Warning! Time jump during this chapter. Marked buy the bold POV dividers

"He was running after me. He wanted to kill me, I had no choice!"

Daenerys paused the video, staring at the frozen image of a devastated Sansa Stark for a few moments before scrolling forward, until she came to a woman sitting in the dim interrogation room.

She pressed play.

"It was around 2:00 a.m. The children were in bed. The staff was all in bed. That's when we heard the screams. Andrew was the first one there. I found him unconscious on the floor, and master Joffrey was banging on his father's study. That's when I ran downstairs to get Stephen."

"Did Joffrey look like he was a danger to Sansa."

"Yes. He seemed to be drunk, and he was furious. Like I said earlier. He knocked Andrew unconscious."

"You saw this happen with your own eyes?"

"No. But Andrew told me that's what happened."

She skipped ahead again, scrolling forward until Robb Stark was on the screen; the lighting in the interrogation room making his features seem haggard.

"Do you think there is any reason your sister would want to intentionally kill her fiancee?"

"No! Sansa adored him. No one in my family ever understood why . . . but she did."

Dany scrolled ahead, stopping on an older gentleman. Andrew, the Baratheon's butler.

"We were all so restless, because of the new. Robert had awoken from him coma. I was in the kitchen, when I heard the screams. I made for upstairs, and saw the young girl, running towards me and calling for help. Joffrey was behind her. He looked like he was going to kill her. He hit me right when I had reached her, and all went black."

She skipped ahead to a man in his early 20's, Stephen. Another staff member of the Baratheon's manor.

"Was Joffrey a violent man?"

"You could say that. We weren't that far apart in age. I have friends that remind me of Joffrey. They hit their girlfriends. I wasn't surprised that he did what he did. He always had this look in his eyes when he stared at Sansa. Blood lust."

Dany paused the video to think.

This was the third time she'd reviewed it's content, and her thoughts were driving her mad. Something wasn't adding up. Things were falling too neatly into place. Too suddenly. After over a week of searching for answers, they were all falling on their laps.

The pressed the space bar, and the video began to play again.

"Where have you been all this time? Your mother commited suicide, yet it was your sister who claimed the body when you we're nowhere to be found."

"I was staying with a family friend. Things didn't work out though."

"You were in Spain with your brother and mother, when your father was killed and your brother and sister went missing, but you didn't come to look for them, or make sure they the police was doing their job. A few days pass, and your mother is found. She shot herself. But you're still nowhere to be seen. Now you tell us you've been here for days. You left your brother with your senile grandfather in Spain... so that you could come and stay with a family friend?"

"Yes. But's that only your side of events. There's a reason why..."

"Oh, please, do tell! I'm eager to hear your lies."

Dany closed the laptop and pressed the pads of her palms against her closed eyes, rubbing violently. She had a massive headache.

Not 24 hours ago, yet another name had been added to their body count... only this time, they knew exactly who had been the killer. Sansa Stark.

The girl had been in shock for a good three hours before they were able to crack through to her. Lucky for her, the entire Baratheon staff had testified on her behalf, so she was allowed to go home as soon as she gave a brief declaration.

Her eldest brother Robb had appeared out of nowhere and taken his sister to a hotel, since taking her to their house was out of the question.

Dany had wanted to question him further, in regards to the shooting, and his other siblings, but he had insisted he needed to take his sister to rest and promised he would return.

She didn't doubt he would.

There was an urgent knock on her office door, and Jorah walked in before she could call him in, his face drained of all it's color.

"What is it?" she stood from her desk, walking around it so that she came a few feet away from Jorah.

"I just recieved a call from the hospital." he took a long pause, unbuttoning his jacket as he walked over to her chaise to sit.

"And?" Dany demanded, hating the unnecessary suspense.

"There has been an accident on Kirk Edge. A car flipped due to ice on the road." he took another pause, making her snap.

"There is no need for suspense, Jorah. What happened?"

"The call was from a Brienne Tarth. She was..."

"Roommates with Renly. She went MIA after he was shot."

"You'll never believe who was in the car that flipped."

"Who?"

"Gendry Waters."

"The other missing officer."

"Who happens to be Robert Baratheon's son, according to Brienne, and who had been traveling with Arya Stark up until a couple of days ago." Dany's jaw dropped, and she felt the room spin. "Yes. And that's not the half of it." Jorah continued. "He flipped because he was chasing Cersei, who apparently met him out there so they could discuss a will. Robert's will. Tarth claims that Cersei was recorded confessing to everything. All the deaths, all the missing children. Cutler's Hall... the Starks. She's to blame for it all, and all because of the will. She fled when Gendry confronted her."

"Is that why she wasn't picking up her mobile when Joffrey was killed."

"Most likely. Can you believe this. All of this over a will."

"Yes. I can. This is very convenient. Did you send for Brienne?"

"Yes. Two of my officers are on their way to the hospital to pick her up. Convenient?"

"Yes. All of it. The entire events... all rooting back to a will."

"How is that convenient?"

"Two missing officers emerge from their hiding places..." Dany began to pace back and forth in front of her desk, "two officers, might I add, that are presumed witnesses to both the death of Yoren and Renly. One who can link us to one of the missing Stark kids. Plus, Robb Stark. He also comes out of hiding. All on the same night we happen to get these tapes with Cersei's confession. Some bull shit about this will."

"Bull shit?" Jorah interrupted with genuined curiosity and intrigue in his voice.

"Yes! Bull shit!" Dany cried out, running around her desk and yanking a drawer open, fingering through the files. "Do you remember . . . who found and hired . . . " she pulled a file out and ran towards Jorah. " . . . Gendry?"

She placed the open file on his lap and pointed at a highlighted paragraph.

"When questioned, all the men and women in Ned Stark's unit said that it was rumored that Ned himself had looked for Gendry the morning after a night he had been arrested, and soon after he was working at the station, having finished his training in half the time as any other officer. A few months pass, and his daughter becomes engaged to Joffrey Baratheon. Then the shooting happens, and Ned is blamed... his family scatters. After a few days, Gendry appears, with a recording that cleans Ned's name turning him from backstabbing murderer to martyr and Cersei into a jealous psychopath. All on the same night that Robert waked from his comma, Robb returns home and Joffrey is murdered. Joffrey. Robert's other son, who without a doubt was in that will."

During her entire tirade, Jorah had gone from sitting to standing, and he was now staring at the floor, his brows furrowed deep in concentration.

"So... you're saying..."

"That this reeks of a well thought out plan. All tracing back to Ned. Finding Robert's bastard kid, and Renly Baratheon's roommate, both to work for him. Ensuring the engagement of his daughter and Joffrey, gaining her access, and this will. Which would guarantee his name would be wiped clean."

"You're overthinking this too much." Jorah said, shaking his head and turning to gather the file into it's folder.

Dany stared at his slow, tired movements, feeling herself deflate too quickly. Perhaps she was. It had been a very long night.

Jorah placed the file on her desk and grabbed her keys, turning to her. "Let's get you home. I'll have Elizabeth drive you." he told her, placing his hand on the small of her back and guiding her out of the room, and down the empty hall, towards the lifts.

The drive home was long, and by the time she made it to her flat, she was too tired to even remove her coat, or her heels.

She let herself fall onto her sofa, and fell asleep instantly.

That night, she dreamt of Drogo.

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Once satisfied with her stance, Jaqen began to teach her moves, and made her repeat the same move over and over again until she was sure her limbs would explode. She hated him at moments when the pain grew almost unbearable. When she felt her body about to shut down from the shock and desperation.

But, surprisingly too soon, she realized that each learned move was becoming automatic, turning into a habit. And by the second day, when she began to put the moves together to spar, she felt it slowly turning into instinct.

Her mind was still a blank sheet of paper, and in it only a few things that had managed to stick.

My name is Arya.

Jaqen is my friend. I just don't remember because of the training accident.

I am no one. I have no weaknesses.

It felt real enough, and Jaqen seemed the only thing that suited her quite well. At least ever since she'd jumped out of the ice tub and into his arms two days ago, with no memories of anything or anyone. He'd felt safe, and normal, and almost like home.

Most of the time.

At night, when she allowed her mind to rest, she felt the ragged edges of her empty thoughts gnawing their way into her head, trying to fill her mind. This had happened both nights since she'd "woken" from her trauma. Both nights she had panicked, springing off her pillow and crawling out of her bed, and away from the unknown that threatened to make itself known.

It was almost like a door. A massive door she shouldn't open. A door she had a key to.

Curiosity killed the cat.

She couldn't remember where she'd heard that before. But she believed it quite well. She was a cat, and she should stay on this side of the door and stray from giving into her curiousity.

Why?

Well . . . that was another door all in itself. A question fueled by curiosity.

Don't ask questions, little cat.

She began to call herself Cat for this reason. On the second morning, she told Jaqen this, and he nodded without questioning it, yet seeming almost pleased at the news.

He began calling her Cat, never once missing or messing up.

Training had begun instantly, and that helped because it filled her mind almost entirely.

Jaqen spoke almost never. He had asked a few questioned after her "trauma". But now he mostly stuck to small talk.

He was very handsome. She felt something for him. Something very strong, and almost burning. Her accident prevented her from deciphering what it had once been, so she decided to start fresh. Grow to feel for him and know him all over again until she could remember what it had been... if she ever remembered.

"We're friends. Just friends." he had answered her with a smile when she'd asked him.

She remembered his name just fine. His name and hers. That was all. So he must have meant something to her. She was living with him.

He was several years older than her. She hadn't brought herself to ask him. Not yet.

But from the way he had said, "Just friends." and from the guarded way he behaved around her, she crossed out lovers.

He wasn't really her type. If she had a type. Did she? Was her type even male?

She had stood before the mirror the first day after she'd showered to warm herself from the clinging chill that had soaked into her from the ice tub.

Her hair was shaggy, boy short mess. Her body small and boyish. Only her breasts betrayed her sex.

Her face was plain, in her opinion, and not too femenine.

There was two large bruises under each breast, along her ribs. Probably from training. There two more one on her face, along each cheekbone, and also a cut on her lip.

When she had been showering, she'd removed the pealing bandages around her wrists and revealed two deep, water swollen bruised burns around each wrist. Her fingers had touched one absentmindedly. They looked angry, and not from training.

Taking in the whole of her appearance, she came to the conclusion that she was not Jaqen's type, confirming that they were, in fact, not lovers.

Best mates, perhaps.

Sitting across him on the tall countertop, staring at his face, taking in his lovely features, it felt like a true shame.

"Can I use a real sword today." she said when the silence had gone from natural to boring.

He looked up at her from his book with careful eyes, and swallowed the food in his mouth before speaking. "Not today, lovely Cat."

Arya sighed out in an exaggerated manner, earning a smile from him.

There had been an almost familiarity about the scene on the first morning, when she'd stood in the studio that took up the entire third floor and had blushed at his hands on her. Slowly pushing her thighs apart slightly. Then pressing gently behind her knee so that she knew to bend it.

Here and there he touched her with firm, yet feathery touches until she was standing exactly as he needed her to.

She practiced until her body automatically returned to that stance.

To her surprise, the second day she was already using a wooden sword. Jaqen told her he had underestimated her ability to learn and put into practice that which she had learned. She believed him only when she noticed he'd gone from careful, to bold. From feigning, to actually parrying, so that by the end of that second day, they were circling each other across the room, her wood sword slamming against his, and his features changing from surprise to pleasure.

She was pleased with herself too.

"You should eat." Jaqen told her, glancing to her untouched food. "You'll need the energy."

Arya felt a complaint rise up her throat, but she swallowed it back down and picked up her fork and stabbed her cold eggs with it, bringing them to her mouth. She finished the entire content of her plate, and even volunteered to do the dishes.

They each went into their separate rooms to change into more comfortable clothing.

Arya found some black yoga pants and a fitted muscle shirt. Nothing in her closet appealed to her. Everything was new. It smelled new. She had asked Jaqen about it, but he shrugged it off, and she didn't ask anything else, even though she wanted to.

It's not like he knows when I go shopping.

For what it was worth, she had classy, expensive taste in clothing.

She jogged up the spiral staircase cheerfully, too excited to train, but stopped at the door when she saw a smiling Jaqen holding, not the wooden swords they'd used the day before, but red bo staffs.

"This is why I cannot use a sword yet?" she asked in a bit of a smart-ass tone. The small smile on his face turned into wide, toothy grin. He threw a bo her way and she clumsily caught it with both hands.

"The swords were just a test. I wanted to see what skills you remembered. It is not swordsmanship you're learning here. We don't live in the Medieval Ages."

Arya tightened her grip on the wooden staff. "Then what am I learning?" she asked.

Jaqen took a step towards her, and began to gracefully spin the staff around him, his hands almost never touching it. He used his sides, his neck, his shoulders, his chest.

It was over too quickly, the bo in one hand, held parallel to the floor.

Arya realized her lips were slightly parted in awe.

"I want you to figure that out on your own. All over again. But if you need something, then I give you this... what you're leaning, is control."

And like that, in the blink of an eye, his staff was slicing through the air, and Arya instinctively lifted her with both hands just in time to block his hit. The clap of wood slamming into wood echoed in her ears as she stared up, wide eyed, at Jaqen through their crossed sticks.

"Breathe." he whispered.

Her chest rose as air filled it. She didn't even realized she'd been holding her breath.

Jaqen's staff disconnected from hers, and swung around, making a red arc in the air before slamming behind her feet and knocking her on her back painfully.

"Time your breaths." he said, swinging at her thigh. "Exhale!" he shouted. Arya gasped in pain angrily. He slammed the end of the staff against her other thigh; the pain veining deep into her butt. She clenched her jaw, pushing herself into a sitting position and awkwardly lifting the too long pole in an attempt to hit Jaqen. He blocked it, of course.

"Get on your feet!" he said, slamming the stick against her ribs, hitting right in the center of the tender skin of her bruise. Arya groaned and dropped the staff so that she could cup her ribs with both hands.

"Get up!" he barked furiously, hitting her shoulder. Then her other bruise. Then her back. Then her leg. Over and over again he hit her with pitiless blows, until the pain was too enraging that she surprised herself but catching the end of his staff in mid air and twisting it, despite the pain that bit into her, so that he had no other choice but to let it go. She bit her lip. Hard. And in one move, the staff painted a full arc in the air before stricking behind his feet with enough force to trip him to the floor.

He landed on his side, catching himself with both hands before his face could hit the padded floor. His head snapped to her, eyes flaring with fury, which turned to surprise, and then challenge in the space of a moment.

They both sprang to their feet in seconds.

Arya was sore all over, and if she had time, she could have easily counted the amount of bruises she could add her current count. Instead, she reached for the staff she'd tossed aside when she'd been on the floor and tossed it at Jaqen. He caught it with one hand an twirled it in the air, circling around her. She loosened the grasp on hers and took a few steps back. Jaqen smiled at her.

Arya smiled back and swung at his side. He blocked it, replying with a blow of his own, which she blocked too. Her face twisted into a sinister smile.

She took a step towards him to push him back and hastily took two back, and then the fight began.

Her senses flared, and she took it all in. The click of the staffs slamming into each other. The loud clap of blocked blows, and almost blocked blows. The staffs whirling in the air... Arya became both thrilled and perplexed at herself. How was she doing this... fighting him?

He hit her twice in one move, then had her pinned against one wall, but she slammed against him, and slipped away to one side... then the dance began all over again.

Click! Click! Clap! Click! Clap! Clip! Click!

Clap!

Clip! Click! Clap! Click! Clap!

One blow blocked. One blow missed. An eight shape in the air, and she was face down on the floor. One swift roll on her back, and she was blocking another blow, and lurching to her feet.

Jaqen blocked one blow. Delivered another. Blocked. Blocked again. She was growing tired. Her arms growing heavy and heavy with each move. Her breaths coming out in ragged huffs and puffs.

"Exhale!" he yelled while slamming his staff against hers. "Time your exhalation to your blows!"

Slowly Arya grew conscious of each existing bruise in her body. Of the sting of the cut on her lip that throbbed every time she parted her lips to inhale.

And her arms. Her lead arms.

She was on her back on the floor again... and he was hitting her. Over and over again, until the tip of the staff came under her chin and he stood right above her, one foot on each side of her, exhaling loudly.

"Yield." he said.

Arya let her arms fall to the floor, and closed her eyes; her chest rising and falling violently, making her bruises tingle in pain.

She heard Jaqen chuckle, and the wounded pride she felt gave her enough strength to roll to one side, and against his foot so that he lost balance and fell on his back.

With both hands tight around her staff, she straddled his waist and pushed the pole deep into his throat.

"Yield." she said harshly; lips curled back in a snarl, revealing her teeth.

A spark shone in his eyes, and he looked up at her with a intense, almost animalistic glare, sending a wave of excitement down to her belly. "I. Yield." he said slowly.

Arya looked away from his eyes nervously, and rose off him, thankful her face was already red from the fight.

She sorely made her way to the thin table at the far end of the studio and grabbed a bottled water, uncapping it roughly and taking a very small sip, even when her body asked for more.

"That was intense." she called over her shoulder to him.

"Was?" he called back. Arya turned to him, brows furrowed. Jaqen had slipped the bo staffs on their rack on the wall, and was now holding a black blindfold. "It's not over yet, my lovely Cat."

Arya gasped out sharply. Her muscles tightened at the mere thought of ever fighting again.

Jaqen crossed to the wall and instead of reaching for the bo staffs, grabbed two spears from the rack, with a blade on each end of the pole.

"What is that!" Arya choked out, wide eyed. "You're out of your mind!"

"This is a Yari. And yes. I am." he said as he crossed to her. "Put it on." he commanded, draping the black cloth over her shoulder. Arya met his eyes. They were serious. She returned his stare with a severe one of her own, shaking her head. "No." she said.

He smiled. "I'm glad to know your brazen nature wasn't stolen from you during the accident."

"I could get hurt. Seriously hurt. You could kill me."

He leaned close to her face. "Don't let me." he whispered.

"I won't see anything."

"But you'll hear. Smell. Taste. Feel. And you'll see me..." Arya's eyes squinted at him, clearly not amused. "in your mind's eye." he continued. "You'll see exactly what move I'll make," he slipped the Yari into her suddenly cold fingers and set his down on the table, carefully, so that he could use both hands to blindfold Arya. "...and you'll block it."

Arya's hands were trembling as she held the spear with fearful fingers. Jaqen blindfolded very carefully, and let a soft finger trail down her neck to her clavicle. She shuddered.

One hand resting hesitantly on her waist, he led her to the center of the room.

"Are you ready?" he asked from somewhere in the room.

"No." she said flatly. Then heard the whistle of blade coming at her face. In her mind Jaqen stood before her, so with her left hand, she lifted the left side of the Yari, and sure enough, the ringing of steel let her know she had been right. Her body relaxed a bit. I can do this. I can do this. I can.

"Good." Jaqen said. She could see him standing there, from the direction his voice came from. She could really see him.

She found her balance, and gripped the Yari confidently. They began to fight slowly, and she loved every second of it. The vibration of her other senses performing at their highest capacity.

Jaqen picked up on her pace, and the steel song of their clashing blades was the perfect background music to their fluid dance-like movements. She could almost see the sparks the blades created with every crash.

But then, the blade silently bit into leg, and Arya hissed out loudly, clenching her teeth at the infernal fire that pulsed into her leg. The aggressive colors and figures the pain created behind her closed lids was jarring.

"Why did you do that!" Jaqen yelled; his words tripping over themselves at the urgency of their delivery, that his accent was heavier than she'd ever heard before. "Why didn't you block it!"

Arya heard the clatter of the Yari being forcefully slammed against the floor.

"I'm fine!" she growled, blinking at the tears. She was as angry at herself as he was. She had allowed her confidence to cloud her other senses. She wouldn't let it happen again. "I'm ready." she managed to utter. "Again."

"No." he answered.

Arya ignored the pain, energized by the adrenaline her injury had triggered, and she began slashing at the air before her, taking several steps in the direction of Jaqen's voice. "Again!" she cried, her hands swinging the Yari, attacking her way towards Jaqen.

The ring of her blade hitting his let her know they were fighting again. Good.

They very slowly built up the pace of their moves, but Jaqen was being careful now. She could feel it. And the blood from her cut had thickly trailed down into her shoe, making her right footing slippery.

But she was fighting. She was hurt. And blindfolded. But she was fighting.

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Ever since Lem's shocking revelation about the mind wipe practice, Anguy had been out of sorts.

When Jaqen asked to see him, Anguy's reaction was a mere roll of his eyes.

He had been expecting it. Ever since he'd walked in on the "mind wipe" in the basement. He'd known his nosiness would have consequences, and he was prepared to face them.

It was that attitude that made his drive to Jaqen's house almost relaxing. He drove down the very long, curvy driveway and pulled up next to Jaqen's car, turning the engine off.

He had a key to the house, but he still rung the doorbell. No anwer. He tried again.

Nothing.

He pulled his keys out and slipped the house key into the lock and turned. Just as he walked into the warm house, he saw Jaqen, followed by Arya, walking down the spiral staircase.

Anguy felt anger rise in him at the sight of Arya, and at the sight of him, Jaqen stiffened.

Arya was dressed in what looked like a workout outfit, her hair matted down with sweat, looking too at home. Her eyes darted from Jaqen to Anguy with a look that let him know that she had no idea who he was.

"Hi Arya." he said anyway, challenging her memory. Besides. As far as Jaqen was concerned, Anguy knew nothing of the procedure.

"Uh. Hi." she said flatly. Her eyes were still hers, and they still had that fire in them. The anger, and despair were all gone though.

Is that why you did this? To forget your pain?

"Arya. This is Anguy. You know him." Jaqen said carefully.

"Oh."

"Of course you know me," he turned to Jaqen "... you didn't have to tell her that."

Jaqen squinted his eyes dangerously at Anguy. "Arya. Will you excuse us. Anguy. My office."

Arya grimaced at Jaqen's sudden change in mood, but shrugged it off. "I'll go... shower." she announced, but Jaqen was already walking to his office, ignoring her.

"See you later, Arya." Anguy said to her before following Jaqen down one of the corridors and into his office.

"Don't pretend you don't know. Because you do." was the first thing he said once they were in the privacy of the spacious office.

Anguy parted his lips to speak, but Jaqen lifted a hand, cutting him off. "Don't speak. You don't speak. You listen. Understood?"

Anguy nodded.

Jaqen nodded once at him, before crossing to the small bathroom in the office, watching out with a hand towel, which he pressed against his sweaty face. "Has your lot seen the news? Picked up a newspaper?" Jaqen asked the redhead; casually draping the towel over his shoulder.

"Yes. Is this about the Joffrey Baratheon thing. How Cersei's dissapeared off the face of the earth?" Anguy asked.

"No. This is about Gendry. He's been in an accident. He's in the hospital."

"Oh. Yes. I read it was serious. He's in critical condition."

Jaqen nodded. "Yes. I want to know how serious his state is. Is he closer to death, or will he be released from the hospital soon. Do I send get well soon flowers, or do I wait for the funeral? I want you there. I want you to stay there, as close to him as you can be until he either dies, or he fully recovers. Is that clear?"

What!

Anguy's face twisted in shock. "I..."

"Drive yourself to my private pad. They'll fly you straight to Sheffield. I'll have a car waiting for you there that will drive you to a hotel. You'll have the best accommodations. Any expenses are under my credit for as long as you need to stay. Just keep me updated 24/7. He moves a finger... his vitals change. Anything. You let me know. This is my private line." he said, leaning over his desk to write down a number. He ripped the note off the notepad and handed it to Anguy."Oh, and Anguy... try to be as invisible as you can."

Anguy stared stupidly at the note in his hands.

Why me?! Why does it have to be me. Is this punishment for crossing the line?

"That'll be all, Anguy. You can let yourself out. And about Arya... you're a mutual friend. That's all she'll need to know. Tell the others."

With that, the german walked out of the office, leaving Anguy even more furious than before. Furious at the situation. At the helplessness of it. At his obligation to obey. At how emotionally involved he was becoming, and how much he was allowing Arya's situation to bother him.

He balled up the note in his fist, but pushed it into his coat pocket, and pulling out his mobile. Scrolling down to Thomas' name, pressing 'call' with his thumb.

Thankfully, he didn't see either Jaqen or Arya on his way out of the house, and before he reached his car, Tom had already answered.

"Si?"

"Tom. I'm going to Sheffield. Jaqen needs me to be there and update him on Gendry. Can you crack into their hospital's system. The media is salivating over all things Baratheon and Stark. There will be hightened security at the hospital, maybe even a visitor's list. Find a way of getting me on it, if it exist, or even getting me into the nursing unit on his floor. I need to have access to him."

"On it." Tom said.

Anguy ended the call and yanked his car door open, jumping in.

As he switched the car on, he looked up at the second floor of the house, at one of the windows. Arya was standing there. Staring at him. He felt an impulse to wave. Smile. Do something, but opted to simply drve out and up the driveway to the main road, without a second glance back at the house. Or the window. Or Arya.

Poor kid.

He feared that Jaqen sending him to keep an eye on Gendry had more to do with Arya then with his business with Tywin and the rest of the Lannisters.

He feared that Jaqen might ask him to do something to Gendry once he found a way to gain access to the guy.

But he feared most, the fact that he would have no choice, but to do as he was told, and that he wouldn't have some fucking voodoo, mind fuck to help him forget.

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AN

So there is a time jump in this chapter. Marked, again, by the bold "xxxxxxxxxx"

Dany and Jorah are speaking the morning after Sansa kills Joffrey and Gendry crashes.

Then Arya's pov is a few days after her memory wipe, which happened the day Gendry crashed, only earlier in the day.

So this an Arya pov, finally!

I hope it all makes sense to you all where it doesn't make sense to her :)

We found out a bit about Sansa and Robb through Dany, who by the way is all suspicious and shit, and I just had to have that because people are suspicious and shit, and this is a very curious situation.

Anguy POV! ( i love him) and I love that he hates what is happening to Arya.

There will be more of him and some Brienne and Gendry and more Arya in the next POV. I think Sandor too, i'm not to sure, i need to check my chart.

Yes, i have a chart, to keep the story timeline realistic and up to date.

Again, thank you all for your wonderful reviews, and thank you blackedeyedbandit and noodlesplease, for that wonderful fan art.

i'll put the links up for those on my profile! check them out!

i love you all, and let me know what you think about this chapter!