I needed to get out of Red's Keep for a bit, and I knew that the rest of the Stark Family would be occupied with what was there win Red's Keep. It's been a daySo I decided to go into Flea Bottom to find Gaila and see if I could find something else to do. I wasn't going to make the dresses until tomorrow, since I had a funny feeling that I was going to be here for awhile if Queen Cersei wanted me to make her dresses for both her and her daughter. Thankfully, I was given a guard to come with me and make sure nothing was going to happen to me. I met him, thanks to Eddard Stark, and we were introduced to each other in the courtyard.

"Nora this is Brennon Mest, a member of one of my guards. He just arrive this morning from being in the East at my good sister's home." Eddard Stark explained to me, having me look and see the guard there in front of me. He was wearing his amour that had the stark direwolf on the shoulders, having me see that there was some history behind him, the worn look on his armor showed that he and years behind his service. But his face looked rather young, younger than Sophia but older than Robb Stark, right in the middle. His face was kissed by the sun, making me wonder how why he was ever in the North since he looked like he belonged in the South kingdoms. But then again, he would of traveled all around for the sake of Eddard Stark and for his bidding. He had kind eyes, they are bright green against his tanned skin and light brown hair and stubble on his face near his jawline. I curtseyed at him, wearing another green dress that I made for myself in winter fell and having my hair in a braid against my neck and down my shoulder.

"A pleasure to meet you Sir Brennon." I said to him aloud, seeing him bow to my slightly and having me hear the amore move with his body.

"The same to you Miss." He explained to me aloud.

"I asked Brennon to accompany you on your trip into Red Keep today." Lord Stark explained to me aloud, having me look at him with still a unconvincing stare.

"I don't want to trouble him with walking with me, I'm sure I would be alright there myself." I said to him, no longer wanting to be a burden to him as I saw him shake his head.

"Nora, I promised Lord Aaron that you will be safe, and Flea Bottom is not a place for a young woman with your stature to walk around in alone." Lord Stark explained to me aloud, having me see the seriousness in his stare on me. It was if he was having a moment of being a father on me, wanting me to be safe. He placed a gentle hand on my shoulder, having me say nothing as he looked on.

"You are under my protection, Nora. And as long as you are, I promise you that nothing will harm you whilst you are with my family." He explained to me once more, having me nod my head finally and show him my approval of the situation. As long as he wanted to, he couple protect me and make sure nothing bad was going to happen. The only thing that would stand in my sight of fear was Cersei Baratheon, and I had a hunch that I wasn't the only one she was targeting.

But that was a hunch.

Brennon and I walked through Flea Bottom, side by side as we saw vendors watching us with both fascination and intrigue. I had my handed folded in front of me, walking in a slow manner as Brennnon was next to me, his hand on the sword handle and looking around whilst we walked. I looked over at him from time to time, hearing the roaring waves of the poor talking to each other and the livestock moving around as well. With the sun beating down on us, I could feel the heat radiating off my skin though I wore my house colors.

"Sir Brennon." I said aloud, seeing him look down at me as we walked, "How long have you been in service with Eddard Stark and his House?"

"Since I was a young lad." He replied, his voice was gruff but had a hint of sincerity behind it, "I wanted to learn how to wield a sword when I was very young, and my father thought it would be useful for me to be a guard when I grew up. It's a suitable position for me to have." I nodded my head as he spoke about it.

"And you get to travel around?" I asked him, seeing him look down at me with a raised eyebrow.

"How do you assume that?" He asked me, wonder in his tone of voice.

"I could tell that you have been in the sun a good amount of times, the color of your skin gives it away. As a native of the North, having tan skin is not normal for a Northerner. Also, your armour looks worn, almost as if you refuse to tend to it." I explained to him, first pointing to his skin on his face and then to his armor. He then smiled, a small one as we turned a corner to another street.

"You are observant, for certain." he merely replied.

"But where have you gone?" I asked him with a tilt of my head. If he was going to be around me for awhile, I might as well get to know the man.

"I've been all over, Miss Nora. The houses in the East, along both of the seas in ships, and I have even venture far North to The Wall." He explained to me, having me be fascinated to where he went. It made me a bit jealous that he got to see all that I wanted to see, where the wild men ran free along the hills, storms along the seas and the chill of the highest North Wall. His life was more adventurous than mine, having me feel as though I as at a stand still in my life.

Brennon was talking to a vendor with food a couple of stalls away from me, but keeping a close eye on me as I was looking at the one stall where there were materials out to show. I traced the patterns on the materials with my fingers, feeling it under my fingers and seeing the cools intensified because of the sun. A deep, sky blue with a hint of gray in it, a marvelous medium shade of purple and gold. All of these placed my materials at home to shame, and I wished I would have them all. It made me miss home, my simpler life and the old routine I would have. I wondered what Sophia was doing at that moment.

"Hello pretty one." I heard next to me in a slur, having me move away suddenly and see a man in front of me next to the stall, looking down at me with a greasy look on his face and a sloppy look in his stance, "What's a pretty thing like you doing here alone."

"Leave me be sir." I said in a low tone, moving away from him but then seeing him reach out to me, grasping my wrist in his slimy hand. I looked past him, not being able to find Brennon for a moment but then the man move so close to me I could smell the wine on his lips.

"Come now, let me take you away from here." He said so close to my skin I cringed. Something like this was going to happen to me sometime in my life, and I blamed the fast that I left my home because of it. I should of stayed in Thedra Ascent, away from the world and all that it had, at least I was safe. But then he was pushed away from me with a brute force that his hand left my wrist. I looked behind me, thinking it was Brennon that came around, but it wasn't No, it was someone else, someone who was taller and bigger than me, towering over me slightly and had a stern look on his face.

"Come on Ross, lay off the woman alright?" He had a low tone, almost threatening. His black hair was slick against his forehead, swept to the side to show his tan skin and how it glistened in the sun. But the one thing that caught me off guard, was his eyes. How blue they were, very blue and bright.

"Back off Bastard, or should I run and tell your master?" the man slurred at him aloud as I moved to the side and the man stood in front of me.

"Aye you can, and then you can answer to the knight behind you who was escorting this young lady here. I doubt he would want to hear you feeling up a member of the House of Stark, eh?" The young man asked, having me see the drunk's eye go wide and he whirled around, having me see him look at Brennon, whom was still occupied but a Gold Cloak guard. He looked back at the young man, whom was still somewhat blocking me from him. The drunk eyed him.

"You wouldn't." He said in a threatening tone. But the hong man shrugged his shoulders, how big they were compared to me next to him.

"Your choice Ross. I can scream if you want." And with that, the drunk scampered off and I sighed in relief, having my own voice be caught in my throat as the young man looked at me dead one. He was no longer looking threatened as he did before, but it was a bit softer as he looked down at me, towering over me since I was a bit smaller in height compared to him.

"Are you alright Milday?" he asked me aloud, his voice was still low but softer. I clutched my dress in front of me, trying to compose myself once more.

"Thank you, but I am no lady." I replied back to him, seeing him look at me with confusion. At first, I had no idea why he was confused himself, but then I looked down at the dress I was wearing, seeing that I was in fact rather too dressed up for some place like this.

"You have a knight following you." He said in a fact kind of tone, but I looked over, seeing Brennon look at me with concern in his face. Brennon was about to walk over, but I waved at him and mouth that it was fine. He eyed me, seeing that I was only talking to someone, and then stayed in his spot as I looked back to the young man.

"He's only a escort." I explained to him, seeing him nod his head, shifting from one foot to another. I felt bad then, almost snapping at him for calling me a Lady and I moved my hair from my eyes.

"Thank you for helping me." I said to him in a soft tone, almost loosing my breath and trying to compose myself. But how could I, since his eyes were making me loose my train of thought. I kew those eyes, at least I thought I did, since it took me back to being a young girl in the same streets of Flea Bottom. He had the same hair and eyes, and I had the same fascination with him.

"Of course…" He said, trailing off since he had no idea what my name was. I smiled nervously from his remark and I saw Brennon out of the corner of my eye walking our way.

"Nora." I replied to him, "And your name is?"

"Gendry." He replied back to me in a smaller tone, in which I was seeing Brennon walk over and place his hand on my lower back, ushering me away.

"Come Miss, we need to leave the streets for the day." He said to me in a urged tone, having me walk with him and then look behind me once more at the young man, who stood still and watched me walk away. I watched him again, going back to when I was five years old once more and seeing him on the street and having the same look. HIs eyes, the hair and how he stood as if he was all alone in the world. As my hair blew in front of my eyes. His name ringed in my brain.

Gendry.