn't highborn. She hadn't ever met anyone else her age, so she was eager to make friends and doggone it, she would make a friend out of this jerk!

"I don't care how you were born. I just want to know your name, I thought we could…maybe…." Daenerys trailed off, looking at the floor with a heavy blush on her cheeks as she struggled to say it. Normally, she was a timid, docile girl but something about the boy was instilling this confidence in her.

"Could what?" asked Conan, his voice now a little more friendly and warm with a hint of curiosity. He felt a little bad at the results his close-minded attitude was producing so he decided to try a warmer approach, which gave Daenerys the confidence to finish.

"Could, maybe, be friends? I've never met anyone outside of my family close to my age and I was wondering if we could be friends…" said the Targaryen Princess as Conan looked on in slight shock. He had done what the Dothraki boys did when he was still khalakka and judged her because she happened to be noble.

He took her hand suddenly, which caused her to yelp but she was immediately silenced as she felt his soft, warm lips press up against the back of her hand which made her face resemble a tomato. The contact set her body ablaze with the sheer heat of his body and the great warmth that welled up in her body simultaneously. He slowly raised his head and looked at her with an apologetic expression in his eyes that made her want to hug him until he looked happy again.

"Excuse me, "Lady". I was being a judgmental prat for some reason, possibly because of the prat standing before me. My name is Conan" said Conan as he was told that "Battleborn" was more of a title than a surname with a slight smirk.

"Conan? That's it?" asked Dany.

"Well, how many names do I need?" asked Conan, the sarcastic flair coming back to his expression as he dodged a swat from Dany's hand with a laugh. "Oi! What sort of lady beats a defenseless low born boy?!" he questioned with a cheeky smirk as she continued her assault with a melodic laughter that Conan found himself liking to hear.

Sir Willem, who had looked back to investigate the soft yelp, saw his ward, Daenerys conversing and laughing with the apprentice of the First Sword of Braavos. Syrio had been bragging about him a couple months ago and when he saw the boy take down a common man who had tried forcing himself on a baker's daughter, he saw why. The boy reminded him very much of Rhaegar; both were exceptionally handsome; both had great senses of justice and talent for the martial arts and if what Syrio said was true, his mind was just as sharp as his sword. They also both liked to invest in several other skills besides the one they fancied, excelling at almost anything they put their mind to. One defining personality difference would be Rhaegar's love of the song of harps while Conan's was for the song of swords. He was happy that Daenerys found a friend in such a boy. The Targaryen loyalist promised to himself to make one more good use out of his former title of "master-at-arms" to train the boy, as it didn't seem as if Viserys would want to take up a sword and shield any time soon. He sat down and made sure to sit down at places at the table where Daenerys would have an extra seat beside her.

Dany simply giggled as she continued to swat at Conan as they began to talk. She told him about her family and how her brother was looking for supporters to supply him with the materials needed to eventually take back his throne. She told him of her family's long history dating back to Old Valyria and their relationship with dragons. She even confided in him the truth of her feelings about Viserys' plans and how she believed they were unrealistic and did not care for them.

They talked all throughout the lunch prepared, tuning out the professional negotiations being made around them. Viserys noticed his sister smiling brighter and happier than he'd ever seen her with that boy that Ser Willem said something about being a sort of apprentice.

"It seems your sister's quite taken with the boy, eh, my prince?" asked Ser Willem, smiling kindly at the two youngest occupants of the room. Viserys wanted to go over there and enjoy himself as they were but he had to stay focused on the meeting. He couldn't help but feel a little jealous of his sister and the boy.

Conan has had many friends in the past with the slaves and servants he met who were in his service, but Daenerys was different. He felt like because Dany knew what it was like to be noble and not want the same things as everyone else around you, they had a closer bond even if that bond was only established a couple hours ago. He confided in her his true identity and his origins, which he yearned to tell her for some reason, attributing it to being natural friends as he hadn't felt such a need to trust someone before.

"Wow! So you are technically noble then, aren't you?" asked Dany, which sort of surprised Conan as he hadn't thought of it in that way. He supposed being the prince of a khalasar 40,000 strong meant something noble, right?

"Haha, I guess. I never thought of it like that" said Conan as he smiled brightly towards her, flashing his incisor, straight white teeth. Dany fought down a blush as she continued talking about him.

"So being a Dothraki means you must be really good at horseback riding, right?" she asked, remembering Ser Willem tell her some tales of Dothraki whenever she would ask for scary stories.

"Mhmm. Dothraki boys typically learn when they are 4 years old to shoot arrows from horseback. After that, riding pretty much becomes second nature, especially since I learned it a year earlier" said Conan, obviously bragging at his accomplishment if the cocky grin wasn't indication enough and Dany rolled her eyes.

"Whatever, horse boy, can you go riding with me tomorrow?" she asked with a smirk but her eyes conveyed her plead for him to say yes.

"I don't know, I feel a little self conscious about horses now," said Conan with a playful smirk as he folded his arms and looked away. Dany then demonstrated the first ever recorded use of the puppy dog pout against Conan. He heard a strange silence so Conan became curious and looked over at her and he, who was unaccustomed to such a technique, was caught off guard.

"Uhhhh-I-I…but…...fine…" said Conan as he facepalmed, ashamed of himself as he contemplated cutting his hair again for this "loss". Dany simply giggled into her hand then flashed Conan a victorious grin, which he responded to with a smirk. He then explained to her how he knew the Common Tongue and how he got to Braavos from the Dothraki Sea.

"That's amazing! It's a miracle you didn't die at sea!" said Dany as she looked at the boy, her eyes widened in shock.

Conan nodded as he remembered the unpleasant trip down the Narrow Sea. He felt eyes on him but he decided to ignore them and focus on Dany, deducing it as someone thinking they were rude for carrying their own conversation during a meeting.

Arianne P.O.V.

I had to admit I am jealous of a 6 year old girl. I am the eldest child and heir to the throne of Dorne! I am 10 years old and I already have men such as Ser Daemon Sand lusting after me. I should be content especially since I am marrying a Targaryen Prince who I've got to admit is rather attractive. But damn, the boy is handsome! Its as if he was plucked from one of the songs they sing of handsome knights rescuing damsels in distress. Tyene hasn't stopped talking about him since we saw him but he hasn't left the side of that Targaryen girl.

The old men finally finished their meeting, so now I have a chance to go introduce myself!

Regular P.O.V.

Oberyn and Ser Willem shook hands as they agreed to the marriage contract between Prince Viserys Targaryen and Princess Arianne Martell. The Sealord simply smiled as he became witness to the contract between the two houses who both wanted to take the Iron Throne from King Robert.

Conan and Dany stood and hugged as the meeting ended. Dany smiled coyly as she brought up her previous win.

"So don't forget to go riding with me tomorrow after you've finished training, okay?" she said, a hint of bossiness in her voice.

"Don't tell me what to do, lizard" said Conan, his natural defiant nature becoming evident. Dany couldn't help but smile at the insult to her family's beloved companions.

"You said you would! What happened to keeping your word?" taunted Dany as Conan immediately regretted saying anything about his code of honor and sense of justice.

"Witch…" mumbled Conan with a glare as Dany simply laughed and waved as she walked to Ser Willem.

"See you tomorrow, horse boy!" she said as Conan fought back a smirk.

"Now I know 'horse boy' can't actually be your name" started a voice that sounded very sultry and exotic as Conan turned around and saw the pudgy girl from before. Princess Arianne Martell, the heiress of Dorne and fiancé to Prince Viserys Targaryen.

"No, my lady, my name is Conan Battleborn" said Conan, not feeling comfortable without some semblance of a surname when in this environment and he didn't want to seem strange to the girl, for some reason.

"Battleborn? I've never heard of a name like that before. Did you exit the womb ready for battle or did you just think that would sound good whenever you introduced yourself?" asked Arianne, who was starting to get cheeky but it was cute how the boy made up such a name for himself.

"Armor, sword and all. So is everyone in Dorne this ignorant or are you a special case?" asked Conan, his tone dripping with blatant disrespect which elicited a chuckle from the princess.

"You're a little witty for one so young. Are you actually common born?" asked Arianne, a little curious how one who looks and talks the way he does is born so lowly.

"Will that be a problem?" asked Conan

"No... I just really wanted to introduce myself to you," she said, looking at him intently, hoping her familiar approach wouldn't put him off any more than it did but she really wanted to become close with him.

"Why? I haven't done anything special," said Conan

"Let's just say I have a weakness for handsome men…especially the ones with an air of adventure and mischief," said Arianne with a smile. Conan wasn't as shocked as he should be of a girl at least 3 years older than him finding him attractive, but still shocked.

He began escorting her to her room as they talked much of the way; talking about each other and what they wanted to do in life. They found they both love adventure and excitement and don't exactly want to stay in one place but they had things they needed to do first. Conan found once you got used to her, Arianne was quite the girl and he enjoyed becoming friends with her by the time they got to her door.

"Well Conan, I'll see you tomorrow and you can show me around Braavos," said Arianne before smiling at Conan's nod in response and hugging him before she walked inside her room. The boy held wit and looks rare for even men much older than him, so it was obvious she was a little excited at spending time with him but she didn't think it would get past friendship. She was a fiance anyway and she didn't know how her betrothed would like her pining after a 6 year old's affections.

Chapter End!

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