All we saw was the sea that night, Gendry rowing and rowing and taking back to the place where it all started, and at that point it was far better than being in the dungeons. This was better, I had to remind myself over and over. This was better than being at the unmerciful hands of Stannis Baratheon and the Red Woman, whoever she was. We were going to find Gaila and get our bearings, and then leave King's Landing once more and head back to Thedra Ascent. It seemed like a logical plan for the both of us, since we are convinced Arya would try and find me there. It was the best place for us to get to at this point, and Gendry as right: none of the Gold Cloaks knew either one of our faces.

It wasn't into the wee hours of the morning where I saw Gendry getting tired from rowing, his arms were getting weaker and he was struggling. Gently, I took the rows from his hands, seeing him look up at me as I smiled at him. The tined blue from the night sky that was mixing with the early morning washed over the both of us and the sea as I saw him shake his head, trying to not make me work at the boat.

"I'm fine." He said to me, but I head it in his voice: weariness. I eyes him cautiously, seeing him eye me back and then roll his shoulders back to ease his neck.

"Let me take it for a moment, I don't mind." I reassured him, "The last thing we need is for you to loose your arms." I wasn't going to argue with him about this, but his eyes were no longer on me, but on my wrists. As I rowed, my wrists were aching with every movement, but I had to push it to the back of my mind.

"You'll loose your wrists." He said in a statement, having me look down at them as well. It was another thing for me to wear as my sign that I survived: bruises and crimson wrists.

"It's nothing to worry about." I said to him as I rowed, seeing him stare at me and see that I was not in the mood to argue. He was learning that I as never one to argue with, I was just a stubborn as he was, even as much as Arya. it pained me, thinking of her then, seeing her face in my head and seeing her smile.

"Where do you think Arya is?" I asked him aloud in both wonder and fear. He was looking away from me now, out into the sea and making sure we were going the right way.

"Don't know. She's probably still with the Brotherwood Without Banners." He replied to me aloud.

"I hope so." I commented, moving my body with the rowing, "At least she'll be safe and they can take her to Riverrun." I paused then, eyeing Gendry from my spot in the boat. He was looking rather stiff, not just because of the rowing he endured, but something else was clouding his mind. His mind was elsewhere, on someone else. I knew who it was, and I wanted to know why.

"What happened to you with the Red Woman?" I asked him aloud, seeing him look in my direction but not in my eyes. He was thinking hard, his bitter face was back and it made me worry.

"She tricked me." He merely replied.

"How?" I pushed. He said nothing once again. So I stopped rowing the boat, having us sit on the ocean as I wanted to get this out in the open. Someone clearly happened, and it was bothering him to the point of him being stubborn once more with me. If he wants to be stubborn I can play the same game with him too.

"How Gendry?" I pushed again, seeing him sigh and rub his blue orbs, he finally turned to face me, seeing the worn look on his face because of whatever was on his mind.

"She told me about my lineage." he explained to me, trying to use the right words but they still felt foreign to him, "Where I came from and who my father was."

"Who is he?" I asked him. He never talked about his family or who his parents were. Not once. I doubt he wanted to at any time we were together, since he already hated the fact that he was Bastard. I watch him stare at me, dead on, showing me that what he was about to tell me.

"King Robert Baratheon." I was floor when he told me, but there was no sign in his voice that it was a folly or joke. It made me think back, to why he was there in the dungeons in the first place, and why he was being chased around my Gold Cloaks. They were trying to find him when we were together in Flea Button, find him and…kill him? I thought about this some more as he talked on.

"She told me that I was his Bastard son and that I had King's Blood in me because of it." He went on, then looking more foolish then with the next piece of information, "She then….seduced me." I saw him look down at his own hands, having me see that it was doing to him. The women seducing him, tricking him into love. Even though I felt jealousy come over me for her to do that to thing, to my dear friend and affectionate companion, I didn't want to show it. Gendry needed my attention just he just confessed to me that his father was the Lord of the Seven Kingdoms.

"She tried to take my blood with leeches, having me fooled for a mere moment that she…." He stopped talking, having me reach out to touch his hands that were crushing the slap of wood we were sitting on. As soon as I touched his skin, his somewhat froze and look at our joined skin.

"Stop." I said to him, seeing him blink a few times, "This was out of your own control. You're alive now, Gendry. We are going to get away from her, away from that place, and somewhat find a way to my home….our home if you wish." He looked up at me, his eye were almost in the brink of tears then. I would of been in the same situation as he if it was me. Being storing for so long, having one mindset after weeks and weeks of traveling, not knowing who to trust or where you'll go, you can only take so much before you break. And just hearing the news of where you came from, how you came to be, and then being almost killed because of it, that could kill a man from the inside out. Gendry was slowly breaking, but he was strong enough to continue to live.

"I would like that." he murmured to me, having me smile and nod my head. He accepted his place at my side as my friend and companion, and now he accepted that he will come with me to Thedra Ascent. It was making me feel so much better, given the circumstance that we were in. I then saw him look down at my wrists, sighing and then moving to the sack Davos gave us with the rest of our bread and water.

"What are you doing?" I asked him aloud as he grabbed the top of the sack, ripping it and making two long pieces of the cloth.

"You're going going to get a infection from those." He replied, going to one of my wrists and wrapping it carefully with the cloth, "We can get you medicine from Gaila when we get to Flea Bottom. How does Davos know her anyways?"

"They were friends years ago when he lived there." I explained as he wrapped the other wrist carefully and with a determined look on his face, as if he was working on another sword at his forge, "Do you think we'll find her?"

"Let's hope so. If I know Gaila, she wouldn't be getting out of unless she was either forced to she died." Gendry explained to me, shifting his foot that was against the sack and we heard a loud noise from it: from something heavy. We both paused, looking at the sack. Something else was in the sack, and neither one of us touched it since we left the beach from Davos. I raised a eyebrow as I reached down. Grabbing it, I felt a huge amount of weight, well more than bread and water should it.

"What in Seven Hells." I said in a grunt, placing it in my lap as Gendry opened it. He reached in, having me see him shift stuff over. He pulled out then a bag of silver, having me look at him in awe and then another object, something that both brought me joy and confusion.

My dagger, the same one Gendry made for me in Harrenhal.

"How did he get this?" I asked aloud as I took the dagger from his hands as he counted the silver stags in the pouch.

"They must of took it from you while they kidnapped you. Davos might of snuck it in when he got us from the dungeons." Gendry said aloud in a shrug of shoulders, looking at all of the coins in his hands. I looked over his shoulder as well, seeing a vast amount, too much for someone like Davos to give us.

"How much is that?" Gendry asked me aloud.

"Enough to get us some medicine and food when we hit Flea Bottom." I explained to him as he shoved the money back in the pouch, "We need to get there and get our bearings." I finally looked up at him seeing him holding the pouch in his hands as I grabbed the oars once more, getting ready to row once more.

"We're gonna make it, Gendry." I said to him in a bold tone, having me watch me as I started up with the rowing once more. He knew what I meant, it wasn't just us making it to Flea Bottom and surviving the sea, it was us getting our lives back to together in once piece. It was us finding our place in this world of sadness and grief, to make it into something worth fighting for with every ounce of our lives. Other would see this as the end of their rope, the end of all things, but I saw it was only another obstacle that was keeping me from the rest of my life. I had to keep that in mind, not just for my sake but of his as well. He went through too much already, and I was willing to carry us both. Davos gave us hope by helping us escape and giving us money and a weapon. But I knew he gave me us than that when it came to hope, he gave us hope by seeing that we weren't going to die back there, we weren't ready to die yet. Gendry reply to my comment gave me more adrenaline:

"I know we wll."

We reached King's Landing in one of the ports that lead into the city, having the both of us get our cloaks on, desert the boat and take the pouch of money, leaving the sake that only had one crumb of bread left and no water. Thankfully we made it without starving to death and bend dehydrated, and now we were on a mission to find Flea Bottom and find Gaila. Gendry grew up there, so he led the way and I stayed right behind him, dagger under my cloak and close to my hand in case we were to have some trouble.

We were winding through the streets, which were a lot more crowded now than usual. Something was up in the Capital, but I said nothing as Gendry kept his vice grip on my hand tight and we weaved in and out of the streets. No one stopped us at all, which was what we needed, but eveytime a Gold Cloak walked by I felt as though I was going to be seen then. None of them made eye contact with us, thank the Old and New Gods.

We were back in Flea Button once again, having me see the familiar vendors and breathe in the familiar stench of the poor as we walked on the streets, looking around and seeing the vendors and how they looked. Skinner, more fragile and angrier as we passed each little place. It worried me.

"They're starving." I whispered to Gendry as we turned a corner.

"King Joffrey's doing it I suppose." Gendry said back to me.

"But why?" I asked in confusion. It didn't feel right, seeing the bones on the vendors and thinking that if they made one more move they would fall over dead. Memories of being here weeks if not months ago came to be like a flood: meeting Brennon for the first time, the hot nights and the cool winds from the sea, seeing Gaila again after all of those years, and meeting Gendry as he saved me from being harassed. It was all history now, and we were on a mission.

"Here." Gendry said aloud, having me face the same vendor shop that I did before: Gaila's shop. We both entered, seeing nothing and hearing nothing at first. It was dark, the covers were over the shop were back into darkness once more. I breathed in the smell of the materials and the scents she would use when she would work, but she was nowhere to be found.

"Gaila?" I asked aloud a hushed tone, having me look around myself and see her favorite stool she would use, with a piece of fabric on top and a needling pointing out of the top. She must be here, and as I faced Gendry once more to see what we should do, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I whirled around, seeing a fragile old woman who was shorter than me looking up at me with hopeful eyes.

Gaila.

She was even more frail, skinnier than before and looked like she went through rough times herself. I was so nervous to even look at her, as if she was sickly and was on the verge of death. I shoved my hood down, having her see me and start weeping in front of me. She wrapped her arms around me pulling me close to her as I looked back at Gendry for some kind of help. He was looking out the curtain in case we were followed, throwing down his hood as well as I was still holding a weeping Gaila. When she pulled away, I saw her elderly eyes look up at me and there was pure horror in her eyes.

"You two can't be here." She said aloud, having me freeze and Gendry as well. We both looked at her with confusion as she stared intently at me.

"You're not safe."

As she was mending my wrists with new clothes and medicine, I explained to Gaila all that happened to me since we led there months before: being captured and taken to Harrenhal, then escaping and running into the Brotherhood Without Banners, and lastly, how we both ended up at Dragonstone and was freed by her old friend Davos. I saw her eyes brightened when we mentioned him, hearing her tell me a brief history with him and how they were companions. So what he said was true: they were allies.

She explained to me all that that happened: Sansa Stark was still alive and was betrothed to Joffrey, but a riot was in the streets and the poor of the city almost killed them both. Thankfully she survived and her engagement to him was broken, since he was now going to marry another women from another Great House: House Tyrell. Sansa, however, had to marry Triyion Lannister by force from Tywin, Tyrion's father and the Hand of the King. It was not looking bright for Sansa after all, though Gaila reassured me that she was safer with Tryion, whom respected her and wanted her safe and out of harms way, and she would of been with Joffrey who was a monster.

"What about Robb Stark, have you heard from him?" I asked her with wonder. I saw her eye me, shifting a bit in her seat and showing me that what I was about to hear was not going to be pretty.

"The civil war that he started with the Lannisters….It need in tragedy." She explained to me patting my hands in her as if she was trying to soothe me, "He was killed by the Frey family, both him and his betrothed who was with child." I froze, feeling as though my heart broke into a thousand pieces. He fought for his family, and now he and his love, along with their child were dead.

"Him and his mother, Lady Stark, fell to the hands of the Freys." I tried to hide the sob that wanted to come out. Lady Stark as well? She had to die from what happened? She was too kind, too kind and protective of her children, so she must of been helping Robb. The both of them were now gone, and it felt as though the Stark family was now in shambles. There were only four left: Sansa, Arya, Bran and Rickon. The children, without parents, were still alive, at least I hoped.

"But now is not a time for you to be here. Everyone things you're dead." Gaila explained to me, "People are looking for you, both Gold Cloaks and members of the Baratheon guard." I eyed her then, seeing that she knew something about me.

"Why?" I asked her in a low tone, seeing her look away from me. I pulled at her hands, getting her to focus back on me.

"Why am I a target Gaila?" I asked her, raising my voice slightly.

"It's not my place." She replied, having me sigh in frustration as I shot up from the stool and threw off my cloak in anger.

"You know something, Gaila. In fact, everyone but me knows something about my past and where I came from. It's because of who I really am that I am being hunted. Queen Cersei knows, Davos knows, and even Stannis Baratheon knows who I really am and I want to know now, who am I?!" I asked her in a booming tone, seeing Gendry look at her as well with question in his own eyes. He might of became a target now that we knew who his father was, but I was a target this whole time.

"Gaila." I said in almost a mourning tone, seeing her struggle with herself from my outburst, "Ever since I left King's Landing, people have been trying to kill me. I haven't done anything wrong, and I need to know why."

"It's not what you did." Gaila said aloud, having both Gendry and I look at her in a surprised way, "But it's who your parents were, where you are from." I said nothing, seeing her stare at me intently and then say the one thing that would shatter my world around me.

"You are Nora Stark, Eddard and Catelyn Stark's firstborn daughter from Winterfell."