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"Nora!" I heard behind me, having me look in the hallway to see Arya run towards me, a smile on her face that has been missing since she lost her Direwolf at Crossroads Inn. She was practically skipping towards me as I was with Brennon and we both were going back out to Flea Bottom to kind dress maker vendors to buy material. It took a bit of work on my end to convince Brennon to come back to Flea Bottom with me, since he was utterly convinced that it was far too dangerous for me to go alone. But then again he was right, thankfully Gendry saved me from being harassed. Another reason why I wanted to go back, to see if I could find him again. It sounded childish, but something drew me back to him. Whether it was his kindness, or even how he looked.

"Good morning Milday." I said to her in a light tone, knowing that it was about to aggravate her. She glared at me, but she knew that with Brennon there, I had to address her that way or else I would be in trouble. She shrugged it off as she approached me, a smile on her face as she was trying to breathe normal once again.

"Father did something amazing!" She said, out of breath as I waited for her to answer.

"What did he do?" I asked her aloud, placing my hands behind my back and looking at Brennon slightly in the process. Even he was a bit interested, putting weight on one leg and then waiting with a amused look on his face.

"He got me lessons! Sword lessons!" She said in glee as I had wide eyes on her now, "He found Needle and was mad at me, but after we talked about it for awhile, he caved in and got me lessons!"

"That sounds great!" I said to her aloud, then seeing her look at me up and down in my travel clothes once more.

"Where are you off to?" She asked me aloud, a hint of curiosity in her tone.

"The Queen wants me to make her dresses for her and her daughter, so I'm going to go to Flea Bottom to get more material and start it tonight." I explained to her, having a bit of a drain in my voice and as she rolled her eyes. She didn't like it here, the same with me. Thankfully, since we became close form Winterfell to here, I was glad to be somewhat open with her and not be afraid about it.

"Sounds like fun." She said in a joking tone, having me chuckle as she then shrugged her shoulders, "I have to go, I'll be late!"

"Tell me all about it tonight!" I said to her as she ran off, waving at me from behind and I smiled as she disappeared around the corner. It was nice to see her happy once more, no longer bitter or angry with everyone. She was slowly booming herself once more, and I looked from her to Brennon, seeing him eye me as we both walked down the hallway and towards the steps that lead us out of Red Keep.

"You are fond of her, aren't you Nora?" He asked me, having me look up at him. By this point, being around each other for a bit now since our stay was longer than excepted, we both were booming friends as well instead of a knight and a dressmaker, on a acquainted basis. We knew one a noter well enough to be called friends.

"Very much so, we've grown close since I went to Winterfell." I explained to him, seeing him smile and nod his head.

"And you liked Winterfell while you were there?" He asked me.

"I did, it felt like home while I was there." I said to him in return. I thought about what I just said to him, how Winterfell felt like home. It was true, very true. Something about being in the walls of Winrterfell, walking on the ground and feeling the stone walls under my fingertips, it made me feel more than safe and secure, it made me feel as though this was my home. Even being in the walls and feeling the same cold that would haunt Thedra Ascent, it felt different when I was at Winterfell, it felt more soothing and more of a calm wave of me.

"I felt the same way when I was there." he explained to me.

"You did?"

"Yes. I grew up in those walls, grew up being friends with Lord Stark." I looked at him with surprise in my eyes. It never occurred to me that they were close in age, almost really. So they just of grown up together, him as a servant and Eddard as a Prince.

"Was he as kind as he is now?" I asked him in a shrug. He grinned from his spot next to me, nodding his head.

"Just a kind, but a little more devious as a young boy." he said in a casual tone. I chuckled from my spot, seeing he was more kind that a typical knight a whom had the task of tailing a young lady around. It didn't seem fair for him, but then again he never seemed to be a typical. Not for one second.

"How can I help you dear?" I looked up from the same stall I was at some days ago before I was harassed. There are the same colors and shades in front of me, and luckily, it was less crowded that day. Brennon was next to me, his hands behind his back and looking around as I saw the elderly woman in front of me. She had gray long hair, thick and woven in interesting braids and some strands were around her face, a round and gentle face with a warm smile. She wore a lovely blue ensemble with a gray shawl over her shoulders and her hands fold din front of me. Compared to the other vendors in the streets of Flea Bottom, she was the kindest and showed no intimidation.

"Yes, I was looking to see if I could purchase some materials from you. I am making a dress for Queen Cersei and I am in need of something new to work it." I explained to her, seeing her eyes get bigger as I explained myself to her. Maybe because it was the fact that I said I was working for the Queen, or that I needed a plentiful amount from her, but something in her mind had it clear that she was surprised to see me, somehow.

"Nora." She said aloud, having me look at her with confusion as she took in a shaky breath, "Oh Nora. I remember you, when you were just a child. Your master Sophia, is a friend of mine." My eyes went wide and I felt as thought I could smile so widely. I finally found her, seeing her for the first time in years and having the feeling of normalcy for once.

"Gaila!" I said in a laugh, seeing her smile as I hugged her tightly in the middle of the streets. It was as if I was hugging an elder in my family, close and intimate. She pulled away and framed my face with her fragile hands, having me see Brennon look over at the both of us with confusion in his eyes.

"You look like you did when you were a young girl, but look how you've grown!" She said to me, eyeing me up and down as the mint green dress I had on, "You still have our ringlet hair though."

"It's so good to see you. I wanted to come and find you as soon as I got here!" I explained to her, seeing her look from me to Brennon with a worried look on her face.

"He's escorting me around, making sure nothing happens to me. He's nice though." I reassured her, seeing her look back at me with a small smile on her face.

"What are you doing here in King's Landing?" She asked me in a more casual tone.

"I told you, I'm here to make dresses for Queen Cersei and her daughter. But I came with the Stark family to make some of Sansa and Arya Stark." I said to her in a shrug, but I saw something else go off behind her eyes, something scared and with some fear.

"A girl like you shouldn't be here." She sand in a small smile, but I knew she meant it behind her tone. it was almost as if it was warning, as if she was silently telling me to run and get out as fast as I could. If only I could, I wanted to tell her that. I wanted to run home and be far away from here. But I said nothing.

That was for another time.

I was talking to Gaila in her shop, away from the streets and hidden in the darkness. Brennon was outside near the opening, looking out for anything to happen. I explained to Gaila all that happened to me since I was last with her years ago, how I was hired by Eddard Stark to make dresses for his daughters and then being asked to come here. She listened with wrapped attention, making tea for the both of us and then for Brennon, having me see him sip it still in his armor and having a small look of content on his face. But before she got into too much detail with her life, we heard someone walking into the shop from the front of the store, Brennon straightening out to see who it was with his authoritative look on his face. When the person walked in, standing in front of the both of us, I saw how it was and I was frozen.

Gendry.

"Gaila, I'm sorry I'm late I had to—" He stopped, seeing me and was in a rush, He immediately stopped talking, looking so frazzled and I smiled slightly at him, almost frozen in my spot. He was wearing a leather jerkin shirt, covering his chest but leaving his arms bare, boots and pants, along with holding a apron in his hands and wearing another around his waist. Gaila didn't see what was going on between the two of us and smiled at Gendry, her kind smile.

"Ah Gendry, I forgot you were coming in today about your apron. I was visit with a old friend of mine." She said, motioning to me as Gendry held the apron in his hands, having me see that they were rather dirty and covered in grime. He must of been a smithy, I have seen others who look like him from both Winterfell and Thedra Ascent.

"We met the other day." I said aloud, having me see everyone look at me with both shock and interest. Gaila smiled then gently walking over to Gendry and taking his apron on his hands, tapping it lightly with her elderly fingers.

"I'll fix this for you, let me get it started in the back." She said aloud, moving away from the other of us and leaving the two of us alone. Brennon was back out towards the front of the store, since he figured Gendry wasn't going to do anything to me. I was left there, alone with Genrdy as he shifted awkwardly from one foot to another.

"How do you know Gaila?" he asked me after a moment or two of silence.

"She's good friends with my master, at Thedra Ascent." I explained to him in a light tone, seeing him nod his head and look down at his feet, as if he was too humble to look at me, "And you? How long have you known her?"

"Since I was ten and one. She's been getting me out of trouble every once in awhile." He said aloud, having a small smile on his face and I smiled from his remark.

"It sounds like her." I said in a chuckle, seeing him look at me from the moment I laugh. He smiled, probably from seeing me smile. It felt a bit warmer between us now, since we laugh with each other.

"I should of known you weren't from around here." He said aloud, having me look at him with confusion on my face as to how he said it. It was more of a statement than anything else.

"What makes you say that?" I asked him aloud, seeing him shrug his shoulders.

"You're skin." He said aloud, having me look at my hands compared to him, "It's almost like snow when everyone else around here is more tan."

"You're very observant." I said in a polite tone.

"And since you were walking about alone in Flea Bottom." He said back to me, having a hint of harshness in his voice as he eyed me, having me eye him back.

"I wasn't alone, Brennon was with me." I replied back to him, seeing him look behind himself and watch Brennon who was still outside the shop watching and waiting for anything to happen.

"Are you this forward when meeting women?" I asked him aloud, getting up from my spot, seeing him eye me once more as I felt as though he was making me feel terrible from what I was doing when we first met. He looked down, having me see then I did call him out on it.

"I apologize milady." he said to me, having me shake my head at him.

"I'm no lady." I said to him aloud, saying the same thing I said to him before days before, but this time it was more sincere.

"Technically you are a lady, but I understand." He said to me, having me smile at him from my spot.

"I'm a dressmaker." I explained to him, seeing him watch me, "I came with the Stark House here to make dresses for the Stark children."

"Oh, I thought you were a family member since his armor has their sigma on it." He explained to me in a breathy tone, pointing to Brennon but keeping his eyes on me.

"Oh he's a knight for Lord Stark. He's accompanying me when I'm here." I replied back to him, seeing him nod his head at the new information I gave him, "And what is your trade?" I wanted to be more nice to him and seem more like a lady than anything else. It was wrong for me to be that forward to him when he was being a bit stubborn to him, since we just met each other and I wanted it to be a nice meeting between two people. He didn't seem that bad to me, a bit on the forward side and a little stubborn, but nice none the less.

"I'm a blacksmith." He replied to me, having me then reach out my hand for him to shake. If there was going to be a proper meeting between people, I was going to do it now. He looked a my hand, and timidly wiped it on his apron that was around his waist and shook my hand in such a tender way he thought it was a dream. I smiled at him, a sincere one.

"It's nice to meet you Gendry the Blacksmith." I said to him aloud, seeing him look at me dead in the eyes.

"The same to you, Nora the Dressmaker."