Home, wasn't the place where T and Sam took her to. Instead they took her to the Maegor's holdfast where Tyrion was now staying, there was a spare bedchamber where they all agreed where Charley could stay and be looked after properly. On the way, Charley pushed herself a step at a time, moving slowly, she tried to move quicker, but her body was too frail and exhausted to do such a simple task. Yet she kept going, under the eyes of concern expressed by both Sam and T, Shadow kept near his master, looking up and sharing his worry for her; all three have seen how frail Charley had grown within the large amount of months of staying in the city, the strain she had put herself under and the continuous personal battle she endured.

The heat hit her hard, sweat started to pour down her face making her clothes stick to her. She felt embarrassed, as she could smell herself and it weren't a pleasant kind of smell, she guessed that the others could smell her too, but they were too polite to say so.

"Can…can we pause for a moment?" Charley asked breathless, as she leaned onto a wall, trying to catch her breath. She looked around her, none of the people that surrounded the streets gave her a glance, which she was thankful for, she was again a ghost to the people. "T, can you give me a hand? I don't think I can handle the rest on my own."

"Of course." T replied, before turning to Sam, to say something, but Charley couldn't catch anything what he said.

The rest of the way was easier. T wrapped his arm around Charley's back, so she could lean onto him, and let her wrap her arm around his neck for support, he was stronger than he looked. But as their course of direction was clear, Charley paused, confused on where they were going, that was when T explained the situation. Charley only let her brother help her the rest of the way to the spare bedroom at Maegor's holdfast, due to be too tired to fight. Had she done too much fighting, was she allowed to give up? Or could she continue on fighting?

…

The days had been a blur. It seemed she had been asleep mostly, but Charley couldn't keep up what time it was. When she woke it would be very bright outside, or dark, either she could hear people outside the door and below in the streets, or it would be silent. She felt drunk on sleep, her body paralyzed under the bed covers, preventing her to move out the bed. When awake her body yelled in pain, reminding her why she was at Maegor's holdfast, and not in her own bed; surrounded by four walls that held her secrets. However, none kept the presence of Death away.

Maesters visited her daily, checking her health and giving her dozes of the poppy. At first, Charley noticed they were mindful, she guessed that T and the others mentioned that she hated potions and was stubborn, when it came to being ill, thinking she didn't need any ones help. Yet they saw, Charley didn't propose a threat and wouldn't harm them, she laid still and let them do what they needed to do and accepted the poppy, welcoming sleep like an old friend. Nevertheless, some of the dreams were restless, causing her to wake up in a sweat.

In addition to the Maesters, T, Sam and the others visited her, none knew when it was appropriate to visit, as Charley would be knocked out for a short amount of hours, or days, but that didn't stop them staying for a while and look after her. When awake, they would talk to Charley, although it would be forgotten about when she woke again, but it gave her comfort and let her know she had people still on her side. She even accepted to see Allen, however, none spoke of their last meeting; as they were both too embarrassed. Even Lady Sansa and Lady Margery visited her, they came together on the first visit and dismissed Charley's apologizes of being unprepared, then they came alone sometimes at night, or early evening, both brought food, yet they guessed that Charley didn't have the appetite, they also brought flowers, but it didn't cheer Charley up.

Both Tyrion and Pod visited, but Charley found it difficult on what to say to them both, she found herself apologizing to Tyrion, on what she had brought on his door step, which made him make difficult decisions. However, he dismissed the apology and made a comment about his family making him make difficult decision every day of his life, which made her smile. When Bronn visited, Charley found herself asking what was happening outside the room, and what was Andrew doing, but the man didn't answer her questions, maybe on purpose, or he didn't know. On his first visit, Charley noticed a look of discomfort in his dark eyes when they landed on her, she noticed it took him a few days to visit her, but she didn't blame him; she had become a ghost.

Equally, T and Sam stayed longer than the rest. They spoke trying to pretend that nothing happened, yet Charley noticed their looks of concern every time their eyes landed upon her, and in the silence, she knew what kind of questions they wanted to ask, what they all wanted to ask her. Sam stayed most nights. Most of the time they just laid in silence, both thankful for each other's company, yet Charley found herself laying awake most nights, listening to Sam's steady breath when asleep, and studied her face.

If I have to die, Charley thought, I'll die with Sam's face burned into my mind. She knew Sam was craving her affection and body, but Charley was always tired, even turning had become difficult without letting out a groan of pain. When Sam couldn't visit, T stayed with her, telling her gossip he had heard from different people. Charley pretended to care, yet none of it interested her, he is trying to distract us both from what happened, Charley thought.

Another day passed, when Charley's eyes opened from another deep sleep. The sun enveloped the room, reminding her she was far away from home, and under a stranger's roof, making her heart be swallowed in the darkness that contained within her. A home, she had craved for years, it was something that looked stable and warm, something she didn't have living in the wild, a place full of love and could return to. Yet hers was full of ghosts, both recalled no names, but they held love, as well as guilt, would they be proud, Charley thought, as she looked up at the ceiling.

A smile formed upon her face, as Charley felt rugged fur rub against her neck, before Shadow licked her cheek, as if he was saying morning. She reached her right hand over and started to scratch the dog behind his ear, in which he appreciated. He had always been there for her, protected her and guarded her, a little team they made.

She pushed herself forward, although her body was yelling at her, even Shadow let out a whimper, but she ignored them both. Pushing herself to sit on the edge of the bed, her head started to swim, making her hold onto the mattress tightly, while closing her eyes, to let the dizzy spell pass, before standing up. However, even standing up she faced some troubles: she felt her body shake, and her feet unstable.

"Come on you idiot," Charley mumbled to herself, "You have fought men, and killed more than you can count, you can walk to the door."

In fact, Charley did finally made it to the door, she stumbled a few times, yet she hung on to the canopy of the bed tightly, to steady her. She kept mumbling to herself, while Shadow stayed on the bed, looking anxious and ready to help his master if need be. Yet, opening the door, she found Sam standing outside with Bronn, it seemed they were about to enter the room, but both were stunned to find Charley standing.

"Morning." Charley said sheepishly.

"Mor… Charley why are you doing out of bed?" Sam asked, she noticed that Charley was holding on tightly to the door frame; her knuckles were turning pure white telling them both she was finding it hard to keep up right.

"I-I wanted to stretch my legs, but it seems a harder task than I thought." Charley admitted, she knew she couldn't lie to Sam again, she was given another chance with life, could she turn it around and start a fresh?

"Charley…"

"I know, I get back to bed." Charley said, while letting go of the door frame, she turned around and took a few small steps. Before her body decided to betray her and made her nearly fall onto the floor, but a hand wrapped around her body and help lift her back onto her feet. She looked up and met Bronn's dark eyes, before looking away embarrassed.

"That is why you are ordered to stay in bed." He said, but he wasn't angry, he knew how stubborn Charley could be, but without looking over her, she would push herself too hard and bring more damage to herself.

"No one didn't order me…" Charley said, letting Bronn help her back to bed.

"Fine, I order you to stay in bed, until you are fit to walk, or else I'll have guards stationed outside the door." He added, but he noticed worry seeping into her eyes, as she looked back at the door, as she pushed herself back to rest her back on the headboard of the bed. "Andrew hasn't got everyone under his control, Charley."

"I know, I know, but that doesn't stop him from coming here. He has power and money, and what do I have? Guards are only influenced by power and money, they are under the order of the King."

"What about Lady Margaery?" Sam suggested.

"What about her?"

"She could mention it to the King…"

"It wouldn't work, Sam. What are my, to the Realm anyways? I am just a commoner, and worth nothing."

"Not to us."

"Yes, but you are not the king."

"You fought in the battle of Blackwater."

"Aye, but what did I receive? Life threatening injuries, broken bones and a broken spirit. While some received titles, lands, money." Charley answered, her eyes glanced at Bronn, who welcomed himself to a chair, but he didn't add anything to the argument. "Sam, you are just wasting your breath. I am a woman living in a man's world, I have fought alongside men nearly all my life, as well as killed many, and I have received nothing in return, but scars and broken bones."

"It couldn't hurt if we asked, Charley, could it?" Sam asked, sitting herself on the bed next to Charley's hip, her body facing her. "Both Lady Stark and Tyrell has been giving you high praises, and they would see you safe."

Charley knew she was also wasting her own breath, as Sam reminded her how stubborn she could be. None of her words of being fine would settle her apprehensive mind, if she had it her way, Sam would look after Charley twenty four seven, yet she didn't have her own way. At night, Charley always wondered what Sam was dreaming of as she laid beside her: did she ever appear in them, or was Charley just a fleeting memory? Was Sam safe? Was she far away from harm, Death and Andrew's grip? Was Sam dreaming of a faraway place, a place none believed to see? Were they both happy and appreciated each other's presence?

Many times, Charley thought of her future with Sam, her heart promised the dream of love and the desire of being part of something big, yet a small part of her mind reminded Charley what she could offer Sam in return. How long, could Sam suffer the consequences of being in love with a wild thing? Charley thought, Andrew's hit and threat reminded her the pain and the whirlwind of love operated. She knew Sam was a strong woman, she knew how to look after herself, Charley even taught her a few moves with the sword, and tricks with a dagger a few times before, yet she had turned them upon Charley to get her way in the bed; she is very pervasive, Charley noted.

"Sam," Charley called one night, as they laid together in bed, Sam rested her head upon Charley's chest, while Charley's arms wrapped around her small waist. "All the time we have known each other, I haven't asked you about your history, as where you are from."

"I am a whore, Charley, my past is not important, I am just a thing to please others." Sam replied plainly.

"But you are important to me, you are more than a whore, you a human too." Charley argued, while raising herself, resting on her elbows, making Sam lean on her side to see Charley's face, her bruises were fading, but she had gained some more cuts, yet it didn't diminish her beauty. "Sam, I don't say this enough, but I love you, I want to spend rest of my days with you, I don't care what the others think, or say, they can go and fuck themselves. Nothing matters when I am with you."

"Such charming words." Sam teased, after planting a kiss upon Charley's lips. "Yet, I sense your concern for my health and my position when we are together. Charley, you need to learn how to relax, but I do appreciate your concern. Everyone does, but they are not your problem, some things you cannot prevent, though it seems wrong and unforgivable, things happen and people are punished, despite being guilty or not." Sam paused to lean closer, and looked deeper into Charley's eyes. "You have to learn to put yourself first. That is what separates you from most of the men that is what makes you loveable also."

Charley accepted Sam's lips, she hadn't forgotten how they fitted hers so perfectly, she knew how peculiar it sounded, but it did seem they were made for each other. Despite the urge of pulling Sam closer, Charley torn herself away, as pain started to shoot up her spine making her let out a small groan.

"But I will tell you what you want to know." Sam added, after watching Charley lay herself back down on the bed. "I am from the here myself, my mother was a whore too, though she was not from this place. My father I don't know about, he could be anyone, but I learned not to care. I was not brought up in brothels, as you may suspect.

"When I was born, my mother tried to raise me on her own, she stopped being a whore, and tried her hand at different jobs to raise enough money to give me and my older siblings; a decent kind of life. However, one day she came down with a fever, and her health never returned. My older siblings tried to help out, yet it was too late, my mother died when I was ten, by then the others had jobs and tried to raise me up themselves, but it seemed I was too much to handle. They soon sold me to the trade that I am famous for. I do not know if they are still here in the city, or have moved away. When I first lived at the first brothel I lived in, I sometimes wandered around the streets hoping to meet any of my siblings, wishing they would take me back, but that thought quickly disappeared. I learnt I was on my own in this world and to get on top I had to use my body. A few years later, came quickly and I now work for Lord Bealish, and I am one of the best whores in King's Landing. Not a great life, but that is mine."

Charley let silence follow Sam's words, and held Sam close to her, she noticed her words didn't come easy to her, she guessed Sam never wanted to speak truth of her past to anyone, as it made her feel embarrassed and a burden to those who loved her. They both felt the same yearn of wanting to belong, feel what love had to offer, yet they learnt the harsh reality of the lie that life promised them all different ways.

"As we are speaking of true words, Charley, I have been thinking myself." Sam said, her words soft, yet there was a serious tone within. She turned her head, and looked up at Charley to look in her eyes again. "Since we've been together for a while, we should start thinking of our future."

"What do you mean?"

"Marriage."

Charley stared at Sam, she tried not to look shocked, but she guess her plan failed, as Sam lifted herself up, so she was sitting up and looking down at Charley. "Sam, I love you, Gods know I love you. I wish we could get married, but right now, the time isn't right, and we are breaking the law just seeing each other and…"

"Fucking each other." Sam added, while accepting one of Charley's arms around her waist, to pull her close.

"Yes. Why have you been thinking of this?"

"It seems that everyone is getting married, but I have been thinking of the subject when I visited you when you were still unconscious from the battle of Blackwater." Sam replied, she laid her hands on Charley's chest, while looking back into Charley's eyes. She felt her eyes filling up with tears, recalling seeing Charley laying in her bed the first time, her cuts covered up, her wrist bounded, while her body looked frail and pale; it seemed only by a miracle she woke up. It was also the first time when Sam found out that Charley disobeyed orders and fought on the battle field instead of the wall. "There was little doubt that you would…open your eyes again. I truly felt alone and scared. I-I-I have never loved anyone before, and that is why I want to be always be with you."

"We don't have to be married…" Charley added, cubing Sam's chin and wipe the leaked tears that escaped.

"I know, but it would be official, and we would have children..."

"Children? You really have thought this a lot."

"Well obviously, we cannot have children, only if we adopt…"

Charley let her hand drop from Sam's chin and eased herself to a comfortable sitting position, as she felt pain shooting through her spine again. "If we adopt, then how do you think the child would act to having two mothers?"

"You favored without any parents."

"I would not wish anyone to go through what I had to endure."

"The child wouldn't. It would have the both of us, two supportive people, who love each other dearly. You could teach them all they need to know how to defend their selves, and the world, while I cook, and look after them." Sam argued her case.

"I am not against the idea, Sam, but it is a life time thing, and I don't think I would be as good as you think."

"You were good with Tyler."

Charley frowned with confusion, trying to remember who Tyler was, but she guessed it was one of the whore's babies she was forced to look after, while Sam prepared her birthday gift. "That was because I had a short amount of time with him, and I only had to distract him."

"There is another option." Sam added, after a few seconds of silence. "I cannot get pregnant, which is a reason why men favor me, so they wouldn't have a bastard with the same look as them. Which means that you can give birth to a baby." Sam indicated, while watching Charley stare at her with confusion, as if she didn't hear her correctly, but as she tried to let her words sink in, she frowned with disbelief, before turning herself around, so she was sitting on the edge of the bed. "Just listen to me, Charley, you can choose who you want to bed with, it won't be a permanent thing; all you have to is have sex."

"You make it sound so simple." Charley stated, she couldn't face Sam, she felt embarrassed, as well as guilty. She had known that Sam would ask her of the two things. She had guessed that was what Sam dreamt of since they met, yet it seemed it all depended on her, could she fulfill Sam's dream by any of the actions suggested, or was she the one who would take it away from her?

"Three men come to mind. All you know…"

"Who are they?" Charley asked, yet she quickly regretted asking.

"Pod, but he isn't experienced in the bed chamber, as well he may be clingy." Sam replied. "Or there is Allen, I know he loves you, Charley and he will not shame you in this task. Or there is Bronn, he wouldn't want anything to do with the baby, but he will protect you as he always have done."

"I cannot believe you are asking me this, Sam. This is a major thing you are asking me to do. Something I feel uncomfortable about." Charley finally explained. "I wouldn't be able to face one of the three; ever again."

"Its just sex…"

"You're a whore Sam that is your job." Charley said cutting Sam, another thing she regretted to say. "You even admitted that Allen loves me, he may not recluently let this go."

"Then Bronn?"

"Sam, please stop. I cannot do it, if I fall pregnant, I won't be able to my job, and the men would disregard me entirely."

"But what of us?"

"I do love you, Sam. I just cannot think of myself in that situation you ask me of."

"Then don't, let whoever you chose do their job and everything be done."

"You really are stubborn." Charley stated after a few seconds of silence.

"You love me for it."

"Will you let it go, if I think about it?"