The clanking of armour echoed off the stone passage, blood dripping a path behind the moving figure. His heartbeat was so profound he could hear it ringing in his ear. His white cloak flew behind him as he ran down the next corridor, approaching his destination with anticipation and horror. He turned a corner into the hallway, only to hear a ringing scream and baby's cry of terror bounce off the walls from the furthermost door of the holdfast. It was too late. He desperately burst into the door to his left, hoping they had not all hid in one room. This was the only other place they would hide. He barred the door quickly before whispering as quietly as possible for any sign of life. He was greeted by silver hair poking out from under the bed, cradling a crying toddler the silver-haired woman was trying to keep quiet. Thank the gods. He ran to the curtain in the corner of the room, pulling it back and pushing all of his weight onto the secret door he knew was there.
"Hurry!" he whispered, pushing them into the narrow passage as the barred door began to bang.
He quickly slid in, shutting the curtain and the door behind them as he heard the sound of the barred door crashing down. Ushering them through the complicated spider web within the walls, they travelled down and down and down. The child was smart enough to understand not to make a fuss, only whispering for her mother every few minutes. The passages eventually widened and the smell of salt swept through the caves while howling wind and timely crashes echoed through the passage. They hurried to the exit, where a small rowing boat was softly hitting the rocks in its sheltered area. Thank the gods again for a calm enough sea. He took the blankets and head shawls, quickly wrapping the woman and child up tightly, particularly intending to protect the woman's silver hair from sight. The boat had bags containing essentials and gold, tightly fastened underneath the seat. Quickly laying the child on the bottom of the boat, still whimpering, he turned to the violet-eyed woman with love and regret in his eyes.
"Get out of Blackwater Bay. Avoid Dragonstone and its surroundings; they are all under siege. Get around Sharp Point, and a merchant ship with a small Martell flag flying from the bow will be there waiting for you. It will take you to Sunspear, where you will be safe," he said, helping her into a boat thanking the gods she knew how to row.
"Wait -"
"Hurry you must go, my love," he replied, worry lacing his voice.
"I am with child."
He stilled, despair and shock turning him pale. He knew he could not see her again for many years, and yet he longed to jump in the boat with her. But he could not. Not while his father walked the earth.
"One day, I will come back for you, precious. You will get the vengeance you deserve. But you must go now. I love you, I always will."
She nodded, tears streaming down both of their faces as he cast off the line and she began to row away, the little girl tucked down low by her feet. The sudden chill whipped her face as she exited the sheltered gap in the rocks. She stared up hundreds of feet at the magnificent red brick towering above, getting further and further away. She knew the chances of ever returning were slim.
Damn you, Robert.
Damn you, Tywin.
Damn you, Aerys.
Damn you, Rhaegar.