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Jaqen entered the room to find his girl staring at her reflection in the blade of his golden knife. She looked up at him as he came forward, her eyes were red but there were no more tears. He sat down next to her and handed her one of the plates. He then reached to his bedside table and poured her a glass of water. She took a meek sip of the water and stared absent mildly on her food. Arya took another small sip of water. She tried not to think of her family, her father, of Jon or her wolf. "Distract me Jaqen… distract me from my thoughts…" she said looking up expectantly at him. He hesitated while thinking, "A man could tell a story?"
"I might zone out while you tell it….you have to tell a real story.. stories about you"
"About a man?"
"Yes and you say something about yourself and I have to guess if it a lie or if it is real, this way I can concentrate!" Arya beamed at her idea, she would have to give her full attention to Jaqen and in the process she'd find out more about him. He hesitated again before smiling.
"A man will play if a sweet girl does too" Arya shrugged,
"Fine you first"
Jaqen paused thinking and then looked down at her smirking. "A man was born the prince of Lorath"
"Lie! Lorath is a free city, you told me that the first day we met! Free cities don't have princes" Jaqen nodded.
"It is a girl's turn"
"I had a pet wolf"
"False"
"Really?" Arya smirked. Jaqen raised an eyebrow. "I had one! Her name was Nymphodora, all my brothers had one two, even Jon except his was white, he called it ghost and Sansa had lady…but Joffrey.." She trailed off at that thinking back when her and Sansa were travelling to the kingdom. So much had changed since then. Jaqen probably guessing her thoughts quickly spoke.
"Where is Nymphodora now?"
"I don't know…I had to send her away.. they would of killed her" Arya mumbled. Jaqen alarmed at sending her back to tears quickly thought up a statement.
"A man's mothers name was Seana" Arya looked up searching his eyes for some glint of truth.
"True" he smiled.
"What did she look like?" Arya asked now very interested. It was now Jaqens turn to think back to his past. He swallowed.
"She had a man's eyes…that's all a man remembers of her" Arya peeked up through thick lashes to examine the pair of eyes she had so often admired.
"How come you don't remember her?" Jaqen looked away avoiding her gaze.
"A man was 4 when she died…"
"I'm sorry" Silence followed them for a few minutes both thinking about their family before Jaqen broke it.
"It is a girls turn"
"My first horse was pure white"
Jaqen did not even look at her before saying "lie"
"How'd you know?!" Arya asked impressed.
Jaqen smirked, "The Dothraki are the only people to breed pure white horses and they don't sell to those across the great sea."
"Who looked after you after your mum past?" Arya asked going back to his previous statement. She was getting more and more interested about his past the more he revealed. He frowned.
"My father"
"Who was your father?"
"A Lorathi merchant"
"How'd you become faceless?"
"This is not part of the game" Jaqen said a little too sharply. Arya fell silent looking down ashamed, maybe she had pried a little too deep into his past. He sighed, regaining his calmness and regretting his angered voice.
"A man is sorry for being harsh with a girl…" he spotted the golden knife laying next to them.
"A man received a knife on the day he became faceless" Arya stared at him and he made his face remain nonchalant, displaying no emotion. She glanced at the knife and picked it up.
"True" he took it from her and spun it around so it caught the light.
"Correct" he handed the knife back to her.
"My youngest brother Bran fell from a high tower and now his legs don't work"
"True"
"Your turn"
"A man's favourite fruit is watermelon" Arya looked up at him before saying.
"False" Jaqen raised an eyebrow in surprise.
"How did a girl know?"
She looked up at him as though it was obvious.
"I'm afraid that no matter how pretty your mother's eyes are they betray you every time"