The battle of Blackwater was a cruel and unjust fight. Explosions. Screams. Terror. It was a cruelty. A cruelty you had felt inside you ever since you arrived in Kingslanding. Wed to King Joffery. Used and beaten like nothing. Perhaps you were nothing. A Stark once. But now your father was dead. Your brother too. Your mother as well. Your sister missing. And only two brothers thousands of miles away still alive.

You rushed to your chamber, picking up a candling lantern and letting out a breath. Feeling the shake of the castle. You picked up a small doll, you had loved it once. Months ago that felt like an eternity... "Lady is starting to panic." You gasped, turning and seeing The Hound, Sandor Clegane, seated in the dark corner of your room. He and you had met on a number of occasions. He had saved your life more than once...and despite his cruel and unkind nature...he'd made you feel....the least bit safe in the palace. Which was enough. "What are you doing here..." "Not here for long. I'm going." "Where?" "Some place that isn't burning." He turned his head to you, the scars on the right side of his face becoming more visible in the soft candlelight. "North might be-could be." You hesitated. "What about the King?" "He can die just fine on his own." He took a sip from his flask. His eyes suddenly met yours as he let out a sigh. "I can take you with me. Take you to Winterfell" Your heart stopped. Winterfell....home. Sandor rose to his feet, his large frame towering over you as he took a step closer. "I'll keep you safe." Silence fell, your eyes locked on his. "Do you want to go home?"