Author's Note: In case you didn't know yet, this will be my third story in regards to Arya traveling to the past. Like my other time-travelling-Arya-story, Bran Stark help Arya in warging into an infant in the past, where she would then grow to become someone else's daughter. It's a mind transfer technique but using Bran's greenseer abilities to bring Arya to the past.

Chapter 1

"What's your name girl?"

Arya looked up from the morsel of meat she was chewing and met the eyes of the man who was sitting opposite her. She answered him with her mouth still full, "Nettles," and resumed eating without a care about the man's opinion of her.

"Nettles? What kind of name is that?" The man snorted while crossing his arms in front of him.

That was Arya's new name now, for a new face she had stolen after killing its owner.

It's been three years since Arya had run away from Winterfell and a few moons turn after she had left House of Black and White. And now she was here, talking to the Commander of the City Watch, or the Lord of Flea Bottom as most people of this pisspot City would like to call the man.

"Well at least it's better than being called something flowery…because I am more of a thorn on everyone side than a wallflower, you see. And Nettles seemed to be a fitting name for me." Arya said, smiling. She could feel juices leaking from the corners of her mouth and down her chin as she talked and chewed at the same time.

Still, she did not care about her poor manners.

"You are quite right." The man agreed. He appeared amuse as he regarded her. "The name Nettles suits you best…for it's probably short for annoying."

Arya stopped chewing to scowl at the man before her.

"So Nettles why have you come to me?"

"I have some information for you, milord." She reached out and took the man's goblet of strong wine. "Something that you will like to hear." Arya said before gulping down the wine in one go.

The man allowed her to do it without objection, which surprise Arya. In fact, she had done it to garner the man's reaction, but instead of anger she saw in his violet eyes, the man appeared more amuse than ever when he asked, "Aren't you a little bit young to be drinking that?"

"I'm fifteen, you old man." She lied after she had drunk much of the wine.

The man simply shook his head and said, "I gave you food and drink and you reward me with your impertinence. Be grateful that I'm in a good mood today or I would have cut off your tongue for speaking to me thusly."

Arya glared at him instead. "Do you want to listen to what I say or not, milord?"

"Yes, I do...but I expect that you have something vital for me girl." The man said as he leaned back on his chair. "So start talking, Netty."

"It's Nettles." Arya corrected almost at once.

"I rather like to call you Netty than Nettles, Netty."

Arya bristled at that, but kept her mouth shut. She only opened her mouth when she began to tell him the information he needed.

If things went as plan, Arya would soon become Daemon Targaryen's informant from then on, which she knew was an invaluable position to acquire. It would also mean that she would become the ears and eyes of the Prince of the City; a position that she knew would then earned her the man's closeness, and ultimately his trust, which was her goal.

Author's Note: Yeah, another story. It's the third time-travelling story about Arya. Anyway, please tell me what you think! And please check out the aesthetics that I made for this story. It's in my profile. You will get to see the fancast for Daemon Targaryen. Thank you for reading!