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No one

She crawled on the roof in the dead of the night, her small lethal pouch tucked in her vest. This would be her final assignment. Her biggest assignment. She moved silently, quickly. There was an open window leading to the room of her victim. For five years she has been serving the many faced god. She gave him everything. Her possessions, her body, her soul, her past, her name. She was no one. She was nothing. The kindly man didn't like what she had become, though she was his best assassin. He said he will give her this task as a finishing offer. After that she will join him in the temple as an acolyte. She hated that. So she had decided that after this job was done, she will give the gift to herself. Maybe it was her name day. She didn't remember.

The window was right beneath her. She listened carefully, but all she heard were the soft breaths of the sleeping man. This was someone important, she cannot fail. She slipped carefully into the dark room. Quiet as a shadow. She examined the room, no guards… that was odd. Maybe they are outside the door, or in the next room. Better be done with it. She took out her pouch and draw the white little pill from it. She took two steps towards the bed. The man was handsome. Silvery blond hair, young and peaceful. She put two fingers on his nose so he will have to open his mouth, and when he did, she dropped the pill into his mouth. She lingered a bit to watch him swallow when he suddenly opened his eyes. Big brown eyes looking fearfully at her. But his eyes are supposed to be violet… maybe its because of the dark.

"you've got the wrong man" a voice said behind her.

And everything went dark.

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She woke up in a dark room, her head span. It took her a minute to remember what happened. She got the wrong man. How can that happen? Well the wrong man was dead now, she was sure, just a touch of that poison on his tongue and he will suffocate for no apparent reason the next day. Her eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness. She needed to find a way to escape. No windows. No door? No water, no food, no weapons. Nothing. She was in her tomb, buried alive. Maybe this was the ending she deserved. But suddenly she realized she didn't want to die. Not like this. A great sadness engulfed her as she sunk quietly to the floor.

Hours, or maybe days, passed when she heard a creak. The wall opened and three men walked into her narrow cell. Aegon Targaryan was tall and handsome, with silvery blond hair and eyes that were almost purple, he was almost smiling as he offered her water. Behind him, carrying a torch was Jon Connington, his hands were in gloves, and Rolly Duckfield.

"Well, little assassin, you failed to kill me. Don't be sad, you're not the first. Yet you were the closest to succeeding. Poor Pate is dead I fear. Choked in the middle of breakfast, the poor thing. Jon says I should kill you, but I think we can make better use of you. Do you want to live girl?"

She almost choked on her water. What did he want? Why hasn't he just killed her? she looked at his face, checking for clues. All she managed to see was curiosity. Did she want to live? She nodded slowly.

"Good then. I will give you your life if you will grant me three wishes. How does that sound to you. Not anything that you can't give me."

Was it a trick?

"you can't ask of me to do anything you want for the rest of my life. And you can't wish for more wishes".

Connington went purple, "you do not bargain with the prince, wench!", but Aegon just laughed and said "no Jon, it's only fair. Does this mean you accept?"

She thought for a minute, then nodded.

Aegon gave her a big smile and rubbed his hands "first wish: I want to see you true face!"

She looked at him, shocked. She thought he would ask her to steal for him, or to give someone the gift. Maybe pleasure him and his friends. She never expected this. She nodded, and turned from them. When she turned back she was wearing her own face. She hasn't used her own face for a long while. It felt strange to her. she didn't even knew how it looked now, after all these years since she last looked in the mirror. Probably it was still ugly. Jon Connington proved her right when he took two steps backwards his mouth ajar, his gloved hands searching the wall for support. Duckfield smiled a littleand Aegon looked surprised.

" Well, I didn't expect that. You're not lying to me are you little assassin? This is your face?"

When she nodded he looked very pleased with himself "well then, my next wish: tell me your true name."

She was dumbstruck. She couldn't she didn't remember, she wouldn't remember. She buried that name. "I… I have many names, my lord"

"I asked for your true name, the one that your parents gave you"

"My parents are dead, I am no one", why was she telling him this, she could give him any name she wanted, he would never know. Why couldn't she just lie to him?

Aegon looked disappointed "well, it's seems like we have a problem here, you promised me…"

"She is a Stark, I will bet my life on it" Connington said leaving his safe spot near the wall. "are you Lyanna's daughter?"

It was like a blow to her stomach, she winched. That name. Stark. Lyanna. A man's figure flashed before her eyes, a memory, she had to shut them close tight, like it pained her. The man was tall, his grey eyes were full of love, and he was hugging her, talking about packs and family. His smell washed over her, a smell of trees and furs and crashed leaves. The feel of summer snows.

And home. Winterfell.

She opened her eyes to see them all staring at her. Connington with a big frown on his face, Duckfield and Aegon with a questioning stare.

"Well, are you?" Connington asked.

"My father was Eddard stark, my mother was Catelyn Stark. I am Arya, of house stark." And she was no one no more. Because of this stupid dragon prince she had to remember again. And it was all coming back to her now. Her loss, her need for vengeance. But she was Ice, and she will not let the see what they had done to her. she straightened her back and looked the dragon prince in the eye. "There. You have it. are you going to kill me now that you know?"

He looked as he was considering something, then he nodded to himself and smiled at her, "I promised I wouldn't, didn't I? I will have my third wish though. I want you to come back to Westeros with me and serve as the King's Justice. Before you told me your name I thought of having you kill the one that sent you, but I've changed my mind. I know that it's against your rules, but I'm not asking you to always do what I want. In exchange, I'll let avenge on all those who did harm to you and to yours. You don't have to accept, I can think of…"

"I accept. When do we leave?"

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It has been three moons since they arrived at Kings Landing. She asked Aegon to not reveal her true identity. Arya was not ready to be exposed. She had to know where she stood, what had happened. She was relieved to hear that Sansa was ruling the Eyrie and that she killed Little finger to avenge their father, that Rickon was alive and handling Winterfell with the help of her father loyal bannermen, and that Jon was still Lord Commander at the wall. She wasn't ready to meet them yet. But soon she will have to face them. People looked at her in fear and awe. The king's justice was fierce and awful, they whispered in the halls of the keep. With one lokk she can wilt a flower, curdle milk and make man cower. She had dealt with all of Queen daenerys enemies silently and effectively. Because they didn't know her name they just called her Justice. But all she could hear in that word was her father.

Only a few others shared her secret, Varys who seemed very fond of her, the Queen who insisted that she reclaim her name and her rights, Ser Barristan which she came to respect, , always at the queen's right and of course Aegon, who always had a reassuring smile on his face. He trusted her and treated her kindly, always consulting with her, despite of Cunnington spiteful remarks, and always supporting her. She didn't know why he was acting that way. She didn't care. As long as he let her have her way: wearing men's clothes, needle at her hip (she had retrieved it before they left bravos), and not paying her courtesies to all the fake lords and ladies that clucked like chickens all around her.

Living in Kings Landing took a heavy toll on Arya, though she would never show it. In every corner there was a dark memory – here is where they killed Jory, Is that stain of blood belong to Syrio, was that the spike that they put her Septa's head on? And the sept of Baelor… Those memories glinted in her mind only for a second, then she was ice again. She walked the city streets like a stone, caring for nothing. She stopped next to an old armory when a black haired boy was banging on a piece of metal. Trying to think why this looked familiar, a warm feeling filled her stomach, must have been something she ate. A cat jumped next to her, bringing her back to her senses. She had no time to wonder, she had something very important to do today. She marched toward the city's square, an evil grin on her face.

She was about to cross out the last name from her list today.

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"Any last words?" Arya asked the kneeling woman before her. the crowd booed loudly.

Ceresi Lanister straightened her back, her eyes full of loathing and distaste, like she was better than everyone around her. " I, Ceresi of House Lanister, Queen of Westeros, am proud of all that I done" the booing just got louder, Arya's fingers were twitching, she wished she could strangle that she-devil and look as her eyes pop. She notice that Tyrion lanister was in the crowd, so he manged to come from casterly rock, his stare seemed blank. "All I did was in service to this kingdom. I am innocent of any crime, and so weer my children. I am and always will be a Lannister. Hear me roar!"

Arya did not plan to make a speech, but she had to hurt this woman, and cutting her head wasn't enough, Ceresi Lannister will know who killed her, and why.

"I, Arya of house stark" there was a great gasp coming from the audience and calls of awe, Aegon gave her a warm smile, so did the queen. Tyrion looked at her with shock at first, then nodded to himself, as if agreeing that she should be doing this, ceresi looked up at her, her eyed wide with fear. "the daughter of the murdered Hand of the king Eddard Stark, I am here to carry out the sentence of her grace queen daenerys, the first of her name, and to execute Ceresi Lanister the treacherous false Queen, mother to the monster false king Joffrey. Winter has come for you." And in a whisper that only ceresi could here she added "I wish your children were here to see this". She could hear Ceresi sob quietly. Good.

She lowered her sword.