Arya was alone, except for a body; it was a girl, she couldn't be that much younger than her, maybe a year or two. She couldn't understand why someone as young as her would want to die.What would make life not living? I didn't even want to kill myself when her mother and father were killed. Revenge is all I need. A spilled cup of the poisoned water was lying forgotten in the girls frail hand.

She shut the girl's deep brown eyes that were staring emptily at her, and a prickly feeling ran down her spine as she was reminded of Jon. Jon's eyes; the colour of the forest surrounding Winterfell, the leathers and furs of the people, and just home. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end as an unsettling feeling overcame her and goosebumps prickled her arms. Dearest Jon, was he safe, alive, did he even remember me? Could I return home? Would anyone stop me? Maybe Jaqen can return with me, visit perhaps.

"Good afternoon lovely girl."

The cold voice startled her in the silence. Jaqen? It can't be. She turned abruptly to meet the man who had caught her off guard,

"You're not Jaqen," she squinted at him, "the voice doesn't match the face?" she said standing up to face the man eye to eye searching his features for a telling sign of who was standing before her.

"Who am I?" She circled the man analysing each minuscule movement stopping in front of him again and staring hard into his eyes.

"Wrong eyes as well." She muttered to herself.

"Very good," he drawled, "have you been staring into those pretty eyes?"

"You're the Handsome man." She said suddenly, only he winds me up about Jaqen and it can't be the Waif without her making a snide comment.

"Handsome? Does Jaqen know you call me that? What gave me away?"

She shrugged, "Why are you pretending to be him?"

"I merely wanted to know what you did to my brother to make him so angry... no that's not the right word, agitated? Irritable?" he shrugged, "You get the idea. Especially when asked how you got on killing your target."

She scowled at him, "I asked first and you never answered my question, why Jaqen?" When he made no intent to answer her she chewed her bottom lip, "I may have seduced him and intended to bed him."

"Ah jealousy, I should have guessed it. A girl does look rather delectable." he said stepping closer and stroking a strand of her hair between his fingers as she glared at him, "It's a shame the feast has already begun." his hand ran down her neck tracing the bruises, the touch gentle, almost sensual.

What is he doing? She stood back abruptly, shocked by his advance and trying to avoid his touch. My hair needs to grow quicker, I can't stand people looking at me, at least if it reached my shoulders I would be able to hide better.She wanted to scream at him to shout, 'what the hell he thought he was doing' but for once the words wouldn't come.

His hand dropped to his side, "I didn't realise you and my brother were so close, I always knew he liked you, anyone could see it from the way he acted around you and that coin. But you little wolf, I only noticed after that little stunt in the training room the other day."

"I- I that wasn't- we were playing a game." he raised an eyebrow at that, "No that's not what I mean. He's training me."

"Oh, is he teaching you seduction?" She gave him a small nod and he grinned back, "Those were my favourite games, much better than the game of faces. Seduce me little wolf." Game? Is it just a game to Jaqen? He did say it was a lesson in the beginning. Does he not feel the same way as me? What's real? She blinked at him but he laughed, "I could always ask the Stern man or the Kindly man but I don't think you're into that, you like red heads." he gave her a smirk that she so desperately wanted to slap off his face "There's still someone in there," he said pointing to where her heart was beating rapidly beneath her chest, "I don't think Arya stark wants to leave." No, he can't know. Jaqen said not to let anyone know. I am no one.

"Excuse me, I have duties that need attending to." she stepped back "Oh, and I'm sure I heard one of your brothers were looking for you."

"Liar. Haven't you learnt that we're masters of deceit, taught to tell between truth and lies or has my brother been so distracted that he's forgot to teach that to you."

"Yes, I recall being taught that," she snapped, "and yes, I lied. I knew you would catch me, but I thought you would understand. I was only trying to be polite, I was told it's not deemed socially acceptable to tell someone to fuck off."

"With an attitude like that I really do wonder how you keep seducing all these men, it's a good thing I'm assisting with your chores today, maybe you could show me little cat or is it she-wolf. I can't keep up anymore, a girl has too many names." he said with a grin, heaving the lifeless body over his shoulder and carrying it through to the side room, leaving Arya to follow growling and lip curling behind him.

He laid the body on the table and looked expectantly down at her, waiting for her to help undress and remove valuables from the corpse. Arya moved silently past him choosing to ignore him.I don't need and didn't ask for his help anyway. She rummaged through the pockets of the corpse, only finding a few coins. The Handsome man just stood their staring at her, face a blank slate of emotion, unreadable. She chewed her cheek, wondering if she should say anything.

"I thought you said you were going to help." She finally snapped after staring hard at him, she tried to be nice but the words came out harsh and biting as she ground her teeth together in distaste.

"And I am." He said casually leaning against the door frame.

"No you're not"

"You're not doing anything either." He gestured at the body.

"How mature of you."

"You started it, how do you expect to become faceless if you can't control your own temper and keep arguing with all the masters trying to help you. You forget we are the ones who decide if you're ready and teach you."

"You're arguing with me how are you no one then."

"But this face isn't mine." he kept changing his appearance pulling away face after face "I'm no one and can be anyone. This personality isn't really me I can choose how I want to behave it's all an act, but you still can't control your own emotions, you're still someone inside." he said walking closer and poking her in the chest this time.

Her face fell into a stony cold mask, "Are you going to help then?"

"If you would like help."

"I don't need help nor want help especially from you but I know you're going to do the complete opposite of what I say anyway."

"Well done you're learning." he said winking and patting her shoulder she just growled in response. "A girl does seem tense... does she need a man to help relieve her?" the Handsome man whispered huskily innovating Jaqen's accent.

"What?" she questioned brow creasing and shaking her head "Stop doing that."

"Is the great Jaqen H'ghar not fulfilling your every desire." he whispered coming up behind her as she removed the clothing from the body of the dead girl. "Maybe he's not as good with his tongue as I originally thought, maybe he shouldn't take this contract."

"What- no- I don't know what you're talking about." she stuttered, "Wait, what contract?"

He shrugged ignoring her, "I think you know exactly what I'm talking about little She-wolf, you're a useless liar." A brush of hair tickled her neck as his breath was right at her ear now and she had to refrain from shivering, his Lorathi accent was back, "A man can show a girl what to do so she can do it herself or a man can simply do it for her, he can assure the girl that he is well practiced in the art."

"What? No." she paused in removing the girl's shoes, "Besides I know what to do." she refused to turn and give the Handsome man the satisfaction in seeing her flustered expression. Why is he getting to me? She was used to the masters trying to get a rise out of her. Arya could almost sense his smile against her neck.

"Like I said little wolf, a girl seems tense." he squeezed her shoulders feeling the tension and knots that had built up, "And she is very irritable... just like her master. I'm going to put two and two together and make a speculation, you two didn't fuck." He waited for a response from her but Arya remained silent, "Your silence says it all little wolf. Maybe Jaqen did learn his lesson after all."

She had to take a deep breath through her nose so as not to snap at him and prove his point, his hands were still working at her shoulders kneading into her muscles. As much as she loathed to admit it, it felt good to relieve some of her pent-up tension it was just a shame that it was him specifically that was helping. She took another long inhale of breath before replying, "I am not irritable."

"You are. Just remember little wolf, a good fuck will get it all out of your system." his hands left her shoulders trailing down her sides to rest just above her hips.

She shook his hands off and ground her teeth continuing with her task as if nothing was wrong.

"Thank you for your advice," she muttered "but I don't need your help, I'm not weak."

"If you say so, but don't worry little wolf I don't go for the weak women I find the feisty ones are much more passionate in bed."

She turned blushing furiously to see a smirk plastered across Jaqen's face and he winked at her. Jaqen? Stop it. It's the Handsome man. What is he playing at? I'll show him. If I kill him in the training room maybe It could pass as an accident.

"I can see what you're thinking, are you sure you don't just want to go to the training room to recreate that scene with you and your master I'll even let you be on top."

She slammed her fists against the table "I've had enough of this." and stormed towards the door.

"You haven't finished your work." he called after her in a lazy drawl his usual face back and an eyebrow raised waiting for her comeback.

"You do it." she growled swinging the door open.

"That's not how authority works, I tell you what to do." she heard before the door slammed shut with enough force to make the walls vibrate.