James awoke.

He was... alive?

He wasn't in the seven hells? Then that means that what he saw before his sight faded must have been a dream. A nice dream, though. Seven hells, that girl was beautiful.

"You shouldn't move too much after a stabbing like that. The bleeding might have been stopped, but moving too much or acting to strenuously might cause you unnecessary injuries. For now, just rest."

A voice like silver bells... wait, what on earth?

It was at this point that he realized his position. He was still lying on his back, facing up. But the wound on his stomach no longer burned, and he longer felt himself weakening. Instead, except for a dull ache, the stab itself no longer hurt. He was still in that filthy alley, still covered in blood... and as he looked up, he saw himself looking up to one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen.

Pale, creamy and smooth skin. Purple eyes gazed down upon him, somehow exotic yet filled to the brim with concern. Silver hair surrounded her face, pale white, making her look appear angelic. Like that of the Targaryens, or the rumored prostitutes of Lys.

The prettiest girl he had ever seen... and he was lying on her lap. It was so comfortable. He felt as if he could just lie there forever...

"Hey, you better not be thinking dirty thoughts about my daughter! Otherwise, I'll have to freeze several of your body parts off!" A high pitched voice appeared out of nowhere, startled, James leapt to his feet, abandoning that extremely comfortable position to look around. He saw noone, no one that could have spoken yet remained hidden. Where was he? Where was the threat?

"Puck, don't startle him. He's just been injured. Give him a break." The girl's voice rang out, with a note of admonishment towards the speaker. Then he saw who had spoken. A strange, ferret like creature, was... floating in the air? It was small, enough to fit in his hand, with a tail several times its body length. Its fur, was grey and white. A small purple accessory was hanging on its shoulder. And it was... talking and floating?

"A demon? Or a spirit?" He asked, stupefied by the sight before him. Old man Septon had always warned against beings like this, monsters guised in unremarkable or even attractive forms, hoping to tempt men away from the Light of the Seven. At least, that as what he said when he wasn't chugging down wine or being stone cold drunk. Was this what he meant? But the girl had saved his life. Surely it couldn't be all that bad.

"I don't know what you're thinking of, but don't be so scared. As long as you're not a danger to my daughter, I don't really care about you." the creature was now winking at him, spinning around in the air without a care in the world. It didn't look dangerous, but you could never tell with magic. And that would explain how he was still alive. He only hoped that it didn't render him sterile. Or later transform him into a withered husk of a man. "So... you're friendly? Not going to cripple my limbs, blind me, or render me sterile? Nor transform me into a withered corpse?"

That prompted a retort from the girl. "Of course not. Puck would never do such a thing. Besides, I need something from you." Of course. No one helped another for help. Not in Kings Landing. Especially not in Flea bottom. What would she ask for? Coin? Money? Service? Be her slave? Nobles like her were always capricious and unreasonable. Whatever. If it was too much, he'll just kill her. Not like sorcerers are good in close combat, anyway.

"I would like you to tell me where I am. Just a few minutes ago, I was in the forest. And then I suddenly found myself within this city. Tell me, where am I in Lugnica?" The girl seemed to be... totally lost. In fact, she didn't seem to even know that this was the capital. James had never heard of Lugnica. If it existed, it was very very far from Kings Landing.

"I'm afraid... that I've never heard of that place. If it exists, its quite far from here. I'm afraid that if you go there, you'll probably need to either hire a wagon or take a ship." This did not seem to surprise nor deter the girl. Brushing her skirts, she began to leave. "Thank you for your help. Let us meet again."

"Wait! Is that all? You saved my life! Aren't you going to ask for more? I didn't even help you!" James didn't usually look a gift horse in the mouth. But this was a new thing for him. Someone had helped him, even saved his life... and did not ask for anything in compensation. This had literally never happened before. People don't help each other in Flea Bottom. The entire place was rotten, from top to bottom. For goodness sake, he had seen men kicking children's corpses into ditches without anyone even raising an eyebrow! Even if James was no her, he couldn't stand the thought of having his life saved and not doing anything with it.

"Do you even know where this place is?" A shake of the head confirmed his suspicions. "This is Flea Bottom, of Kings Landing. This is a total shithole. I don't know what kind of magic you have. But if you're not prepared here, you'll get enslaved, robbed, killed, or worse. At the very least, let me escort you around. They call me the False Knight. People tend to give me a wide berth. Or at the very least, let me bring you back to my place. Unless you have someone waiting for you back at home?"

The girl blinked, and replied. "No, I have no family nor friends back there. Its just a familiar environment. Though... this place does seem rather run down." She glanced at the dirty walls and the trash littering the streets. "There's no need for you to invite me back. Its just a small thing I did-"

"Small thing!" This time, James was almost shouting, but he held himself back. "You saved my life. I admit it, I'm not a good person. Nor a decent one. But let it never be said that I am ungrateful." With that, she could only nod, albeit hesitantly. "Oh, and by the way, what's your name? Mine's James."

"Emilia."

"That's a wonderful name." he said absentmindedly. "Also another thing. With that appearance of yours, please cover your face. It'll get you killed or kidnapped over here."

A/N: Please review. Especially the dialogue.