An iron bar was tight across Dove's chest as she tried to run towards the ashes that used to be the Sept of Baelor. Her ears were ringing as people ran in terror around her, the iron bar was getting tighter around her chest dragging her further away from the ashes.

She desperately fought against it, she had to get to the Sept to save them, they couldn't be gone, her father, her brother, her son. The horror of the thought overwhelmed her and the ringing in her ears became louder.

Suddenly her back slammed against a wall knocking the air out of her lungs and a sharp slap stung her cheek.

"Snap out of it Dove!" Bronn yelled.

Her eyes focused on his face, he was covered in ash and bleeding from a cut on his head, but it was his eyes that pulled her to the present, she'd never seen Bronn looked afraid before.

It was then she realised the iron bar had been his arm dragging her away from the danger, and the ringing in her ears were her screams.

"Harvey." She gasped and would have fallen to the floor in utter despair if it wasn't for him propping her up against the wall.

"He's gone Dove but you can't avenge him if you're dead." He said and shook her gently, she then realised his fear was for her "The wildfire was meant for you, I have to get you out of the city, and it would make my job a lot easier if you stopped fighting me."

Dove nodded unable to speak and Bronn took her hand and began to lead her through the streets with his sword drawn. People ran past them desperate to get to the safety of their homes, and he was grateful for the chaos because it meant no one was paying attention to them.

It took Dove awhile before she realised her crown was missing.

"We need horses." Bronn decided, he daren't go back to the palace stables he didn't know what was waiting for them there.

"I know someone," Dove said in a shaky voice "He has stables not far from here, he led me through the streets on one of his horses when the people crowned me."

"Aye I remember." He said, in the chaos he hadn't thought of that.

They continued to make their way through the streets, he tried to zone out Dove's sobs, they were heart-breaking cries of pure anguish, but he could comfort her once she was safe. Finally they reached the stables, Bronn tried to open the barn door but it was bolted on the inside, he banged on it loudly. A small widow in the door opened and someone peered out at them.

"My Queen!" They gasped and unbolted the door to reveal the man who had led her through the streets a year ago "Quickly inside." He hissed and ushered them inside.

"We need horses." Bronn said, there was no time for pleasantries.

"Of course I will saddle two up immediately," He said casting a worrying glance at Dove who had sank to the floor in despair "She will need a change of clothes, my daughter's will fit her." He added and pointed in the direction of the living quarters.

Bronn glanced down at Dove who had hugged her knees to her chest, her beautiful green eyes unseeing and wide with shock, she was in no fit state to do anything.

"I will get them." He decided.

They left Dove alone for a moment, but she didn't move an inch until Bronn returned with some clothes for her.

"Put these on," He instructed and put them down beside her, but he didn't think she heard him "Dove please." He added and crouched down so his face was level with hers.

He gently wiped the tears from her ash stained cheeks.

"Please I have to get you to safety." He said and she finally seemed to register that he needed her help.

She nodded weakly at him and he pulled her to her feet.

"I'll see if the old man needs any help."

Dove changed slowly; her fingers felt numb making it difficult to go any faster. Eventually she was dressed in a loose yellow blouse which she tucked into the high waisted black trousers, and black leather boots that were a little wide for her but overall fit her well once she'd laced them up tightly.

The clothes were practical for travel, but she knew she was still too easily recognisable. Bronn was right whoever had blown up the Sept and her family had intended it for her, and like he said she couldn't avenge them if she was dead, they had to escape Kings Landing.

With a goal in mind she searched until she found what she was looking for, a pair of scissors. The Dornish cut their hair when they were in mourning so the world could see their anguish, she would do the same.

She pulled her beautiful long chocolate curls over her shoulder and began to cut.

Bronn reappeared as she finished, and his mouth fell open. She'd cut it choppily, so her soft curls hovered just above her shoulders.

"What have you done?" He asked looking at the pool of chocolate hair at her feet.

"Cut my hair." She said with a shrug, her hair appearance was now of little importance to her.

"You look…" He trailed off searching for the right word "Dornish."

A ghost of a smile appeared on her lips.

"Good they will be looking for a flower from the Reach not a Dornish girl."

She scooped up the hair off the floor and threw it into the hearth fire in the living quarters, it sizzled and burned like she should have instead of her son.

"The horses are ready." Bronn said and put his hand gently on her shoulder.

"Good, where is our friend?" She asked still having enough emotion inside her to be embarrassed she didn't know his name.

"I knocked him out with his permission, if anyone works out we came here after they realise you're not dead they will torture him for information."

"Knocking him out looks like we stole the horses." She stated vaguely admiring his logic.

"Exactly, now if we ride hard enough we could catch up with your grandmother." Bronn said and quickly stashed a loaf of bread in the saddle bag he was carrying, he didn't want to take too much the man had helped him enough but he didn't know when they would eat next.

"No they will expect me to retreat to Highgarden." Dove said, her mind was still sound and as calculating as ever, it was just her heart that had been ripped from her chest.

"Dorne?" He asked frowning.

"No again too obvious."

"Where then?" He asked wondering where else she could go.

"North."

Tywin watched from the balcony as the Sept exploded in a cloud of wildfire. He gripped the edge of the balcony trying not to cry out as he witnessed the woman he loved turn to ashes. Jamie appeared silently at his side the horror at what Cersei had done mirrored on his face.

Cersei had snuck a handful of soldiers led by the Mountain when most of the court had left for the Sept. She had the Mountain escort Tywin and Jamie into a room and guard them so they wouldn't try and leave.

"The Harlot Queen is dead." Cersei said with a smile as she entered the room.

"What have you done?" Tywin hissed.

"I've killed all our enemies in one move." She answered a satisfied smirk on her face.

"Olenna wasn't there Cersei, this will mean war." Jamie said approaching her.

"Olenna is an old woman with an army of summer knights." She said and waved her hand dismissively in the air.

"Dove was beloved by the people; you'll never rule them you just martyred their Queen." Tywin said his voice was scornful.

"I will rule, and you will be my Hand no one other than Olenna would be fool enough to oppose the mighty Tywin Lannister," Cersei said, in her mind she had it all perfectly planned out "Or do you want vengeance for your dead whore?" She asked, evil glee in her Lannister eyes.

The Mountain took a threatening step forward. Tywin's face was a mask, on one hand he wanted to wrap his hands around Cersei's slender throat and choke the life out of her, but the Mountain would kill him before he could finish the job. So instead he chose to bide his time until she trusted him enough to be alone with him.

"You're my daughter," He said in answer "My family, and family is all that lives on."

"Then let us toast," Cersei said and lifted her glass of wine "To Dove the Highgarden whore." She said before pouring the contents of her glass on the floor.

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