Its been days now, and I have done nothing but make dresses for both the Stark daughters and a couple for Cersei Baratheon. I was more afraid to give my dress to her than to Sansa and Arya, whom were liking the two dresses I gave them for a supper that was held with the Baratheon family. But with Sansa, she smiled in glee as she held out the pink dress that I made and smiled.

"Joffrey will love this." She merely replied, having me look from her to Arya whom was near the window once again, looking at me with a weary look. She knew something, Arya was a bit worried for her now, but she said nothing. I could see it in her eyes and how she was standing stiffly when Joffrey was mentioned. I said nothing as well, it was not my place. But something about that family, something made me sick to my stomach. Arya liked her dress as well, still warming up to the thought and I saw her look at me with the same question on her brain since the moment I made her the first dress.

"Yes, Arya, you'll run with the wolves." I said to her, seeing her smile at me. She continued to go to Syrio's water dance practices, I even got to sit in with one of the sessions. Arya wanted me to watch, although half of the time I was occupied with the dress on my knees and tried to get it finished for her before the supper was coming through. I could hear the swords clashing with one another, Syrio throwing her commands and telling her where to put her hand and foot. I looked up at one moment, seeing the both of them talk to one another. He was towering over her, his accent thick and cutting in the air.

"There is only one God, the God of Death. And do you know what we say to the God of Death?" He asked her, lifting her chin to he can see her from her small frame. She looked at him with wide eyes and with wonder as I even paused to listen what he was going to say to her.

"Not Today."

Nights were still long for me, long and hot for me to get used to it. I must of been used to the cold so much that every night it took a lifetime before I would be able to fall asleep. But the only thing that would help, was Gendry. Gendry and his hammering on the anvil. It was my lullaby now, haunting and familiar to the sound of the anvil in the north. Since I told him that the sound soothed me, he hammered every night. A part of me wished that he did for me and me alone, but that would be childish. Childish, yet kind. He was kind to me, and we were slowly warming up to each other and making each other feel welcome when we were around once another. It was one of the only things I liked about King's Landing, and Gaila was the other.

Lord Stark was hardly around since he was now the Hand of the King and was far to occupied to see anyone else, even me, But I knew that would happen, since I too was occupied. Finished the last dress for Cersei, I assumed that I was going to hand it to her since I did the same with her daughter. But it was no so, since she was in a conversation with Lord Stark and was too occupied to seeing me. Thank the Gods, I said in my brain as I was in my own room and placing the dress out on the bed, seeing it in the light. It was red, of course, with some gold and light brown swirled around the shoulders and down the sides. It was a bit of Baratheon and Lannsiter together, but I knew the red was from her own House, the House of the lion.

That day I was wearing a brown with green dress, my hair in a messy bun with strands down around my face as I was looking down at the dress, biting my thumb with frustration. Was it good enough? It had to be, since this was for the Queen and she would make me loose my head within seconds if she had no love for it. She would do that, would she?

There was a knock on the door to my room, having me look and see the door opened. I looked and saw it was Lord Jamie, Cersei's brother and the known Kingslayer of King's Landing. He walked in with two guards at the door, having me smooth out my dress and curtsey at him, wondering why he would want to see me.

"Good afternoon Miss Nora." He said in a polite tone.

"Good Afternoon Lord Lannister." I replied to him, seeing him smile at me with his hands behind his back.

"I am here on behalf of my sister. She is too occupied with an appointment to come and fetch the dress you made for her and I have come to take it to her. I assume that it's ready?" He asked me aloud.

"Of course Milord." I said aloud, picking up the dress and holding it out in front of me for him to see. He eyed it up and down, wearing his armor and having a small smirk on his face.

"Marvelous." he said aloud, then having me see a guard come over to me. I gently folded it and placed it in his hands, seeing the guard move away with it and have me in front of Jamie once more. I was a bit intimidated by him, only meeting Lord Tyrion before he himself went North.

"I also came to see how you were enjoying your stay here in King's Landing." He asked me aloud with curiosity in his voice. I folded my hands in front of me, thinking of a carefully way to say what I wanted to without loosing a finger to tongue.

"It's lovely here, Milord. However, I do miss my home." I replied to him in a light tone, trying to make it light instead of a mood killer. He nodded his head and walked over to the window, he peered out into the blue sky.

"Ah, the North. I was never one to enjoyed the cold myself." He said aloud in a nonchalant tone, having me watch him as he looked back at me. His holden hair, just like his sister's, shined in the light as he stood there.

"Do you miss your home?" he asked me aloud in wonder, having myself a bit curious as to why he wanted to know more about me. Both Jamie and Cersei.

"I do, Milord." I merely replied, seeing him walk back to stand in front of me and eye me up and down.

"What House do you hail from?" He asked aloud then, having me freeze in my spot and felt my finger trembling on my dress as I answered him slowly and carefully.

"House of Thedra milord." I said back to him a bit of pride was evident in my tone. He did nothing, said nothing as clutched the head of the sword on his hip, having me worry then if I said something wrong. Why would he even care which House I came from? It was confusing for me, so I must of made the wrong choice by telling him.

"Thedra, a unique House in its own right." he said aloud, as if talking to himself, "But I have heard no great stories about that House, or its inhabitants." I eyed him, feeling him try to take a jab at me as if he was trying to see what I would do. It was insulting, that he said Thedra House was basically nothing in the world of Westeros. He was now reminding me of his sister, a dark part of him was coming into the view of his beauty and lightness. I said nothing though, knowing that I would get in trouble if I did. He walked away from me then, turning his heels and going to the door with a small walk in his feet and smirk on his face. But before he got to the door, I finally said what I wanted to.

" 'Survivors of Evil'." I said aloud, my voice ran in the room as he paused and looked behind me with a confused look on his face. I stood there, proud in my House colors and a determined look on my face.

"That's our Sigma, Milord." I said to him in a bit of a lower tone, seeing him eye me and then walk out of the door. I may not be a Stark, though I look it, but I am a fox amongst the lions and wolves here in King's Landing.

And I will survive.

I only saw Gaila one more time before everything went to mass chaos. She was having a slow day and I decided to enjoy her company since everyone else was occupied with politics. Plus I didn't want o be anywhere near the castle since Jamie Lannister asked me about where I came from. It confused me, having me understand why they wanted to me. But then again, I figured that they confused a lot of people.

"Nora." Gaila called to me aloud, having me look up from where I was on my stool to look at her, seeing her eye me from her spot and sit down across from me with a worry in her eyes. She reached out, taking my hand in hers and tapping it lightly, her frail hand against my fair one.

"Are you happy here?" She asked me aloud, having me look at her in confusion.

"I don't understand what you mean." I replied back to her, seeing her look down in frustration as she was trying to word it out properly.

"I mean, are you happy being the dressmaker for these people?" She asked me aloud, a hint of seriousness in her tone. I paused, thinking about it. Was I happy? Happy enough to stay where I was?

"Which ones?" I asked her in a low tone, seeing her eye me and then rub my hands in hers. She knew my pain, how I was torn in what I wanted to do and where I wanted to run. The Baratheons and Lannisters made it not fun for me to work for them, having em feel as though I could be killed at any moment just for the sake of who I was. But the Starks, they paid no mind, and they cared for me. I was right on the line.

"The Starks brought you here…" Gaila started, but I shook my head.

"They have been nothing but kind to me." I replied back to her, seeing her watch me, "It's the other family that has been cruel to me; they ask about where I'm from and who my family is." When I stopped talking, I saw her look down at her lap, saying nothing. She knew something, I could see it in how she was holding my hand, as if she was wanting to protect me. I looked at her now with seriousness in my eyes and I tugged her hand to look at me. Her eyes were now filled with sorrow, pain and a dark secret. She knew something.

"Gaila." I said to her, seeing a small speck of panic behind her eyes.

"What do you know, Gaila?" I asked her aloud, seeing her about to open her mouth to speak, but she was cut off by a noise: someone running. We both looked and saw Brennon running to me, sword on his hip and a look of fear in his eyes. He skidded to a halt in front of the shop, looking frantically at the both of us. As soon as he saw me though, he walked over and pulled me up by my arm.

"We need to leave, now." he said to me in his authoritative tone. I was pulled up gently but with a firm grip on my upper arm.

"Why? What is it?" he asked me aloud as he pulled me out of the hop, Gaila watching in horror as we both started running down the street to the opening in Red Keep. Brennon looked at me with determination and fear. Something was wrong, very wrong.

"Lord Baratheon has died, and now Lord Stark is being accused of treason."

Oh no.