The rest of the ride to Kings Landing was a bit sad and somber for both Arya and Sansa. Since the incident with Joffrey and Nymeria, Sansa's own Direwolf Lady had to be executed for the sake of keeping the peace between the two houses. Joffrey wanted justice, and it made me del even worse for Sansa when her own Direwolf was caught in the crossfire, since King Robert was more than willing to have Eddard punish the children on his own but Queen Cersei wanted the direwolf dead for the sake of her son. Poor Sansa, whom was more somber now and less excited to go to Kings Landing. Even with a nice Joffrey beside her to woo her, she was not the same without Lady.

Arya was just as sad, if not worse. Nymeria was sent off into the woods and never seen again, just for the sake that she won't be killed. Arya was mourning just as bad as Sansa, loosing her friend and direwolf at the hands of Joffrey and his need for dominance. It made me secretly hate him even more, though I knew that if I was voice it aloud I would loose my own hand. Even Joffrey looked at me in a sour state and asked Sansa why I was even part of the trip to King's Landing.

"She's a Bastard, she doesn't belong with us!" He snarled under his breath as I walked by with Arya, having me feel the hate on the back of my neck.

"She's not a Bastard though." Sansa said in a softer tone, having feel the concern in her tone and almost the sadness in it. I wanted to thank Sansa for taking care of us then, but then again I wouldn't want to look back at see him scowl at me. Arya looked up at me and saw the uneasiness in my face as we rode together on the road. I felt as though he placed a new name on me, a bad name. Being called a Bastard in Westeros was a insult, since Bastard were not looked on likely, especially with the Royal families. But I knew I wasn't a Bastard, both of my parents were married together. That was all I knew, somehow however the way he said it made me feel lower than low.

"You're not a Bastard Nora." She whispered to me, having me look at her. For the first time since the incident at Crossroad Inn, she spoke to me. She wasn't mad at me, but she was mad enough to shut everyone out around her. Not only for what happened to Nymeria, but the death of her friend Mycah whom died under mysterious reasons, having me think that he was in fact killed. I smiled at her, seeing her look at me with a serious look on her face to show that what she said was true.

"Thank you Lady Arya." I replied to her in a hoarse tone, having me look forward once more at the carriage that was holding Queen Cersie. But her head was out and looking over a tme, her eyes drilling into me with a curious look on her face, as if she was analyzing me, I felt petrified on my own horse, although she went back to being inside the carriage and having me wonder some more. Why was she looking at me in such a manner?

What does she want with me?

When we reached King's Landing, I was once again in awe with all that was happening around me. The high walls, the bright sunlight on our fair skin as we got in Red's Keep and got things shifted into the appropriate rooms in the huge area. It was just as if I was a little girl once again, everything around me was tinted gold, brown and red, making me think back at WInterfell when all was gray and silver and a hint of blue. it was such a contrast, even from the green and earthly brown from Thedra's Ascent. My heart was softening, I missed my old home.

I missed the cold mornings and afternoons, being able to have the humble shack that I worked in and even missing the cold sea. King's Landing had a sea as well, but it wasn't the same. It might of been the only thing that reminded me of home. The only thing though, nothing else. A part of me wanted to go to Flea Bottom and find Gaila, if she was still around and working here, and talk to her. She was kind to me when I was a young girl, but now she might not recognize me. There was still hope, still hope for seem silver lining in all of this.

I was under the belief that I wouldn't be in the castle walls myself, but I found myself at the command of Queen Cersi3, whom wanted to see me personally before I did anything else. Even Arya gave me a weary look as to why Cersei wanted to see me alone with no one else, but I had no clue. I find't do anything wrong at all, sos emoting must be under her sleeve. I followed the Gold Cloaks that escorted through the halls and to her personal chambers. My heart was racing at this point, wanting to go hide in whatever room they were going to put me in and not want to come out. This was already too much for me handle. The closer I got to her chambers, the more I wanted to jump out of the window and run as fast as I could.

But I was too late.

The Gold Cloaks opened the door for me, having me walk in and hear the doors closed behind me. The chambers were extravagant, of course belonging to the Queen and having me see her stand by the open balcony with her golden hair flowing in the wind. I walked over, not saying anything at first and waiting for something, anything to happen. What was I going to say to her, more to the point, why was I being called to see her alone. It was a thought she wanted to say something to me that was going to either make me sick or make me cry. At that point I really wish that I would have a guard int he room in order to make sure I didn't die.

"Milday." I said aloud to her, having a small curtsey in me still. I looked down at my own dress, seeing that I was wearing my Thedra Ascent colors and my hair was brushed slightly to be somewhat presentable, thanks to Sansa and a quick fix of my appearance. I was glad she was more cheerful when we got to Kings Landing, helping me before she was whisked off with Joffrey.

Cersei turned around for me to see her fully. She was beautiful, but something was off about her, something was cunning and mysterious underneath her skin. Her gold hair was draped over her shoulders and her crimson dress that beyond radiant from what I saw. She smiled at me, having me feel sweat under my palms.

"Thank you for coming to meet me right after we arrived, Nora. I understand if you are tired from the journey." She explained to me, then motioning to the chair in front of her, "Please sit."

I walked over tentatively to the chair, sitting slowly and watching her as she pour some more wine into her cup and taking a small sip with a smile on her face.

"I take it you like King's Landing?" She asked me aloud as I sat in the chair, feeling as though I was on trial once again. What was it with Highborns talking to lowborns as if they stole a loaf of bread?

"I do, thank you Milady." I replied back to her in a small smile. She nodded her head and walk over to the more luxurious chair that was meant to her, no doubt since it had a lion carved into the chair. I then knew that she was a Lannister, and that was her sigma. A ferocious lion with nothing to hide. And here I was, a small fox in a lion's den.

"I assume you are confused as to why I asked you to come here to King's Landing." I looked at her with a confusion look, just as she said. Eddard Stark me to come with him, but I was still unsure as to why I was needed with them some more. I was more than willing to take my 1,000 silver stag coins and head home, but now here I was at the Capital and learning more about this mystery from the last person I would even want to.

"You asked me to come?" I asked her aloud in a light tone. She grinned widely, her white teeth showing on her delicate but deadly face. She nodded her head.

"I talked to Lord Stark, since I was quite fascinated with the dresses you made for both Sansa and young Arya. They are beautiful dresses, Nora." She explained to her in her delicate tone. I nodded my head at her.

"Thank you Milday." I replied back to her, seeing her study me from her spot on the couch.

"Tell me, young one, how long have you learned the art of making dresses?" She asked me as she leaned forward a bit in the chair and waited for my answer. My mouth felt dry.

"I started learning when I was ten and one, milady. My master Sophia has been a dressmaker for twenty years and when she took me in, she started teaching me." I explained to her in a cautious space and tone.

"And she has raised you?" She asked me, voice sounded less light and little more serious. I eyed her from my spot, seeing that she was wanting to know more about me than I bargained for.

"She raised me, milady." I replied back to her, seeing her blink and few times and then rise from her chair to pace across the room back to the open room where I could hear the sea and see the bright sunlight stream into the room.

"And you have no recollection of your mother or father." She said aloud, not like a question, but more like a statement. I was hesitant then, not knowing if this was supposed to be a serious conversation or light. Why would she care?

"None, Milady." I replied in a lower tone, feeling a bit worse now. First her son, and now her? It made me want to run from them as far and fast as I could.

"I have asked you here because I wish for you to make me a dress." She explained to me aloud, having me watch her with my eyes and stay still, "One for me and one for my young daughter. As soon as I saw the dresses you created, I felt as though my daughter and I should be blessed with the same kind of dresses." She looked back at me, having me see her smile at me once and I nodded my head.

"It would be my honor to make dress for both you and your daughter, milady." I said aloud to her, seeing her nod her head in approval and take another sip from her drink and then look at me up and down for a moment. I saw that she was looking at my features, from my hair to my eyes and it made me squirm in my spot. She then went back to looking at me, a coolness was over her as she spot once more, a hint of coldness was in her tone of voice.

"You seem to resemble the Stark family." She said aloud in a causal conversation, but I was now seeing that something behind her eyes wasn't right. She wasn't thinking anything positive, but then again I could be wrong from what I was seeing, "With the Tully red hair and the grey Stark Eyes. If I didn't know better….you would look like one of the Stark children." My breath was lost as she said thing, something inside the tone of her voice was bitter. Very Bitter. Did she hate the Starks? What was there to see in her eyes and how she was saying it in such a manner? I was about to say something when the doors behind me opened once more. Cersei finally looked way from me and to the door, almost pitiful look on her face as I heard footsteps. She walked over as I got up from the chair, having feeling back in my legs once more and I saw her smile at me.

"I'm sorry to cut this short, but I need to have a meeting with my brother Tyrion. Thank you once again for making dresses for us." She said aloud in her polite tone once more, having me look from her to her brother: Tyrion Lannsiter. He was an Imp, standing smaller than me but I could tell he had as much character as Cersei, it must be part of the family. I curtseyed at him as he bowed at me slightly.

"Tyrion this is Nora, from Thedra Ascent. She is taking dresses for me and your niece." She introduced him to him, having me see him smile at me.

"Pleasure to make your acquaintance." He said aloud to me in a polite tone, but with him it sounded more sincere than it did with his sister, whom was still looking at me up and down as if trying to read my mind. I smiled at him, seeing him look up at me with a small grin on his face.

"The same to you milord." I said aloud before moving away from him to the door. The faster I walked, the safer I was going to feel, since I heard Cersie and Tyrion talk for a brief second before I heard the doors close behind me.

"She's the one. I knew it from the moment I saw her."