You Have Been Chosen

Arya 

Arya Stark sat down with everyone as they dined on some food, the day was almost over and they stopped near a port town.

Over the time she's spent aboard the Silence, she's gotten to know the crew and their captain or at least the ones important to the leadership of the ship.

First and foremost was Vickon's first mate, Baelor Blacktyde.

Baelor was born an Ironman, but he wasn't raised as one. After the last rebellion, he was taken in by House Hightower and even took the Seven as his gods. She learned that he is good-natured, less spirited than Vickon or the others and is polite. He reminds her of Robb in the case of kindness and honor.

Yet Vickon described it differently, he said that you may dress an Ironman in silks and velvets, teach him to read and write and give him books, instruct him in chivalry and courtesy and the mysteries of the Faith, but when you look into his eyes, the sea will still be there, cold and grey and cruel. It was somewhat true, she could see that he enjoyed being at sea, it even honored him to be the first mate to the King of the Sea as Vickon's men call him now.

Next was the brothers, Greydon, Gormond, and Gran Goodbrother. The three are often drunk and boisterous but are pleasant company when sober, Gran flirted too much but she brushed it off as light playing. Vickon told her not to pay attention to him or the other two when they are drunken, that they are like dogs looking for wenches in heat, you need only to ignore them and they'll cease to wag their tails.

The rest of the crew are all fair hearted, Vickon said his original crew was less polite, that even he had done terrible things because of what he is.

She isn't an idiot, she's been in Harrenhal where some men took their frustrations on the women. The Ironborn were reavers, rapers, and killers. Vickon despite for how he looks must have done one or two of those things, not that she can disagree.

She's killed men, not all innocent but during her time with Jaqen and the Faceless Men she's killed innocents, from young and old.

It was a reason she isn't so against being on his ship, that she is alright with being in his company or the company of others.

"Arya! Play with me!" She was shaken from her thought's when Alissa came by her and jumped into her arms, an uneasy smile came to her lips as she got up and followed the five-year-old.

Alissa, as she's known here reminded her a lot of herself. She is a fun-loving, kind, and bright child full of adventure and curiosity. Over the time on this ship she's seen that the girl can be strong, blunt-toned and often gets her way with Vickon like she had done with her father, it almost made reminisce of a time without the bloodshed and chaos.

She ran around with Alissa for over an hour, the child had plenty of energy. She pretended to be her father, swinging around a wooden sword at her and she played along, being a royal captain and battling her. In the end, she and Alissa were on the ground and laughing, everyone else was doing the same it all seemed so normal to her, she liked being normal for a change rather than the Stark Princess on the run.

"Alissa, you'll tire our guest to the grave. It's time for bed, get on." Vickon said as everyone went to sleep, Alissa groaned but followed Baelor to the cabin.

Soon it was just her and Vickon, standing on the deck of the ship and staring at one another. He smiled and helped her to her feet, a lingering grip on her hand before letting go of her. Vickon turned around and went to leave, but she had a question or two for him.

"Wait! Why did you bring me along?" She asked him, narrowing her eyes at him.

Vickon

"Wait! Why did you bring me along?"

What is the Little Wolf talking about? Asking him something like that, Wait... Why did I bring her? He thought, pondering with his finger on his chin.

He could have taken her to White Harbor, or have another vessel do it. Most likely he hadn't bothered having her aboard, actually, it proved a good distraction for his daughter who would be bored on this voyage especially with another girl to play with. She also needed to be healthy, and a speedy voyage to White Harbor would have worsened her wounds, He thought.

Speaking of which, he gave a look over on the younger wolf since she's come aboard.

She is no Daenerys with pure beauty, but she is a fine young woman albeit a little young, possibly five and ten. At the beginning of their journey her hair went only to her neck, now the dark hair went past that and a little toward the shoulder. Perhaps when she was younger she had a more homely face, but now she's gotten more graceful features and looks very pretty. Her physic is also lithe and skinny, a small fit.

"Well, aren't you going to answer me?" She persisted once more, arms folded over her chest which isn't as plump as Doreah's or as full as Daenerys but is pleasant.

"Is the pout supposed to make me crumble?" He avoided her question, with another question. She huffed and turned away, frustrated with him. "I wasn't thinking about returning you, I was more concerned with your health." His response seemed to shock her, "You were stabbed several times, you needed a steady place to get well and safer too, what with the Faceless Men walking about." Referencing the assassins made her jumpy, and he would be too if he were targeted by them.

"I have this feeling that they won't stop, you might have been sparing yourself with leaving me to die." He heard her mutter the resigning tone in her voice made his scoff and give her a hard glare. He put two hands on both of her shoulders and shook her a little, "What are you- " She tried to say before he cut her off.

"Do you believe dying would help you? That you will be content with what you went through, you know, on the Iron Islands you would be weak! A weak child who had a few stab wounds." He seethed, pulling away and tearing off his shirt and revealing his scars, "I went through what you had been a dozen times and never once felt fear or dread or wishful of death, I am Ironborn! You are a hardened Northerner who should be as strong as the Wall your family built!" He finished and left, unwanting to be in her company.

Tomorrow they set sail again, they have a mission to complete.

Arya 

She's never been talked to like that since she was a child, her mother had found her in the Godswood after she ran off on one of Mordane's lessons.

Hearing him scold her filled her with embarrassment, so much her cheeks flushed and not just because he had taken off his shirt, showing him close to thirty scars. She huffed with defiance and glared daggers at his back when he left behind his cabin.

What does a Greyjoy know about anything, how can he understand what she went through the last few years? All he knows is about sailing a ship or killing people, as far as she knows the Greyjoy's are still intact and whole whereas her family was scattered to the winds until now.

"What a bastard... " She muttered and looked out to the open waters, then the port town they were harbored at.

Her mind wandered, wandered to if the Faceless Men will hunt her, at least she expects them to. Vickon had made himself a target when he rescued her from the Waif, and maybe, just maybe those scars can handle a few more new ones but what about his daughter. Jaqen showed her that children are far from exempt to be named to the Many-Faced God, and she'll feel responsible if anything happens to the girl.

Unlike Vickon right now, Alissa is the one Kraken she actually likes.

A few hours later she finally decided to lie down, unfortunately, the only cot left was in the captain's cabin, so creeping inside she sat down but noticed something rather peculiar like it was something out of place for her to see.

It was the way Vickon was sleeping, his daughter was cuddled up to him. The Greyjoy King looked a little more peaceful, content even, with a protective arm around his child and in that brief moment, she wished that was her, with her parents again and in their protective embrace.

"In another day, another life... " She muttered and laid back, eyeing the roof of the cabin and hearing the creaking the ship made and then closed her eyes to get some sleep.

Braavos

A lone man was knelt by the statue of the Many-Faced God, waiting for guidance on the next names to offer and smiled.

Jaqen got to his feet and spoke with a clear tone in his voice.

"As was promised, the life of Arya Stark, and one more... " He then heard the footsteps of four others coming behind him, all wearing the temple robes.

"We bring the life of Vickon Greyjoy."

Prepare yourself, Arya of the House Stark, you and your companions names have been chosen.

And the Many-Faced God always get its names, it's lives.