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Chapter 2
He looked down at this little thing sprawled on the floor in front of him, how pathetic she looked dressed in her finery despite the chaos that was ensuing around the city. A true little lady, everything about her belied her heritage, the offspring of two powerful houses, well once powerful houses he thought to himself.
"I see you can look at me now little bird" he grunted to her. He felt as though he had been pierced by her, those blue eyes, startling in their clarity and depth, he felt as though they were peering straight into his soul. "Be careful little bird" he thought to himself "you may not find you like what is staring back at you" Sandor, of the House Clegane. Famous for its ferocity and infamous for its actions. He was the loyal dog to the House of Lannister. This had given him an opening to allow him to indulge his rage and murderous thoughts. He was known as a great swordsman a ferocious warrior, a man without morals, a beast. The Hound.
"What are you doing here in my chamber's" the little bird chirped "there is a battle outside". Silly little bird he thought to himself, was she truly as silly as she sounded.
"Aye, little bird, there is a battle raging not far from this keep".
"Why, may I ask are you here then Ser"
Oh little bird he thought to himself, why would you ask such questions "I am not staying in this place, the water is burning and I am not burning with it" he spoke with a sly grin on his twisted features. "Fuck the King and fuck Kings Landing, they have had my pound of flesh, and what of you little bird, will you stay here in your cage of stone and gold?"
"Yes Ser, for where else am I to go, I have no means to travel North to find my kinsmen if that is where they may still be, I may be a stranger to Kings Landing but at least I shall be safe" she replied not believing her own words.
"Well then little bird, fly away with me, fly from this nightmare I will keep you safe" he said with a softness he did not know he could possess. The little bird he thought, so small and defenceless and yet still so blinded by the life at Kings Landing. Yes he thought a stranger you are, a child of the north, so far from home.
"come with me little bird, for both of us have no place in this hell any more. I shall keep you safe as I have done before" Keep her safe, he chuckled to himself, this had not been true before, had he not stood by whilst the child king Joffrey ordered her pain for his pleasure, had he not enjoyed seeing the little one in pain. You are no man Clegane, you are a dog, the man you were born to be cursed to serve no one but those which are your betters. But still he thought I can atone for my past, if I can save this little one, this little one who remains so pure in the face of all adversity, protect the innocence which you have done so little to maintain before.
He walked towards the little one, he saw as she shrank away at the presence of him, "not so brave are we now little bird. Do I scare you, is it my face which fears you or the thought of being alone with me?"
"I know what you are Ser, you are a murderer, a hired blade ordered to protect those around you, you pledge no fealty, you have no honour"
He saw the wolf inside the little bird for a second, the flinty strength of the north shining through those Tully blue eyes. "oh little bird" he thought " you are stronger than your captors give you credit for"
"Come with me little bird we need to fly, away from this place. If you do not consent willingly I will take you forcibly".
He turned to survey the room behind him, he saw the trappings of childhood which the little bird surrounded herself with, the dolls, the books. This is no fairytale he thought to himself and there will be no happy ending to her story if she stays here at the whim of the Lannisters or the Baratheons. No the little bird would know only pain and degradation and he could no longer allow this. He stooped to pick up a discarded robe and roughly placed it around the little birds shoulders.
"Now is the hour little bird, come"
They walked to the doorway, his hand placed upon the hilt of his long sword at his waist. It was going to be a long journey till they could find rest again.
"Are you ready little bird? Now is the time to spread your wings".