No One got up and dressed herself in riding leathers as opposed to the usual black and white robe of the Faceless Man. She was five and ten now and though she didn't have womenly curves, she had developed a chest and the leathers hid that fact. She had muscles where most women were swelled from child birth. No One credited this to her training.
The Kindly Man told her to bring back three things she learned as Cat of the Canals as he did every time she was Cat. She had long since finished her training. So she took off the face she had last used and was left with the face the gods had given her at birth. No One enjoyed the looks people gave her when she was Cat, although she still thought she was still horseface as an auburn haired beauty once named her, but men thought differently.
The second she stepped down those steps, No One was gone, and Cat had come again. After dueling with a few men down at the seaport, Cat paid a visit to the brothel her friend Marchesa worked at. The whores always had good food to go along with their gossip.
When Cat arrived Marchesa greeted her kindly as always. She called to her girls to leave the room and they continued the conversation together in fluent Bravosi.
"We have not seen you in nearly a month Cat. Did you travel far?" Marchesa questioned. Marchesa was constantly asking about far off cities and Cat always obliged the details to her friend.
"No farther than Pentos my friend." Marchesa frowned at her. Cat hadn't been to a new place in half a year due to the assignments she was given.
Marchesa's frown quickly faded into a smirk. She never stayed down for long. "Bravos got interesting news while you were away. The Bull king is traveling here! He apparently as buisness with the Sealord. The Hand has stayed behind with his wife and child, but the Bull brought his entire counsel including the bastard from The Wall! They will arive within a fortnight! You see? You have nothing for me but I give you much." Marchesa bragged.
Cat simply rolled her eyes. Every whore there had repeated stories of the new king of Westeros. He was a Baratheon and traveled with the Brotherhood Without Banners until Joffery died. He then joined the war against Queen Cersei with Stannis Baratheon, his uncle, and fought with a hammer like his father. He was dark of hair and pale of eye. They said he was brave as a bull.
Cat wasn't impressed except that Bran Stark was now King of the North, with Rickon by his side. A seperate kingdom not associated with King's Landing. The Bull King gave up the territory a year ago along with the Westerlands, which is being ruled by Daenerys Targaryen, the Mother of Dragons.
Other than those facts, Cat knew no more, nor did she want to. Her brothers were safe and the rest of her family were dead. Bravos was home. She was an assasin for the Faceless Man. Westeros was an old dream.
The Kindly Man would like this information though. After a cup of ale Cat returned to the temple.
When she arrived the Kindly Man was there, waiting for her. "Welcome back! Who are you today?" he questioned as was his routine when she wasn't on a mission.
"No One" she answered. That question always made her angry. What was the point in asking if he never believed her.
The man shok his head, "You're lying girl. Now what did you learn?" he asked, not giving her time to arguel No One thought is she should tell him of the kings visit or not, so she started simply, "The whore Ana is with the Sealord's bastard and the crab merchant has developed clubbed hands." she offered.
The Kindly Man turned his back to her before speaking, "Interesting but useless. What else?" he inquired.
She hesitated, careful not to bite her lip. If she told him, he wouls ask about her Westerosi past. If she lied he would know. He always knew.
No One decided on the Truth, "The Bull Baratheon is coming to Bravos in a fortnight for negotiations with the Sealord." she confessed.
The Kindly Man turned around with a smile on his face. "I'm aware child. I've known since the Red god decided the Bull's fate. I was waiting for you to tell me." he revealed.
That made No One slightly startled, "Who is to rule after him? He's no offspring?" she questioned. It could be the Hand but would he want the North for himself?
"The Khaleesi of the Dothraki." he aswered. The dragon, No One thought. A strange choice but a strong one. What would a Targaryen want with the North anyhow? "You will handle him when he arrives, young one. This is your largest task yet. Do not disappoint the Red god." the Kindly Man ordered.
No One simply nodded her head duitifully and retired to her bunk. A Bull is no match for a Cat, swift as a shadow.