Jon Snow The Literal Fire-Breathing Dragon

by Umbrakinetic

Jon Snow was dead, betrayed by his own brothers. Ghost had tried to avenge him but was eventually taken down by the same men. Wargs don't truly die however so Jon finds himself reincarnated in the body of the animal he has the next closest connection to, a dragon he's never met. Specifically Daenerys's dragon, Rhaegal. RLJ

22. Arya Ii

Warning: This chapter is extremely dark and contains scenes pertaining to underage (Not explicitly shown) rape, thoughts of suicide, and probably other things that I should warn about. I am in no way justifying pedophilia, rape, suicide, and depression. This is a work of fiction and is not meant to reflect myself or glorify these things in any way. These things are obviously not okay. If you would like to skip the section, there is a triple line break after the scene but if that is still too much, there will be a detailed summary of the chapter in the endnotes.

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A girl had expected her task to be easy but things had changed since a girl had last seen the Dragon Queen in Meereen and been crucified by her. The Dragons or well only the one dragon she supposed had grown intelligent. The Bronze and green dragon was terrifying. There was something about it that was familiar to a girl, as if it was someone she had once known and not as an enemy. Sometimes a girl thought that the dragon saw through her disguise even but he never did anything about it. It had to be her imagination or the foolish dreams of a little girl, as a girl would never have forgotten such a magnificent and terrifying creature being her friend.

A girl had no desire to die and after watching the dragon descend on one would-be murderer and brutally rip them in half at their torso, she was sure that was to be her fate if she carried out her task. One of her faces, a sell-sword named Nyro had died in a similar way after getting skewered by a ballista. A girl knew firsthand how horrible that was and she would admit that she was scared the same would happen to her again if she acted against the Dragon Queen's paramour. A girl was eager to serve the Many-Faced God and did not fear her death again but that didn't mean she wanted to die during her mission.

The dragon clearly did not hold any love for Daario Naharis at least, so she might be fine to kill him. It was also fiercely protective of the Dragon Queen who deigned to call herself the mother of that monster. A girl had thought that she could incite the dragon into attacking Daario Naharis because of that, if only she could get Daario caught by the dragon while being unfaithful to the Dragon Queen.

A girl had been unable to seduce Daario Naharis into her bed, certainly not somewhere the dragon could see at least. He would flirt with her but whenever she advanced on him or tried to suggest doing something more, he would spurn her advances. The sellsword captain fancied himself in love with the Dragon Queen and deluded himself into thinking she reciprocated his feelings when it was clear to this girl that was not the case. She thought their relationship was purely physical, whereas Daario believed they were soulmates or something equally as stupid.

A girl would not be able to use the dragon to kill Daario Naharis since, in spite of it's intelligence to the things around it, it could not understand even the most basic of High Valyrian at all. It was not as simple as holding a conversation implicating Daario betraying the Dragon Queen for the dragon to overhear due to that particular issue. So a girl would have to use another method to give Daario the gift of the Red God.

A girl could have easily murdered Daario Naharis herself- with poison or something of the sort but that wasn't her mission. She had to make it appear as if Daario Naharis had not been murdered. She didn't understand why the Many-Faced God wanted things done that way but a girl refused to fail in her task as she had back when she was Arya Stark. If a girl failed then she knew she would not get a third chance, the Many-Faced God would take her name instead this time as he should have done the last time.

The dragon might have been a dead-end in her pursuit of Daario Naharis but that didn't mean the Dragon Queen was. The green and bronze dragon leaving and being replaced by two dragons of more basic intelligence, is what had inspired a girl to try this method or more so what had happened that caused the other two dragons to return.

When the Dragon Queen had returned from her dragon ride on a different mount then when she had left in the middle of the night, a girl had been serving as a stewardess in the great pyramid. She had heard the Dragon Queen demand that Daario go and hunt down the man Goatherd. He had been forcefully brought before her that night and she had burnt him alive with the black dragon despite his protests and claims he was innocent. She had believed that the man had lied about his daughter's death at the hands of her dragons. That was where a girl had learned that Goatherd claiming Drogon had murdered his daughter had caused the Dragon Queen to lock up her dragons. If she was willing to chain her dragons who she cared about more than anything and certainly more than Daario Naharis because they might have killed a random child, then what would she do to Daario Naharis if he committed the same crime? What if he did worse to a child?

A girl knew firsthand from when she was a boy, a wise master in Meereen who had experienced the Dragon Queen's love for all children firsthand. She had crucified him because the Masters had done the same to slave children on the road to Meereen. A boy had been one of the people against crucifying their children and thought that provoking the Dragon Queen was stupid but he had been ignored. The Dragon Queen hadn't tried to ascertain his or the other Master's guilt before crucifying them. They had hurt children so they would pay the price. Just like Daario Naharis would soon pay the price.

The Dragon Queen had a terrifying temper that could lead to her executing Daario without hearing a word from him otherwise. If a girl arranged the right circumstances, Daario would be dead at the hands of his Queen and a girl would have succeeded in her mission to go completely undetected. A girl knew the perfect method to frame Daario that would cause the Queen to show no mercy to anyone, even if she truly loved Daario she would be harsh in this matter.

So a girl had made herself into a little girl- of only six name days, a pretty thing with Valyrian like features that she knew Daario Naharis would find alluring, and more importantly, the Dragon Queen knew that Daario Naharis found those features attractive. She couldn't force Daario Naharis to rape her but she could let herself be raped by someone else, someone she was sure was selfish enough to not speak up and claim the guilt when she blamed it all on Daario Naharis.

Her knowledge of the cities inhabitants that she had once gained from a face she had worn, the same one murdered by the Dragon Queen had let her identify the perfect person to rape her, Shiztor Akran. Shiztor Akran had always had a taste for younger women, the younger the better, in fact, and if he assumed he could get away with it he would have no problem raping her. He had raped his slaves often and even publically before the Dragon Queen had ended that and killed this girl. He would certainly not ever consider testifying on Daario's behalf and risking himself.

Of course, a girl could hardly know the name of her rapist so she couldn't go to the Dragon Queen and accuse Daario outright of raping her. She had to be found by someone, completely coincidentally after her rape and she needed to be guaranteed that they would bring her before the Queen and she would cross Daario's path. She also needed the time of her rape to perfectly align with when Daario would be out on patrol with no reliable alibi beside his own men who would be expected to vouch for him.

It had taken a few days for a girl to hatch her scheme but she was confident it would work with the green and bronze dragon no longer present to eviscerate her would-be rapist in the act. Now that time had finally come and on the morrow, Daario Naharis would be dead. She was sure of that. She would return to the temple of the Many-Faced God having completed her mission and receive the next name for her list from her God.

"Sir," A girl said tugging on Shiztor's arm from where he sat at a table in a tavern nursing a bottle of cheap ale. From her time during the last few days observing the man, she knew that he found being called Sir extremely arousing, especially from one as young as her. "Have you seen my mother?" Shiztor pulled his arm from her grip and sneered at her. She bit her lip and nibbled on it, drawing his eyes to her soft thin red lips. "We got separated when I went to the privy… and I can't find her anywhere." She allowed tears to fall from the corners of her eyes and sniffled loudly.

Shiztor Akran's sneer twisted into a rather perverted grin that she knew was meant to look like a kind and helpful smile. "I don't know, sweet child." His voice was slimy to the young girl's ears. "What was her name?" He asked kindly as he took a girl's much smaller hand in his own.

"A-Astria." A girl replied as she held folded her hands together in front of her waist, intentionally stuttering under the man's attentions. She wanted to appear as a shy little girl- timid and weak as Shiztor liked them.

Shiztor frowned and tapped his chin thoughtfully. "It sounds somewhat familiar, but I can't remember where I've heard it." A girl made sure she looked properly crestfallen at his response, and began to cry a little louder.

Shiztor did as she expected and quickly made to shush her. He put his hand on her shoulder in a comforting gesture and spoke softly. "Don't cry my sweet child," He cooed leaning in close enough that she could smell the thick alcohol in his breath. It reeked and a girl forced her nose to scrunch up ever so slightly in disgust. "Just because I can't remember your mother's name doesn't mean I don't know where she is. Tell me what she looks like." He asked gently as his long spindly fingers rubbed at her shoulders and stroked them in a predatorial way.

"S-she has s-silver hair like me and the prettiest blue eyes. She's really big too. Much bigger than me but not daddy. Daddy is the biggest of all." She jumped up as high as her small body could. "Daddy is this big," she exclaimed, sticking her hand up as high as she could.

Shiztor chuckled lowly. "I think I saw her leave, I can take you to her if you want…" He trailed off and glanced around the room to see if anyone was watching them, satisfied that no one was he smiled at her once more. "I'm sorry but what was your name, sweet one? I think I missed it."

A girl blushed and gave the name of the face she was wearing. "V-Viena, Sir." A girl did not ask for his name, she knew he would not give it and it could make him suspicious, better that he stay uninvolved in the frame job. Knowing her rapists name could cause him problems that she did not want to cause or make him overeact and kill the girl after he raped her. Usually, he would leave the girls bleeding there and let them die but he wouldn't kill them himself. He liked to believe he was above murder and that raping little girls and abandoning them was better. Or perhaps he just thought it was fun to leave the broken little girls a wreck and hating themselves if they lived or to let them die in agony- he was a sick bastard after all. After all, while a girl might have been friends with him in one life but never had she been him so she couldn't say why he acted the way he did.

"If you'll follow me, I think I know where she is," Shiztor said as he stood up and offered his hand to her. A girl hesitated and glanced down at her feet before taking the offered appendage and clenching her fingers around his forefingers. She followed him out of the tavern in silence.

"She was just this way," Shiztor told her as they turned down into an alleyway where a girl hoped that she would be raped. That alleyway happened to be one that one of the Dragon Queen's handmaidens would walk past each Saturday night with a guard of two unsullied to go visit their brother who was camped amongst the Unsullied. She had the Dragon Queen's ear and was sure to make sure a girl was brought before the Dragon Queen when she was found.

A girl had a role to play and letting her thoughts wander would only serve to weaken her disguise and facade, she had to be raped right now. "Are you sure, she's here?" A girl asked hesitantly as she stopped following him and peered around the corner. "M-maybe I should just go back and wait for my mama, she'll come back for me."

"Your mother is just down here," Shiztor promised her. "If you only follow me you'll be reunited with her in only a few minutes."

A girl pretended to consider his promise. She chewed on her lip nervously and looked towards his feet. "If you say so… you're very kind for helping me, Sir. I-It's just down there it is dark and…" She quivered in place until Shiztor pressed down on her shoulders. "I'm afraid of the dark." She whispered but she was sure she was loud enough that Shiztor heard her.

Shiztor smiled and knelt by her side. "Sometimes it's hard to face your fears but think of what might happen to your mother if you don't find her, she must be worried sick about you by now. If you want we can go together, alone you might be scared but together we can be brave."

A girl nodded timidly. "I would like that sir, thank you for being so brave." A girl reached out and grabbed Shiztor's hand once more. She ignored the lecherous grin that bloomed on his face when she did so as well as the very clear outline of his penis straining against the soft fabric of his blue robe.

They turned down the alleyway and ran into a dead-end, a cold hard stone house blocking the way forwards and she was sandwiched between the wall on three sides and Shiztor Akran blocking the way back. "Sir, she's not here," a girl cried while trembling and cowering against the wall as he advanced on her, all pretenses of being kind and helpful completely gone. "I want to go back." She declared and stomped her foot as if she expected she could intimidate him into submission.

Shiztor laughed. "You really are a stupid insipid little girl." He said cruelly. "I never wanted to help you find your mother, I wanted to get you alone so I could make you a mother. You were stupid enough to believe my intentions were genuine."

A girl trembled and acted as most six year old girls would. "I'm not stupid," she denied vehemently. "You are!" She declared.

Shiztor chuckled once more. "No, my sweet child you are very much the one who is stupid."

"Shut up meanie!" A girl yelled. "I want to go home, I want my mama right now." She cried out. "Take me to her n-"

She was cut off by Shiztor backhanding her face and knocking her to the ground with the diamond on his ring tearing the skin of her right cheek and causing blood to run down her cheek. A girl allowed herself to cry at the pain and wailed loudly.

"Do not speak to your father like that, my sweet child." Shiztor scolded her while unlacing his breeches. "You will keep silent and not cry for help or I will cut your tongue out and if you still prove unruly, I will kill your mother. Is that understood?"

A girl nodded after only a little hesitation and tried to stifle her sobs. "Yes."

Shiztor was unimpressed. "Yes what?" He prodded.

"Yes sir." She said quietly.

"Better but still not correct. If you want to be stubborn, then I suppose you can learn who your daddy is the hard way."

He took a step towards where a girl was crouched and dropped his breeches letting his fat and obscene cock flop out. He grabbed a girl by her hair and dragged her to his cock until she was kneeling before him with his penis resting on her face.

A girl whimpered as she looked up at him. Now a girl would be raped.

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When a girl regained her consciousness, she was alone in the alleyway, lying in a pool of her own vomit and blood. Her rapist had likely abandoned her and left her for dead. If she had truly been a girl of six name days she would probably die from the experience but a girl was not truly a girl of six name days. She was no one.

A girl's throat was extremely sore from when he had choked her with his cock until she lost consciousness and her rear end burned from his vicious sodomization of her that she had faded in and out of consciousness during. A girl had countless bruises marring her pale skin from his rough grip and she had chunks of her hair that had been torn out from how tightly he had gripped her hair in his fist when he had thrust forward into her.

A girl remembered being raped from all of her faces that had been brutalized before she became no one, a girl had normal sex after she became no one and had thought she was prepared to be raped. A girl had not been ready at all. It had been so much worse then she remembered it being as this skin was violated for the first time. She had been a fool to think this so easy.

A girl was ugly now and it would horrify any kind-hearted person who looked on her and saw what had been done. They would stop at nothing to see the man who had done this punished properly. Just as a girl had planned, even if it had gotten a little bit out of control, the outcome was the same. She was still in control.

A girl rolled over onto her stomach and suppressed the need to groan in pain. Her entire body burned at the sudden movement and she wanted nothing more than to lie there and stay unmoving until the Queen's handmaiden came by and she could be found but a girl still had more work to do. She crawled on her chest and dragged herself over to the far left wall.

The effort was incredibly exhausting and a girl had to stop multiple times as the pain became unbearable. A girl had been trained to withstand pain and not show any sign of her discomfort. She could control her face just like any other muscle but that didn't mean that she didn't hurt. Everything hurt. She had wanted the rape to be brutal but for the first time, a girl wondered if she could have found a better way to kill Daario Naharis and make it look like he was not murdered. Maybe, getting raped had been a poor plan, was pleasing the Many-Faced God really worth all of this?

A girl shook her head and then winced at the movement. Of course, this was worth it. She had to please the Many-Faced God in everything she did. She belonged to him and him alone, she was no one, only the Many-Faced God was anyone important. There was only one God, the god of many faces, and the only thing one could say when he came calling was not today. No one could ever defeat the Many-Faced God, he had never lost a game, he was inevitable.

A girl forced herself to resume her slow crawl on her belly towards the wall and collapsed when she made it. She laid there unmoving for a few minutes, ignoring the feeling of a rat prancing over her back. Calm as still water, she repeated to herself the lessons that had been taught to her when she had been a foolish little girl learning to water dance.

Once a girl had calmed her racing heart she stuck her hand into a crack beneath the wall and blindly groped around in the stone, fingers tangling with cobwebs until she found what she had been searching for. A dagger adorned with a naked woman on the handle, one she had filched from Daario Naharis's boot while he was on patrol this morning. She had worn a different face at the time- that had once belonged to a slave in Volantis, a rather gruff and common faced man so there would be no chance of him connecting the little girl Vienna, a slave girl from Lys to the person he might have barely noticed during his patrol.

A girl tossed the weapon with all the might she could muster in her physical condition. The dagger clattered to the floor a few feet away from where a girl had awoken, just as she hoped. A girl laid by the wall for a few moments longer before finally forcing herself to move back to the spot she had been raped at.

The crawl back over there was even harder than the one to the blade, she had to stop every couple of inches and when she finally made it, wincing in pain at every smallest movement she just laid face down in a pile of her own vomit. Not just to sell her act either but also because she was just too exhausted and pain-ridden to move even another inch or roll over onto her back. If Shiztor sent someone to silence her a girl would be helpless to fight back and die here. She wasn't sure that she didn't want that anymore. Death would be a sweet release from her suffering.

A girl tried to stay awake until the Dragon Queen's handmaiden arrived so she could scream for help at the optimal time but the pain was too much and she slipped out of consciousness once more.

When a girl came to again she let out a loud moan involuntarily. Her head was throbbing and her entire body was stiff and achy. The alley was darker than it had been last time, did she sleep through the Dragon Queen's handmaiden passing by? Was her rape for nothing? A girl couldn't help but panic, she wouldn't be able to go through that again if her plan failed today. She would have to find a different way to kill Daario Naharis.

She forced herself to roll over and laid her head back in the pile of her own mostly dried vomit now. She looked up at the sky and immediately was crestfallen. The sky was a palish orange, the sun was too far over the horizon, she had slept through the time that the Dragon Queen's handmaiden would pass by at. She usually took a different route back as even with a few unsullied escorting her, the Dragon Queen was too overprotective of her translator to let her take the alleys at night where Ser Barristan was once attacked by the Sons of the Harpy. The Harpies were quiet now, in the build-up to something huge no doubt but the threat still loomed over the Dragon Queen's head.

The black dragon was flying overhead casting a large shadow that made the alley appear much darker than it was. For once, a girl wished that it was the green and bronze one that had a tendency to protect defenseless girls like her. The one who would eviscerate anyone it caught trying to hurt her. The one that knew her but that was not that one but the black dread who burned the good masters of Astapor.

A girl reached for the knife that once belonged to Daario Naharis by her side and the tips of her fingers grazed the blade cutting into her skin and coaxing a slight whimper from the girl. She reached as far as she could for the blad but couldn't find a grip, laid on her back as she was. She had to move, to get the blade, or she could leave it there and remain defenseless praying that the next person to come down the alley would be a good samaritan who would take her to get medical help. Considering where she was she doubted that would be the case.

She forced herself to sit up with considerable effort, tears streaming down her cheeks as she grunted at the considerable effort required to move. She locked her fingers around the handle of the knife and then slumped back down hard, her head banging into the pavement and jostling her, causing her headache to intensify.

For a moment a girl considered giving herself to the god of many faces and using the blade to slit her own throat. That thought was quickly tossed aside, she already served the Many-Faced God as his vessel on this earth. She would be choosing to be someone by killing herself and a girl was not someone anymore. She was no one and no one had no desires of her own. She lived only to serve the Many-Faced God and her god had named Daario Naharis not a nameless girl.

A girl pried the face of Viena off of her skin. If a girl was to try to survive then she needed to be able to fight in a skin she was somewhat comfortable in- even with her deplorable state. She would wear the face of Arya Stark for now, it was the skin she knew best. She knew it was extremely unlikely that she would stumble upon someone who would take her before the Dragon Queen and if they did while she just had to hope her currently atrocious state and her fourteen-year-old body would be enough to enrage the Dragon Queen against Daario Naharis.

If she stumbled upon Theon Turncloak who was here in Meereen as a guest of the Dragon Queen since she had allied with his sister, then she would just have to pray that her disheveled and beaten state was enough to convince him that she wasn't wearing the face of Arya Stark. She doubted that he would recognize her, it had been three years since Arya Stark had last seen Theon Turncloak and Arya Stark had always had rather bland features, they had called a girl, Arya Horseface for a reason after all.

A girl shakily forced herself to her feet and immediately stumbled as pain shot through her hips. A girl forced herself to stay upright in spite of the sharp pains standing brought her. She had to get out of here and find help before someone just as bad as Shiztor, if not worse came along. A girl was not willing to die- not here- not now. A girl still had a life, and a purpose. She needed to continue to serve her God. The lessons of Syrio Forel were brought back to her mind, there was only one thing to say to death. "Not today," A girl whispered her lips twitching slightly in spite of her extreme pain.

A girl had two options for avenues to exit the alleyway. She could go back the way she had come and to the main pavilion where the path was short but she was sure to encounter someone or she could go back around the long way to the more abandoned alleyways that exited on the road to the fighting pits that had since become the black dragon's nest in Meereen. A girl knew that the homeless sometimes would be found on those alleys as well but there were less of them and she was sure she could defeat at least one frail old man even in this rather rough state.

The path to the dragon's nest was not only longer to get to a main road but was also longer to get to the city and medical help. She would exit by the dragon pit and still have to trek over a mile on foot to get help. She would not be going to the dragon pit, perhaps if the intelligent green and bronze dragon had still been there she might have gone there and hoped that the dragon would find help for her. That dragon was gone and the others were more likely to eat her than help her. It would be a long and hard journey back to the city that would no doubt bring her excruciating agony. She would probably be better off taking the other path.

But a girl was scared, she really didn't want to be raped again. She was completely naked, her dress torn to shreds by Shiztor, and was not at all able to accommodate her current body even if it wasn't. What were the odds that she didn't stumble upon some drunkard who wanted to have his wicked way with her on the way back? Even if there was a decent chance she didn't run into anyone she couldn't handle on the main road, was she willing to risk being raped again? The answer was a resounding no. If the Many-Faced God deciding that now was the time for a girl to die then she would die from her wounds, taking the longer and safer path- not while being raped. Her death wouldn't be in such torment- not in this life.

Her mind made up a girl stepped forward wincing at the movement and turned to her left. She would find the Unsullied that guarded the dragon's nest from the outside and hope that they had mercy or the Queen had ordered them to help any obviously injured people. She had no doubt that they themselves would not care at all about her state, they had been conditioned to not feel anything even at the cruelest of torture. They would have no sympathy for the dying girl unless they had orders to do so. On the other hand, they were also cockless so they wouldn't be able to rape her again, and even if they were able to, they were conditioned to have no desires of their own, that was why they were such effective soldiers.

The journey down the alleys was hard and slow. She wanted to regularly stop to catch her breath and her entire body was aching. She still forced herself to keep moving, however, never stopping if she did, a girl was confident she would not ever move again - or at least for a long while.

Taking the longer road might have been a mistake she acknowledged as she stepped on a loose piece of gravel and it embedded itself in the underside of her barefoot. She cursed quietly but continued to inch forwards without removing the gravel from her skin. The sun was almost gone from the sky now, night was falling, or perhaps the black dragon flying overhead was just blocking out the sunlight. Soon she would be alone stranded in that dark alleyway to be raped again.

She had to keep moving if she wanted to find someone who could keep her safe while she recovered from being raped again. The Unsullied even if they wouldn't help were supposed to stop crime from happening so they wouldn't let her be harmed any farther. A girl was sure that she wasn't too far from the dragon's nest now. The Dragon had vanished from the sky not soon after being over her head. Either the Dragon was nesting elsewhere or she was very close to her destination.

The night was dark and a girl had to hurry if she wanted to avoid any unsavory encounters so, despite the intense pain that a girl was in, she began to run. It burned every single time she moved but she really didn't want to get raped again. Every single step caused her unbearable agony and nearly sent her sprawling to the ground but through sheer force of will, she managed to stay upright. She could hear the pounding of hoofs now, a horse slowly trotting along the pavement. Faster still she went. A girl had to be close to a populated area now. The trotting was getting louder.

She could hear voices now in Valyrian. "Do you ever…left boot….why do…" A woman's voice spoke fading in and out with each step pound of the horse's hoofs. "I see… thank…"

A girl ran faster now to try to catch whoever's voice that was. It was a woman's, surely they would take pity on her and help her get to safety. She did not know who it was but she had to get to them. She rounded a corner and broke into a full sprint. She could see them now, a woman with light hair riding in the company of four unsullied.

"Help!" A girl cried desperately, as loudly as she could ignoring the feel of gravel in her brutally damaged throat. A girl's voice was hoarse and her cry went unheard. "Help!" Please!" A girl cried once more as her throat burned at having to speak. Again she went unheard. She was going to miss them, and be alone again- her salvation snatched from her.

A girl ran even faster now. She had to get the woman's attention. "Hel-" A girl coughed in protest to her attempt to scream. A girl stumbled and lost her footing when she coughed, her front foot stuttered and she fell flat on her face. The dagger that she had clung too, clattering noisily onto the stone.

A girl couldn't stop herself from crying out in pain which only served to increase the burning in her throat. Everything hurt as the cold stone scratched are her exposed and bruised skin from a girl's treatment at the hands of her rapist. A girl tried to push herself to her feet but just could not find the strength. A girl had failed the Many-Faced God. She had lost the great game. A girl would lie here and die, possibly being raped again first.

She could hear the pounding footsteps of a horse once more after the previous ones had fallen silent- getting closer to her now. A girl couldn't even find the strength to look up and watch as another prospective savior rode by. Evidentally, she had taken a wrong turn somewhere and ended up on some road and not over by the dragon's nest as she had planned. She laid there as the clapping of the horse's hoofs got even louder still as if the horse had broken into a sprint. Eager to get past what she could only assume they thought was a dead body on the side of the road.

The horses fell silent in an instant. Had they been that eager to rape her? Was their horse sprinting over to her vulnerable form sprawled out on the ground like a dog with a bone? A girl felt a hand press down on her exposed back, thankfully avoiding any of her bruises. Small mercies were all a girl had at this point. She closed her eyes and waited for the penetration. She felt a warm hand on her heavily bruised neck and reflexively recoiled at the pain- flinching away and scraping her forehead- even further on the stone.

"She's alive." A voice said with what she thought sounded like relief. After all, who would want to rape a corpse? "Pick her up." The voice said quietly. A girl cried. There was more than one of them. She would die while all of her holes were plundered by brutal evil men. "We're going to get you help," The voice said softly,.it sounded somewhat feminine. This person clearly had a twisted sense of the word help. She was not some whore who needed to be raped to be happy. "Just hang in there."

A girl felt a pair of strong arms slide under her chest as strong large hands grabbed onto her bruised side with no care for her injuries. No, a girl would not let herself be raped again. A girl could smash her own head into the pavement and kill herself to avoid the experience. She had done it before, she was positive she could do it again. A girl knew that it would be painful but it would end and she would not be raped again. She could serve the Many-Faced God better in death than she ever had in life.

Her mind up, a girl forced herself to lift her head up with all the strength she could muster and thrashed forward violently trying to end it. Strong arms lifted her up before she made contact with the ground and lifted her up, away from the death she so desperately craved as her head slammed into nothingness, only causing her more pain from the harsh movement but it brought her no closer to death. The man cradled her to his chest and a girl was struck by the coldness of it- the man had thick leathers on. Armor, a girl thought to herself. Was he one of the Storm Crows? Wouldn't that be ironic? Raped by the very people she wanted the Queen to believe she was raped by. Perhaps it would even be Daario Naharis in a cruel twist of fate.

A girl thrashed violently in her capture arms and tried to roll herself out of them. The man was not at all affected by her efforts as he turned her over so his arms were now under her back instead of her front. He obviously wanted to watch her face as he raped her just as Shiztor had loved to do. She would not give him the satisfaction of doing so. She would not open her eyes, she would at least deny them that small thing.

She felt another gentle touch on her shoulder, again thankfully avoiding any of her wounds. "We aren't going to hurt you," The man who seemed to be the leader of this bunch despite his rather feminine voice spoke gently. "You need medical attention, we're going to get you some but we can't do that if you refuse to let us carry you."

Would he really do that? Did they truly want to help? Was she not going to be raped or die again? Could she really allow herself this hope? Hesitantly a girl's grey eyes opened expecting to be met by a jeering face before she was forcibly raped once more. Her grey orbs found soft violet eyes meeting her own gaze. A girl couldn't contain her gasp.

The voice had belonged to a woman the entire time. A woman with soft highborn features and silver hair. Daenerys Targaryen. The Many-Faced God was truly looking out for her, even after her complete failure, she had still been found by Daenerys Targaryen. Somehow she might still get Daairo Naharis killed. Why had she ever thought about abandoning the Many-Faced God? He clearly had proven himself all powerful once again, and was fixing her mistakes.

A girl forced herself to blush. "I can walk, Your Grace," She said stubbornly. The Dragon Queen opened her mouth to likely insist that she accept their help but after a moment closed it and nodded. "If you insist," She turned towards the unsullied who carried her. "Set her down, and give her your horse." She ordered him then faltered and turned back to her. "Wait, can you ride?"

A girl scoffed. "Of course," She answered automatically. Back when a girl had been Arya Stark, a girl had been the best rider in Winterfell despite being a small girl. She might not be Arya Stark anymore but she didn't lose Arya Stark's skills. The Queen was silent for a moment and then nodded once more and gestured for the unsullied to set her down. A girl could not contain the hiss of pain when she was set back on her feet by the unsullied causing the Dragon Queen to give her a look but she didn't intervene.

A girl shakily took a few steps forward ignoring the pain it caused her. She could tell the Dragon Queen was waiting for her to give up and admit she needed help but she couldn't do that yet. She instead crouched down and retrieved the dagger she had lost her grip on when she fell. She lost her balance and fell onto her sore butt as her fingers wrapped around the hilt.

A girl scowled and pushed herself back to her feet, shakily rising back up, only to stumble once again. She would have fallen if not for the Dragon Queen steadying her. "Are you sure, you don't want help?" The Dragon Queen asked gently.

A girl scowled and turned towards her, "I'm fine, just help me mount my horse." She said quietly as her throat groaned in protest.

The Dragon Queen's eyes caught the dagger in her hands as a girl had hoped it would. She twirled the dagger between her fingers and made sure that the handle shaped in the form of a naked woman flashed where the Queen's gaze was trained.

"May I see it?" The Dragon Queen demanded in a cold voice. It might have been phrased as a question but a girl knew that she was not giving her a choice. She was just fine with that, she wanted her to see it. A girl pinched her fingers around the blade and held out the handle to the Dragon Queen.

The Dragon Queen's eyes narrowed as she got her first unblocked view of the weapon, with how much time Daario Naharis spent in the Queen's bed chambers, a girl had no doubt that she recognized it.

The Dragon Queen took the offered blade wordlessly and her brow furrowed as she stared at the weapon, as still as a statue. "Where did you get this?" The Queen asked with a tone tinged by anger.

A girl wanted to smile at how easily the Dragon Queen had taken the bait but that would be suspicious so she forced herself to frown instead. "He left it behind after…" She trailed off in part intentionally but also because she was still traumatized by her rape and it was hard to admit verbally what she had allowed to happen.

The Dragon Queen looked away from the blade in her hand and towards a girl. Her amethyst eyes flickered open and glanced at her. "Who is he? Who did this to you? What is his name?" She asked her voice surprisingly tender.

A girl laughed bitterly. "What kind of thing would be foolish enough to give their name to their victim? He had long blue hair and a rather weird blue beard with three prongs." A girl lied easily while describing Daario instead of Shiztor as much as a girl selfishly desired the latter dead. She had a mission to complete, Daario Naharis would die just as the Many-Faced God had declared. He had given her a second chance, and she would take it.

The Dragon Queen's face darkened as she realized who a girl was accusing of raping her. She turned on her heel and strode back towards her horse, with the dagger, without looking back at her. As she retreated from her she heard the Dragon Queen mutter under her breath. "I should have listened to Rhaegal. He was right. Of course he was, he's always been right."

A girl smiled. That was a pleasant surprise, she didn't know who this Rhaegal was but if they had advised her not to trust Daario or that he would do something awful then she was clearly more inclined to believe a girl's lie. The Dragon Queen would do her part and offer up Daario Naharis to the Many-Faced God.

"Come," A voice cut into her musings. "The Queen said I am to give you my horse." A girl blinked, she had forgotten that part. She had been stubborn and wanted to walk so she would be able to retrieve her dagger. Now she had to ride back the mile journey to the Queen's pyramid of her own power.

A girl nodded and let her be lead to his horse. He grabbed her sides and his fingers clenched around her bruised skin causing her to groan in pain. The Unsullied lifted her up onto the brown mount. A girl sat on her horse as her thighs burned with pain, brushing against the horse's sides. Her ass stung even worse as she sat her bare bottom rested on the saddle. A girl grimaced and reached for the reigns so she could ride her horse. She lost her balance and slide off of the horse, tumbling back onto the pavement.

A girl couldn't stop her tears when she hit the ground. She was helpless, unable to even sit a horse. A girl might have succeeded in her mission but she would not have another one after this when she too joined the Many-Faced God in death soon. She needed to accept help as much as a girl did not want too or she would never make it to the castle. A girl rolled over on her back and looked up at the unsullied who had helped her mount the horse before. "I can't do it, can you carry me?" She hissed through gritted teeth.

The Unsullied did not show any emotion as a girl knew they wouldn't. Despite what the Dragon Queen might claim, the unsullied were slaves trained to have no desires, will, or emotions of their own. "The Queen did not order me to carry you." He said blankly.

A girl grit her teeth. She had earlier. A girl wanted to scream at him. She had ordered them to carry her before she had refused. She would not though, there was no purpose in screaming at a wall of unsullied. They wouldn't care for her feelings or needs, they simply followed orders. She would not resort to begging the Dragon Queen to be carried. The Unsullied wouldn't know to take advantage of her weakness, the Queen in spite of the kindness she had shown so far had a more terrible side and could use her weakness against a girl. She also might get distracted from her anger at Daario or realize the broken girl that she was, was not worth losing her Sellsword Captain and bed warmer.

A girl forced herself to her feet shakily. She would not die here. She took a step towards the mount and stumbled. She cried out and took another step. That one was a girl's undoing as she once again fell to the ground. She looked back to the unsullied and asked him once again to carry her, a bit louder this time so the Queen would hear. "Can you carry me? I can't do it."

"I told you, the Queen did-" The unsullied replied but did not show annoyance. A girl would be shocked if he was even capable of feeling any. He was cut off by the Queen thankfully enough.

The Queen sat on her horse, a few yards away, and did not look back towards her or the unsullied when she spoke. "Carry her, Left Boot." She said simply and then her horse started to race down the path, not looking back to see if they were following. The other three unsullied quickly followed behind her- no doubt trying to catch up to the Queen they were supposed to protect. That left a girl alone with Left Boot which seemed to be the name of the slave soldier.

He did not say anything as he sweeped her into his arms and carried his bridal style to the horse they were meant to ride. A girl wasn't sure how but he somehow managed to mount the horse without the use of his hands.

They rode in silence together- slowly, the only sound being the pounding of the horse's hooves on the pavement. A girl yawned as the events of the last few hours caught up to her and the weariness of the situation set in. She leaned into the unsullied's chest and closed her eyes. She was asleep only a moment later.

When a girl next awoke she was lying in a bed, staring up at the yellow ceiling over her head.. There was a thin white blanket pulled up to her chin. Drafts of sunlight were peeking through the curtains casting her in a pale light. She had clearly been asleep for a while. Her throat still burned as did her other holes but the rest of her body was merely sore and aching rather than throbbing now. A girl licked her dry and swollen lips. "Water," She rasped as her throat once again burned in protestation at the need to speak.

An unknown girl with a tan and darker skin color, Dothraki if a girl wasn't mistaken, stood over her in an instant holding out a flagon. A girl forced herself to sit up, grunting in pain as she did so. She took the water from the girl and drank slowly, sighing in relief as the cool liquid ran through her battered esophagus. She heard the handmaiden say something in what a girl believed was Dothraki- she wasn't entirely fluent in the language, their faces had hardly been worn by this girl. She said something about the Khaleesi, a girl of course had to give no sign that she understood any of what she had said, that could arouse suspicion. She hid her reaction behind her flask as she took another long drink of the soothing liquid.

The Dothraki girl had left by the time she had emptied her flask. She was alone once more, until the girl returned- hopefully with more water- her throat still stung from the cock that had been shoved down it, even a day after the event.

A girl dropped the flagon to the floor and surveyed the room she would likely be staying in for the next few days as she recovered from the ordeal that she had chosen to subject herself to. The room was mostly barren, a usually unoccupied room clearly, it was surprisingly large though, much larger than a girl had expected the Dragon Queen to give a random commoner. She had been oddly compassionate towards her instead of just demanding vengeance as a girl had expected and wanted.

The room had rich carpets of what looked to be the finest silks and her bed was softer than anything a girl had ever slept on in most of her lives. There was an armoire off in the corner to the right of her and at her feet. There was also a small table by the curtains to her left, up against the far wall. On the table was a plain brown wineskin that a girl presumed held water.

A girl was ever so desperate for another drink of the cleansing liquid but that would require getting up and walking and she wasn't sure she wanted to do that either. Her thighs still burned as did her vagina and any sudden movements would aggravate her. She could wait until the lady returned to have another drink.

After a few minutes a girl began to worry that she would never return, she knew it a silly concern and not at all reasonable but she worried about it all the same. Her mouth was so dry and it burned every time she took a breath. Perhaps she should rise up and go get the water for herself, she could rest over by the wall in the sunlight with the water for when she needed it. She would suffer to get there but she would finally be able to relax once she was over there.

With her mind made up, a girl swung her legs to the side and shakily rose out of the soft bed and placed her feet on solid ground. She pushed her bottom off of the bed and stood for the first time. She bit her lip to stifle her cry of pain as her thighs burned in protest to her standing.

She looked down at her feet, they were surprisingly clean. Curiously she looked down at her chest which well it was a bit hard to tell with the giant purple marks that marred her skin from her rape also looked clean. The Dragon Queen must have had someone wash her while she slept, no doubt not wanting to dirty the sheets with her filth.

A girl took a deep breath to steady her pounding heart and hesitantly took a painful step forward. She bit down on her tongue once more to avoid crying out. She took another step as her eyes burned with unshed tears. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath to steady herself. Right foot, left foot, right foot, left foot, a girl repeated to herself with each step she took. Right foot, left foot, right foot, left foot. She focused on the feel of the soft rug beneath her feet, how it tickled against her bare skin. How the wind blew her hair so it tickled her against the side of her nose. The sound of the voices next door speaking too quietly for her to decipher. She would not focus on her pain, it accomplished nothing but making her suffering worse.

A girl's foot fell on cold stone rather than the soft rug for the first time and it sent a jolt up her body causing her eyes to flicker open. She was right next to the table holding the precious water she yearned so much for. She stumbled forward and grasped her shaking hands around the coarse wineskin and clutched it to her chest. She happily fell down at last and sat herself on the cool stone that felt extremely unpleasant on her bruised bare buttocks. She lifted the wineskin to her lips as she heard the doorknob jingle and took a long swig from the flask.

Her throat burned immediately and she spewed whatever she had drank back out, the sticky liquid spraying all over her chest. Whatever that was it had not been water. All it had done was aggravate her throat further. She heard a soft laugh coming from the doorway and her head quickly turned in that direction.

She was shocked to see the Dragon Queen herself standing in the doorway, laughing at the mess she had made of herself. A girl furrowed her eyebrows and glared at the Queen before remembering she was the Queen and more importantly she had to sympathize with her. She couldn't antagonise her if she wanted her to kill Daario for what he had done to her.

Luckily for this girl, the Dragon Queen was not at all offended by her glare, instead, she smiled prettily and walked to the other side of the room. A girl's eyes followed her form warily as the Queen walked until she stood next to the bed that a girl had awoken on and then stood facing the wall. A girl heard something that sounded like she was pouring a drink for herself.

The Queen stepped away from the wall, holding a flagon of her own and walked over to where a girl was sitting. To a girl's surprise, she actually knelt down and crossed her legs, sitting on the floor across from a girl. She held out her canteen to a girl and smiled. "What you just drank was mares milk, the Dothraki's alcoholic drink of choice. The water was right by your bed." The Queen explained, her voice full of mirth. "I'll trade you," She offered reaching for the wineskin that a girl held in her own hands.

A girl gladly took the offered flask and practically threw her own wineskin to the Queen. She greedily stuffed the opening of her canteen into her mouth and signed in relief as the cold water assuaged her sore throat. Water ran down her chin as some of it missed her mouth entirely and splashed down her front but a girl did not care, she emptied her entire canteen in one long drink.

She set the canteen down when she finished and blushed when she remembered that the Queen was watching her. The Queen smiled at her once more. "You want more?"

A girl nodded shyly. The Queen picked up the canteen that she had dropped and stood up to get her more. She did it herself, not called for a servant or made a girl do it but she had chosen to go refill her flask herself, she was a random stranger, a nobody.

When the Queen returned and had sat herself on the floor once more, she handed the flask back to her. This time a girl drank more slowly, not wanting to inconvenience the Queen once again, she was a Queen, not a servant. "I owe you an apology." The Queen spoke quietly.

A girl was perplexed. "Your Grace?" She asked hoarsely in confusion. "You've done nothing but help me. You saved me."

The Queen sighed. "I could have stopped this from happening to you, I could have stopped him."

A girl shook her head. "How? You can't be everywhere at once, Your Grace."

The Queen looked away from her and a girl could see she felt guilty for some reason from her facial expression. "Rhaegal tried to warn me that Daario wasn't good. I should have listened to him, he was right about everything else. But I chose not to trust him on this one thing and you suffered for it."

A girl blinked in apparent confusion. "Whose this Raygal and Derio fellow?" She asked the Queen. She had to remember that she wasn't supposed to know her rapist's name.

The Queen frowned. "Rhaegal is my dragon, the green one." She said in clarification and then sighed. "Daario is the captain of the Storm Crows and the man who raped you."

A girl flinched slightly at the mention of her rape, unable to help herself. "You know who did this to me?" She asked with unbridled rage, directing her desire for the death of Shiztor into a new target- the one the Many-Faced God had given her. As much as she wanted to, a girl could not kill her true rapist but she would kill the one who had made her subject herself to that.

The Queen nodded with a dark look on my face. "I believe so. The dagger you had belongs to Daario Naharis. He claims innocence but once you are well enough to confirm his identity he will be put to death for his crimes."

A girl's lip twitched. "I'm well enough now." She declared adamantly. "The sooner that monster dies, the better." The sooner she would be able to get out of here and back to the House of Black and White. The sooner she could forget that this disaster ever happened and be no one again.

The Queen looked as if she wanted to protest for a moment but then sighed and nodded. "Do you want any clothing?: She placed a hand on a girl's knee gently. "The Doctor said that it wouldn't be wise to dress you yet, it could aggravate your wounds but I doubt you want to appear before him in such a vulnerable state."

A girl nodded shyly. "That would be much appreciated, Your Grace,"

The Queen nodded and stood. "I'll send Jhiqui to fetch you a gown then."

To a girl's surprise, the Queen only stepped out for a moment to speak to someone before closing the door and re-entering the room. She then retook her seat beside a girl on the floor. "I never did catch your name, what is it?" The Queen asked curiously.

"Arya," A girl answered without thinking, giving the name of the face that she currently wore. She quickly realized she had slipped up, Theon Turncloak would most likely recognize her when given her name but she couldn't go back and change her response. For better or worse, she was now Arya to the queen as long as she wore this face.

The Queen smiled at her response. "I have a niece named Arya, it's a very pretty name." That was news to a girl but she showed no outwards reaction to the Queen's revelation. Why would she think anything of the Queen having some family if she was a random commoner like she pretended to be? A girl only thought anything of it because she had thought herself well informed of the Queen. Why had a Targaryen given such a common Northern name to a girl? She could only assume that Arya was the name of one of Viserys Targaryen's bastards. Perhaps that was why she had given the name Arya to the Queen, it was the will of the Many-Faced God. The Queen would be more vengeful if a girl reminded her of her kin. "I'm Daenerys," The Queen said, offering her hand to a girl as if they were equals.

A girl stared at her hand, in shock. "I know, Your Grace," was her response. She did not take the Dragon Queen's hand expecting it to be some kind of trick or test.

The Queen sighed at her response. "Please just call me, Daenerys. I was once like you, Arya." She took her hand in hers and this time a girl did not pull away. "I too was raped, first by my brother, and later by my husband." The Queen confessed.

A girl had not expected that and her eyes widened to nearly comical proportions. Her jaw went slack and hung open. "Why tell me this?" She asked cautiously. "What do you hope to accomplish, Your Gr-Daenerys."

The Queen frowned at a girl's accusation that she had an angle and looked away from her. "I want you to know you're not alone. That you have someone you can talk to. I blame myself for your rape-" A girl made to protest but the Queen cut her off with a raised hand.

"I know you say I couldn't have known but you haven't met Rhaegal. You don't understand how much he knows, he knows who is good and who is not, who's lying and who's not, he knows things that no man should be able to know." She sighed. "I should have known when Rhaegal was so hostile towards Daario that he was evil and executed him then and there."

A girl wasn't sure why she tried to assuage the Queen's guilt but she did all the same. "You couldn't have known, besides we don't even know if this Daario is the one who raped me yet. You can hardly call yourself just if you execute someone before they commit a crime." She hoped that her words to re-assure the surprisingly kind Queen did not come back to haunt her when she didn't execute Daario because of them.

The Queen- Daenerys tilted her head to the side, "Perhaps. Regardless of if Daario or someone else was the one who assaulted you, you have a place here as long as you would desire it. If Daario is not the perpetrator then I promise I will find whoever did this to you and burn them alive for their crimes."

A girl wouldn't deny that the Queen's offer was tempting, she could forget about killing Daario and instead see Shiztar punished for his mistreatment of her. However, that would mean forsaking the Many-Faced God who was the only reason she was here in the first place and would make her rape purposeless so she squashed that desire and instead nodded. The Many-Faced God had saved her, she wouldn't abandon him. "Thank You, Daenerys." She said softly.

The Queen made to say something in reply but was cut off by a knock on the door. She squeezed a girl's hand and then let go and rose to her feet to answer the knock herself. She opened the door and in stepped the same Dothraki woman who had been there when she had first awoken. She was holding a cream-colored gown that looked to be made of a very soft silk.

The Queen took the gown with a smile and then dismissed the Dothraki woman with a parting message a girl couldn't interpret in Dothraki. She then turned back towards where a girl was sitting, watching the entire exchange.

She offered her the garment. "This is made from rabbit hair, angora as the nobles call it. This was given to me at my wedding, I found it was the only thing I could wear over my heavily bruised skin after my first time without being in too much discomfort."

Once again a girl was shocked as she took the offered clothing. The Queen was offering a girl her own garment? This was not how she knew the Dragon Queen to behave. She knew that she cared for children but a girl was not wearing the face of a small child but instead that of almost a woman grown. Even if she had been wearing the face of Viena still, she hadn't expected the Dragon Queen to be so kind, vengeance she had expected but not such extreme kindness to where she personally looked after her and gave her her own clothing. The Dragon Queen apparently had a much different side then she had seen in any of her other lives.

"Do you need help getting dressed?" The Daenerys asked as a girl sat here simply holding the soft fabric in her hands- distracted by her thoughts. She clearly mistook her hesitation for inability.

A girl shook her head and grabbed onto the table to pull herself back to her feet. She managed to contain her grunt of pain as she rose unsteadily to her feet. She unfolded the gown and put it on suffering much pain as she did so. She thought that at a few points Daenerys would intervene and demand that she accept help and a part of her wished that she would but she did no such thing so a girl forced herself to do it on her own.

Daenerys had been right. The fabric was not as bad for her skin as even the sheets of her bed had been. There was some tenderness from the gown touching her skin but she ignored it. She was no one and no one did not let pain faze her. She was in control. She had to be in control.

Daenerys was once again unaware of a girl's dilemma. "Do you need someone to carry you or do you want to walk? I'll warn you that it is a bit far to the cells."

A girl frowned. "I can walk." She declared adamantly and took a few steps towards the door before stumbling.

It was Daenerys's turn to frown. "I'll have Ser Barristan bring Daario to the audience chamber. That is closer and you won't have to do any stairs at least."

A girl nodded her thanks and watched as Daenerys stepped outside once more to order someone to do as she requested. As a girl hobbled towards the door the Queen made no move to help her, understanding that a girl needed to do this thing on her own as she had likely once done herself.

A girl and the Dragon Queen slowly made their way down the hallway- slowly, Daenerys showing incredible patience towards a girl's sluggish pace. A girl knew she was laboring and should probably swallow her pride and accept help but she did not and the Queen did not push her at all to do so. As strange as it was, Daenerys was empathetic to a girl's struggles and understood her need for independence.

They eventually arrived in the audience chamber and the Queen did not go up the steps to her bench she ruled from nor did she make a girl do so, instead she simply gestured to one of the serving girls, and two identical cushioned chairs were brought out for them.

The Queen then helped a girl sit down before taking her own seat beside her and grabbing a girl's left hand. "Are you ready? Are you sure you want to do this?" Daenerys asked with what seemed to be real concern present in her surprisingly empathetic gaze.

A girl nodded resolutely and the Queen sighed. "Bring them in," She called out loudly in Valyrian to the unsullied who guarded the entrance to the room.

The doors were opened and in walked Ser Barristand Selmy who a girl vaguely recognized from when she had been Arya Stark of Winterfell and had been in King's Landing with a Arya Stark's father and sister. Ser Barristan was the Lord Commander of King Robert's Kingsguard a girl knew but now he served Daenerys Targaryen instead.

More important to a girl was the man in chains beside him, Ser Daario Naharis. The man who had supposedly raped her and the man she had been given the name of by the Many-Faced God. His face was unkempt and his long blue hair was in knots. He obviously hadn't enjoyed being thrown in fetters and tossed into a cell by the woman he loved, especially on the word of a small girl for a crime they both knew he did not actually commit.

However, a girl had a part to play so she shot to her feet in an apparent rage and glared at the broken sellsword. She felt a hand on her arm and looked back at Daenerys who tried to implore her to calm herself.

A girl reluctantly retook her seat, trusting that Daenerys would see justice carried out but she had to let the Queen control this encounter. She had to keep herself in line or else it would reflect poorly on Daenerys and could potentially even see Daario punished less.

Daario fell to his knees as Daenerys rose from her seat. "Please, My Queen, I love you. I would never lay with another woman. How could you think that I would betray you?"

Daenerys looked down her nose at him like he was nothing but dirt. "That is what you think this is about?" Daenerys demanded angrily but she did not raise her voice. "That I am angry over you sleeping with another woman?" The Queen scoffed. "I would not throw you in chains or execute you for warming someone else's bed. This isn't about me or your delusions of there being an us but about the fact that you raped an innocent girl."

Daario had a look of genuine confusion on his face but the Queen did not seem to believe him thankfully, too blinded by her anger at what had happened to a girl. "What are you talking about? I love you, I would never sleep with anyone else. Whatever that brat has told you is nothing but a lie. I love you." He repeated on his knees as he begged the Queen to spare him and instead imprison her.

Thankfully Daenerys scoffed at his pleading and held up Daario's dagger. "Do you take me for a fool? Arya had your dagger when we found her, it was left behind by her rapist.." She hesitated and looked back at her for a second. "Tell me Arya, was this man the one who raped you?"

A girl did not hesitate to nod and rise from her own chair and take a step towards Daario Naharis while summoning all the anger she felt towards Shiztar to the front of her mind. "He is," She snarled. "This is the one who abused me and left me to die in an alley."

She could feel both Daario and Ser Barristan's eyes scanning her form, trying to figure out just who she was, and in Daario's case why she would frame him of all people for raping her. She knew they probably didn't believe her tale entirely but that didn't matter as long as the Queen did and a girl knew that was the case.

Daenerys nodded. "You heard Arya, Daario Naharis is guilty of raping a child and for that the punishment is death or the wall."

"My dagger was stolen on patrol yesterday!" Daario Naharis protested loudly. "This Arya must have been the one to steal it so she could fake her rape. I am being set up! You have to believe me, My Queen." He pleaded

Ser Barristan's brow furrowed. "Arya? Is that perchance Arya Stark?" He asked as he connected the dots between her obviously Northern Westerosi heritage and name. Fuck.

A girl flinched. Giving Daenerys that name had definitely been a mistake. She could try to deny it and they might believe her but they could also ask Theon Turncloak and he would almost certainly confirm that Ser Barristan was right if he was looking to identify her. If she lied about that then they would wonder if she lied about the rape. "Yes." A girl answered with her head held high. She knew that Daenerys hated the Starks for usurping her family and she was allied with Theon Turncloak who had killed Arya Stark's brothers. Perhaps she would reward Daario for allegedly raping her now instead of punishing him.

Daario tried to use the newfound information to his advantage as a girl had expected he would but not in the same way as she had thought he would. "Surely you see what this is my Queen, this is just the bastard trying to eliminate me so he can weaken you and steal your throne. He sent his cousin here as a whore so he could frame me for rape and eliminate a threat." Daario cried desperately. "I did not rape her, my Queen, please believe me." He begged pathetically once more. A girl was curious as to whose cousin Arya Stark was and who this bastard was. They could not be Jon Snow, he was her brother and Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, he was no threat to the Queen's throne. She let her confusion show on her face, she didn't think this was something that Arya Stark should know.

Daenerys once against surprised a girl as she glanced back at her briefly with a soft expression before her face hardened and she turned back to Daario Naharis. "You think so lowly of my nephew that he would allow his cousin to be raped to kill one worthless man? A single sellsword? He is a Targaryen, not a fool. Rhaegal vouched for Prince Jon's character and told me that he would bend the knee, and not usurp me, if I recall correctly he did the opposite for you. You raped my kin and betrayed my trust. For that, you will die today Daario Naharis." The Queen vowed.

A girl couldn't contain her gasp of surprise at the existence of this Prince Jon character she was apparently related too. "I'm sorry, Your Grace, but who is this Prince Jon and how am I related to him? Why do you think that we are kin? The Starks and Targaryens never married."

The Queen faltered and turned back towards her with a soft expression and took a few steps towards her. "You don't know?" She asked, clearly surprised.

A girl shook her head and scowled. "I have no clue who this Prince figure is."

Daenerys sighed and reached for her hand giving it a tender squeeze. Your naturally born brother, Jon Snow is not actually your brother but your cousin, the son of Lyanna Stark and Rhaegar Targaryen. He is unburnt like I am and is my nephew."

A girl did not know how to react to that revelation but she knew how Arya Stark would have reacted. "He's my brother," She scoffed. "Not a cousin, he's my brother."

Daenerys tilted her head to the side slightly and raised an eyebrow. "Perhaps. Regardless, he is my kin and yours which makes us kin. Any offense against the Starks is an offense against me. He would be castrated and sent to the wall in Westeros for raping an innocent girl if I was feeling merciful. But my kin? For that, he will be burnt alive."

A girl couldn't repress her snarl on behalf of Arya Stark at the Queen's hypocrisy. "Then why does Theon Turncloak walk free? He killed my two youngest brothers yet you allow him to go unpunished." It wasn't her emotionally lashing out, it was tactical. She had to pretend to be Arya Stark, for now, there was no other reason for the outburst.

To her shock, Daenerys laughed. "Theon Greyjoy is to take the black when we return to Westeros. For the little that it is worth, he claims that he did not kill the Stark boys but instead the miller's son. He also claims he helped your sister escape from the Boltons. He has been punished for his crimes, just as Daario soon will be once I feed him to Rhaegal."

"My Queen!" Daario protested patiently. "I swear I did not do anything, please spare me! I love you!"

The Queen ignored his pleas and addressed her unsullied. "Fetch a carriage for me and Arya, attach a trailer to a Horse- no, bind his hands and let him walk behind the horse, the Dothraki way. He will suffer before he is granted the mercy of death by Rhaegal's jaws

A girl froze. The Dragon had known that Jon Snow was actually a Targaryen somehow- if that was actually the case. The Dragon had attacked Theon Turncloak in the streets once even, it clearly knew things it could not naturally know. What if the very intelligent dragon somehow realized that Daario was innocent and it was her who was lying? She couldn't let the dragon be involved in the execution or else her lie might be exposed and she would fail in her mission. If it was the black or white one then a girl would have no fear but if the green one returned to execute Daario like the Queen seemed to believe would happen then her lie could be exposed. The dragon had some way of knowing things. She couldn't take that chance.

"Your-" She stopped herself. "She had to appeal to the Queen emotionally not formally, use her empathy for her situation and apparent love for the Starks to her advantage, to control the situation. "Aunt Daenerys, can I… I need to kill him myself. Please, let me do this… for closure." A girl begged with real desperation just not for the same reason Daenerys would hopefully think she did.

Daenerys stopped, and turned back towards her with a raised eyebrow, opened her mouth then closed it before nodding in understanding and holding out Daario's dagger to her. "I'll allow it. Arya Stark will be the one to execute Daario."

Daario protested loudly once more as a girl took the dagger from Daenerys's hand. Even Ser Barristan joined in on the protests calling it improper for her to serve as the Queen's executioner.

Daenerys silenced them with a harsh glare. "She was the one wronged so she will be the one to collect the debt owed by him." She turned towards one of the unsullied. "Gag him, Blue Ant." She ordered

A girl stepped towards Daario as a cloth was shoved in his mouth. A girl would admit she wanted to hear his screams as his throat was slit and his life slipped away from his control and into the hands of the Many-Faced God. She did not ask for the gag to be removed, however, as Arya Stark probably shouldn't have wanted to hear his screams, she would have to be content with just completing her mission and killing Daario Naharis.

She scowled and wrapped her hand around a struggling Daario's hair. She leaned down and whispered in his ear. "Valar Morghulis," and then slit his throat with the dagger.

Daario's struggles slowed and then ceased altogether. Her hand was the only thing holding him up still and soon she let go of his hair and he slumped to the floor. He was with the Many-Faced God now.

A girl had begged off conversing with the Dragon Queen about Jon Snow or the other Starks, pleading that she needed to rest. Thankfully, she had been understanding of her needs and the Queen had allowed her her rest but had made her promise to talk in the morning. A girl had tried to rest but she was too anxious to do so, she had been Arya Stark again and that meant she had failed the Many-Faced God.

She could not complete her mission of making it appear as if Daario Naharis had not been murdered if she fled now. Daenerys would believe she was not Arya Stark and if she had lied about that, then she might have lied about more and would believe that she or possibly Jon Snow as well had plotted to frame Daario for the crime as was suggested by him before he died. She would have failed to go undetected as her god had ordered.

Yet she could hardly stay and be Arya Stark again, as a random girl she could disappear immediately or even a few weeks after Daario had been killed and she doubted that Daenerys would have thought anything of it. As Arya Stark, any fleeing would look suspicious especially when she had already promised her that she would take her back to Westeros with her and re-unite her with the brother of Arya Stark, what a girl should have wanted more than anything. A girl would have no reason to flee.

So a girl had failed no matter what she did, she could not stay and she could not leave. She had carried out one mission for the Many-Faced God and crossed a name off of his list but she would likely never again be able to serve her God.

A girl sighed and picked up the blood-stained knife on the nightstand that had once belonged to Daario Naharis. Perhaps it would be best to just slit her own throat and give herself back to the Many-Faced God.

If she was to turn up dead in the morning with her throat slit open then she believed that Daenerys would understand why she had killed herself, after being raped- having gone through the same thing herself. Or perhaps they would believe one of the Storm Crows had slit her throat as reparation for their leader. Regardless, Daario Naharis would be dead and the face of Arya Stark would go on serving the Many-Faced God, even if it wasn't her. She would have succeeded in her task and have paid for her slip-up at the same time.

A girl heard her door open and her grip tightened on the knife as she quickly sat up. It was too dark to make out who the intruder was. Was that truly one of the Storm Crows coming to avenge their commander? They hadn't knocked and it was the middle of the night so a girl doubted that it was a steward or a friendly visitor of any sort. The door clicked shut.

"The moon is black," A voice called out from the doorway where she could see the faintest outline of a blurry figure, carrying a spear. If she had not known better, a girl might have thought them to be one of the unsullied but the greeting gave her pause. They spoke in the common tongue as well which a girl knew the Unsullied were incapable of doing.

"It is." A girl replied after only a moment of hesitation.

"What three things do you know, that you did not know when you last left us?" The voice called out to her. A girl visibly relaxed at the familiar question. This was another servant of the Many-Faced God, not a Storm Crow or unsullied.

A girl kept her face passive and gave no show of her emotions, despite the darkness as she replied. "A girl learned that the Dragon Queen was once raped by her brother and first husband."

The man in the doorway did not show any emotions either at what a girl was sure was a valuable truth to most men. Just further proof that this was one of the many servants of the Many-Faced God. "That is one," he acknowledged.

"A girl learned that Jon Snow is not the bastard of Eddard Stak but is actually Rhaegar Targaryen's bastard." She answered evenly.

"That is two."

A girl knew there was no chance of hiding the truth. "A girl has failed the Many-Faced God."

"Did she now?" The man questioned. "Daario Naharis is dead by the Dragon Queen's own hand, from what I can see a girl has passed this test with flying colors."

A girl shook her head. "A girl messed up. She let the Dragon Queen know that this face belonged to Arya Stark. Now a girl can no longer serve the Many-Faced God in life or else the Dragon Queen will know that this girl had orchestrated the death of Daario Naharis on false charges."

"What you call failure I call a perfect success, the will of the only God. A girl has donned the mask of Arya Stark and now she can carry out the most important task that the Many-Faced God has ever assigned to anyone."

"What task is that?" She asked eagerly, unable to stop herself from showing some emotion. She was chosen for the most important of all tasks in service to their God. Her not the one a girl called Jaqen or the waif but her. This girl was the Many-Faced God's chosen champion.

"A man has cheated the Many-Faced God." The man explained. "A man was granted the gift of the Red God but he denied it and came back to this life. He has made a mockery of the Many-Faced God but our God always gets his due."

"A girl has been given the name of this man. She is to find out how this man cheated the Many-Faced God. She is to make him suffer and break him, till the point where he begs for the gift of the Many-Faced God. A girl is to drive the man completely mad until he chooses to accept the gift of the Many-Faced God for himself. A girl will make the world know that no one can cheat the Many-Faced God. He always gets what is owed to him in the end. The world shall know no one is unreachable for him and they will remember to fear the God of Many Faces, above all else. The time for hiding in the shadows had come to an end, the world will remember that the Many-Faced God is the only one all powerful and they will remember that they need to fear him."

Red hot anger seized this girl. Who would dare to cheat her god? Who thought they could defy the inevitable one. All men must die and despite what this man presumed, he was no exception to the rule. "What is this man's name?"

"This man has gone by many names, but this girl knows him best by one name; Jon Snow." The man whispered and then departed.

It was time for a girl to be Arya Stark once again.

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Summary: Arya learns of the events surrounding Goatherd and why Daenerys imprisoned her dragons. With her mandate from the Many-Faced God requiring her to remain undetected in killing Daario, and not make it look like an assassination she opts to use Daenerys's evident weakness towards children and frame Daario so Daenerys will execute him. She opts to get herself raped as a six-year-old girl and frame Daario for it by planting his dagger that she filched from him at the crime scene. Things spiral out of control when she realizes that rape was worse than she remembered from her other faces having experienced it and her plans go awry when she falls unconscious after the experience and missed the window where Missandei would pass by on her way to visit her brother. Realizing that she missed her opportunity when she wakes up, she panics and fears that she'll be raped again so she removes the face of the little girl in favor of the face of Arya Stark that she can fight in, grabs Daario's dagger and takes the back alleys in hopes of avoiding people and chooses to follow those roads towards the dragon pit where she hopes that the presence of the Unsullied there would deter any would be rapists. She is found by Daenerys who having been raped herself, and being a decent human being is moved by compassion and opts to help her. She notices the dagger that Arya has, and recognizes it as Daario's. She asked her where she got it, and she claims that her blue-haired rapist left it. She's taken to the pyramid where Daenerys resides and wakes up in a very nice room. Daenerys is there, and confesses that she is responsible for Arya's rape because Rhaegal warned her that Daario was not to be trusted and she ignored him. Arya says she couldn't have known and Daenerys promises her that Daario will die for what he did to her, as soon as she was able to confirm his identity as her rapist. Arya insists that she is ready now. Daenerys asks for her name, and without thinking Arya names herself as Arya- the face she currently wears. Daenerys emphasizes with Arya, and confesses that she was raped as well by Drogo, and Viserys to an extent. When affronted with Daario, Arya confirms his identity as her rapist. Daenerys calls her Arya, and Ser Barristan connects the dots between her face and name, realizing that she is Arya Stark. Daario accuses Jon of setting him up to get rid of him and sending Arya to be raped, and weaken her position so he could claim the throne. Daenerys refuses to listen believing that he wasn't evil or stupid enough to send his cousin to be raped to take out one sellsword. She leans on Rhaegal's judgment of Jon as an ally, and Daario as an enemy believing him to be right about Daario and everything else. Arya is confused at the mention of Prince Jon who is apparently her cousin. Daenerys tells her that Jon is a Targaryen. Arya thinks her a hypocrite for being incised at Daario for raping her but not punishing Theon for killing Bran and Rickon. She explains that she did punish him, and that Bran and Rickon might still live. Daenerys is determined to let Rhaegal execute Daario, believing that he will return for this but Arya panics about the apparently future seeing dragon exposing her lies, and begs to kill Daario herself for closure. Daenerys grants her request. Arya realizes that by her identity being exposed, she would fail in her mission to go undetected if she left since she would have no reason to leave, if she chose to stay she would have to be Arya Stark again. She considers killing herself to continue to serve the Many-Faced God. Another faceless man shows up in her room at night, and tells her of Jon cheating their god. He says that her naming herself as Arya Stark is the will of their god because she is now in prime position to eliminate the one who mocked their god. She is given the mission to break Jon Snow. To drive him completely mad until he willingly gives himself back to the Many-Faced God.

It's almost as if I had a specific reason for including that ever so controversial scene with Daario and Daenerys.

This chapter evolved a lot throughout the writing/planning phase of this and took far longer than any other to write. Originally this was supposed to be Chapter 17 with Jon as Rhaegal killing Daario after she implicated him in betraying Daenerys but I couldn't find a way to frame it that didn't sound completely stupid and cheesy. * also couldn't figure out how to frame it in a way where once Jon's being Rhaegal was exposed that it wouldn't come across as anything other than petty and jealous or cause complications between the two of them. It would have felt forced and out of character to have that happen. I scrapped the idea after failing to write anything decent repeatedly, and pushed the chapter back in my queue, trying to come up with something new. It was only well doing the research for the last chapter, and learning that Zalla wasn't actually killed by Drogon that this came into place.

Canonically Daenerys has a weakness for children- a major one at that. She crucifies the masters, because they crucified children without hearing a word about otherwise. She chains her dragons up on the word of one man with every reason to lie because he claims that Drogon killed his daughter. Her children who she values more than anyone else, and the key to claiming the throne but she chooses to lock them away and risk it all because they might have harmed an innocent child. As Arya correctly realized, if she was willing to chain her precious and valuable children because they harmed a child then she would have no issue doing the same to anyone else who hurt children.

There is a reason that she was supposed to kill Daario while remaining undetected that I feel should be obvious but it might not be. Either way, it will be revealed later on in the story.

Framing Daario for murder would have been easier, and certainly less controversial but that seems to be against how the faceless men operate. They punish Arya for taking the name of Meryn Trant/Daeron when she was not supposed to kill them. Is that for letting the wants of Arya Stark effect her or for killing someone without permission? In the show, it's framed as the latter although it's likely a combination of both.

There is a difference between remembering something, and actually experiencing it in the moment. Arya might have the memories of being raped from many of her faces- and think that it was something she could handle based on having those memories as our minds always warp the emotional experience of the event in retrospect. Yes, you remember intense pain when you were shot but remembering pain isn't the same as experiencing it in the moment. Arya is disconnected from reality at the start of the chapter due to thinking she is truly no one, and has no idea of who she is or what she can actually handle mentally.

Initially, I had planned on showing the rape in fairly graphic detail, not because I get off on that or anything but because I felt that the slow deterioration of her mental state, and realizing that she could still feel things would be important to the story but after vomiting while writing the horrible scene, and being so offput by it that I didn't work on this at all for the last three days, I just opted to cut the scene out.

This chapter spiraled out of control from there. Initially, I had planned on Missandei being the one to find her, and Arya indirectly manipulating Daenerys despite only a brief appearance from her. She was meant to pull off her mission without a hitch aside from the slight character development and realizations that she wasn't totally an emotionless unfeeling monster. She would return to Braavos and receive her next mission, and that would be the end of it. Then I wrote her falling unconscious without thinking and decided that the things going off without a hitch didn't really fit the context or the atrocities committed.

Having her remove the face of the little girl, and wear the face of Arya Stark in the aftermath of her rape, and having missed Missandei was not something I planned on having happen. I wrote the scene without thinking, realized what I had written a paragraphs later- went back and changed it. Then for some reason, I wrote the same scene again. I closed my laptop and thought about it for a day, before deciding that having some history between Arya and Daenerys would make her new mission have more emotional stakes for everyone involved.

Daenerys stumbles across Arya after going for a ride on Drogon, as unlike Rhaegal, Drogon does not taker her directly to the pyramid but prefers to land on the ground. You can call it coincidence, fate, or the will of the Many-Faced God as Arya does. Is it too convenient? Perhaps but it's not all good for Arya, if things had gone perfectly then she would have been found like Missandei as she had planned. Daenerys having been raped herself, is very much so compassionate towards Arya's plight even as a random stranger when she is no longer a little girl as she had planned. Oftentimes in real life when circumstances coincidentally perfectly align people credit their God, or destiny; Arya follows that pattern and is sucked back into her blind devotion to her god even if she is slightly more human now.

The unsullied are conditioned to be undeterred by their emotions. Relearning how to feel takes time, and compassion even longer. Arya being in pain, and crying out for help won't move most of them because that's what they've been conditioned to do. They're trained to follow orders and Daenerys had ordered him to help her to a horse- not carry her since she had refused that offer.

Even after I planned on her face being revealed to Daenerys, I still hadn't planned on her giving her name or being exposed as Arya Stark to her. I planned on her returning to Westeros alone as Arya, panicking when she found out that Daenerys was coming to Jon, and exposing herself to avoid Daenerys exposing her as a liar. Ultimately, the temptation of setting up a dynamic relationship between the two of them that would make her mission even more personal was too good to pass up.

Faces are not something that people remember for years and years with perfect recall after only seeing each other a handful of times. When you have a face and a name, things become much clearer. Ser Barristan piecing together who she was after hearing her name was a somewhat logical conclusion.

The lack of reaction to Jon's resurrection from a literal death cult in the show was one of the biggest missed opportunities in the entire duration of the show. Even Arya didn't have much of a reaction to Jon's death and resurrection. In my mind, if someone were to hypothetically come back from the dead there is two possible ways a death cult would react. Either he would be the messiah, and their god in human flesh; or they would be the antichrist and public enemy #1 for making a mockery of their god. Considering how overpowered Team Targaryen already is with three dragons, and wargs it would be very boring to choose the first option. I always planned on sending Arya after Jon from the get-go although it was originally just to kill him rather than to break him.

Next chapter is the battle of uh yeah I don't have a creative name for it yet. It will be a shared POV between both Jamie, and Jon and is another really long one, as is quickly becoming a trend. It should be up on next Friday.