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Things did not go as planned, after Arya left the House of Black and White.
She remembered three years previous, and how easy it had been to travel from Westeros to Braavos. All she'd had to do was show the iron coin Jaqen had given her and the Captain had given her everything she'd needed without question.
Now, however, three years on, not a single captain was prepared to take her. It had nothing to do with gold, for she had plenty of that. No, no one wanted to take a heavily pregnant girl on what could be a six week trip.
Resigned to the fact that she wasn't going to be going home anytime soon, Arya went looking for somewhere to stay.
Entering the third week, since leaving the Faceless Men, and having just two moons left until the babe was born, she was beginning to get desperate. She still hadn't found anywhere long term, despite having plenty of gold. None of the inn keeps wanted a pregnant girl on her own under their roofs. The longest she'd been allowed to stay anywhere had been four nights.
Eating a final meal in the latest of a long line of inns, Arya was approached by a young boy. He was dressed in smart breeches and an expensive looking leather tunic.
"Excuse me, but I believe my Lady mother may be able to help you."
He spoke with the eloquence and education of a highborn Westrosi.
"Please, finish your food, and then, if it pleases you, My Lady, come with me."
"I'm not a Lady," Arya said, automatically.
The young boy sat down opposite Arya, who gave him a look that said, 'I didn't give you permission to sit.'
"My Lady mother believe that you are, and wishes to help you during your current situation. Please, if you'll come with me."
Arya looked at the boy again. He seemed genuine, and she couldn't hear any lies in what he was saying. It wouldn't do any harm to meet this woman. She could always leave if she thought something was wrong. "What is your name?" she asked him.
"Jeor," came the boys reply.
"And what age are you?"
"I have not yet celebrated my tenth name day."
"Then come, Jeor, lead the way."
Jeor led her out of the inn and into the streets of Bravos. The walked for about 15 minutes before arriving at a non-descript building.
He opened the door, and led her inside. "Mother, we have returned," he said.
"She came?" a female voice replied, with a hint of relief.
"She did."
"Please take her into the solar, she shouldn't be on her feet for so long in her condition. I shall be there presently."
Arya was led into a pleasant room and Jeor motioned for her to sit.
As soon as she had, the lady of the house appeared. Arya made to stand, but the lady stopped her.
"Please, Lady Stark, do not stand."
A look of surprise appeared on Arya's face. She hadn't been called that for many years. But she shook it off immediately. "I'm sorry, but I do not know of whom you speak."
"My name, Lady Stark, is Lady Ireena Crane. I was however born Ireena Mormont. I know who you are because you are the double of my childhood friend, your aunt, Lyanna."
