It was time, she knew it. Trial by combat against valyrian champion. It must be easy, piece of cake, right? Nothing can be worse than death, or can be? Arya tried to focus on the upcoming fight, but her mind wasn't clear. Something was wrong.
Arya cleaned her Needle and dress a light leather armor on. She checked that everything was right. The valyrian steel dagger was sharp and ready to slit someone's throat. The hilt of the dagger was remade by Gendry who put Stark's sigil on it, so anyone would know who was the owner. The dagger was also the new ancestral weapon of House Stark since Ice was reforged. It hasn't an official name yet, but it was called Wolf's Tooth among people.
"Are you ready?" Gatekeeper asked.
"Yes, I'm ready. Let's slit some throats." Arya said and entered to fighting pit.
The audience hissed to Arya and cursed her. Someone shouted "foreign whore" and the other insulted her in valyria. Arya didn't mind the people's reaction, she enjoyed it.
"We all are gathered here, because this foreigner, Arya Stark has murdered one of our leaders Maelor. Let the gods decide her faith today." Announcer shouted.
The leader's champion entered the pit. He was as tall as Jaime Lannister and he had short black hair. His weapons were two flaming swords.
"And the leaders' champion is a fire dancer from Asshai!"
"What the fuck is that? Some kind of Beric Dondarrion with two swords?" Arya thought.
The combat began, a fire dancer attacked quickly and Arya barely dodged it. The opponent had a large armor so there would be no chance to penetrate it with Needle. Fortunately, the throat wasn't covered, so Arya just had to strike to there at the right moment. Combat was intensive and it looked like dancing. The Dance of Fire and Water, a story that would last for generations.
Asshai'i wounded Arya's right hand. It hurt, but Arya kept going. A fire dancer couldn't match her speed although Arya was wounded. She disarmed her opponent's second sword, so now Arya had a chance to strike. She put away her Needle and took Wolf's Tooth. Arya dodged all the strikes until she was close enough to her opponent, she jumped and struck the dagger asshai'i's throat. He immediately fell to his knees and coughed blood. The last thing he saw was smiling Arya, who cleaned her dagger.
"Valar morghulis." Arya said calmly.
"Valar dohaeris." Asshai'i replied.
After that Arya mercifully slit his throat. The audience was quiet, everybody just stared. After 15 seconds everyone clapped their hands and cheered.
"Arya of House Stark is not guilty, she is free to go and live."
Arya met Daemon in the big mansion. The Main Hall was the place where all the politics and the other boring things happened. But if you wanted to celebrate and host parties and feasts, you did it in the mansion.
"Welcome Arya, you fought well. Here, have some wine." Daemon smiled.
"Thank you, I hope you don't lack food, because fighting makes pretty hungry."
"We never lack food, we have a lot of fresh fruits, meat, fish and desserts. Please, shall we feast?"
"Of course, after you."
"How long will you stay here, princess Arya?" If you want you will stay here, we give you this mansion, servants, soldiers whatever you need."
"I don't act like a princess, still you call me one"
"Nymeria was Princess of Dorne, didn't act like one, is that right?" Daemon replied.
"True, but she ruled, I rule nothing. I fight, explore and sail."
"You could rule one of our islands, but you don't want to rule. You explore, I like it."
"Yeah, I won't stay here. I'll leave. But I know someone who might stay here. He has a reason to stay.
"Yes, Seban and his girlfriend Rhaerya. Lovely couple, I must say."
"Give him this mansion, servants, and soldiers. He deserves all of this."
"Of course, but I have something for you. It's a gift."
Daemon handled valyrian steel stiletto. The stiletto's handle was made of silver. The decoration was beautiful, a wolf with diamond eyes.
"Thank you, this is very beautiful and it's valyrian steel."
"We still have that. My servants brought something to your ship. It's good stuff to sell. I also sent one blacksmith there, he knows how to forge it. Young maester Aelor will also join to your crew. Oh, before I forgot, I built a little fleet to you, just 30 ships."
"Why? I don't deserve that much. The stiletto is enough."
"No no, when you killed Maelor, it was the best day of my life. I couldn't do it myself, because if I had failed, I would have been exiled. He raped my sister, but because he was the leader, I couldn't judge him. I'm very grateful for what you did."
"That's horrible, I didn't know. But I don't have enough men."
"Don't worry I'll give you 2500 soldiers. They'll fight for you. The one ship can carry over one hundred soldiers, so I think you will manage.
To be continued