As the chaos of battle raged on, Sandor felt a surge of panic at the sight of flames licking the air. He knew then that he could no longer stand his ground; the risks were too great. The notion of sacrificing his life for a cowardly boy who dared to call himself king became intolerable. In a flurry, he fled the scene, yet a troubling thought lingered in his mind.

No matter how deeply he drank to numb the unease, the idea remained persistent. He envisioned the fate that awaited those he cared for in King’s Landing—a city where innocence was swiftly crushed and purity was often corrupted. They had nothing left in this ruthless capital.

Determined to act, he staggered toward their room, fueled by a mix of desperation and a hint of madness. He resolved to bring them along, to escape this treacherous place before it could claim them too. In that moment, Sandor made a choice that would alter the course of their lives forever.