On the next day, Tyrion Lannister was sitting in the medicine laboratories with Grand Maester Pycelle; Eleanor was standing against a wall next to them.

"I am expecting a large number of casualties Grand Maester. Reports say that Stannis commands a great host of men…mostly blood thirsty pirates, but Renly's men have declared for him after his death. " Said Tyrion. " They will be here in two days. "

Eleanor had already been working on gathering supplies for the siege: bandages, wine, vinegar, mustard seeds; anything to heal open wounds. The most important ingredient was the Milk of the Poppy. Eleanor was not aloud to administer it. But it mattered not to Eleanor for she had always preferred the power of natural medicine such as willow bark.

"My lord must not be worried. " said Pycelle "We will be ready. "

To say that Eleanor was not afraid was an understatement. She was not afraid of the blood nor the death…Eleanor was afraid of herself and her capabilities. Yes, she knew about medicine. Yes, she could sew wounds back together and help fight fevers and diseases but all had always been in a very different context.

No! Eleanor was afraid of war and what it would bring.

With the precision of a knife, Stannis's fleet was spotted of Blackwater bay, two days later, by nightfall. The warning bell was ringing as Eleanor walked hastily through the throne room. She saw Tyrion Lannister and his squire, Sansa Stark and her maid and afar, King Joffrey and her brother.

She looked at him but did not see her. Eleanor could not stay here forever waiting for her brother to acknowledge her so she walked back to the great hall that had been selected to serve as hospital if needed. The Grand Maester was there already.

Eleanor was ready for this; she was ready for siege. She made a quick prayer to the mother for her brother's sake and one to the crone for herself.

It started off relatively easy; which meant more deaths than wounded. Eleanor had to admit that was sometimes best. Then, the sound of a large explosion pierced the night. And everything changed.

Wounded soldiers started coming in and if nothing changed, Eleanor and the Grand Maester would be overrun. Eleanor was tending to a soldier who had been it by an arrow when he came in. He had blond hair and shinning reddish armour. Eleanor knew who he was: it was Ser Lancel Lannister…and he was wounded.

"It is over! Over!" He screamed, "We won't hold them."

Eleanor saw the Grand Maester tending to him; retrieving the arrow that had stuck him. The man wouldn't stop whining.

"The moral is low, some are deserting." He said, "The Hound is deserting."

That last sentence made Eleanor stop her work. She waited for the Grand Maester to move to another wounded and when she saw the knight about to leave, she ran to him.

"What did you saw about the Hound?" she asked. No answer.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?"

This time, Eleanor did something she was not accustomed to. She grabbed the knight by the collar and pressed him against the door. The man was hardly taller than Eleanor.

"Let me go. I am a knight. You can't…"

"I have no time for this! Just tell me what you said about the Hound." Said Eleanor " TELL ME!"

"He…He's deserting. He left the battlement."

That's all Eleanor needed to hear. She let the man go and left the great all.

Eleanor ran within the halls until she reached the battlement. Ser Lancel had been right. Her brother was nowhere in sight.

Maybe he came looking for me, she thought.

She ran back to the great hall. On her way, almost knocking some girl out. She realised it was Sansa Stark running opposite direction. They didn't speak to each other.

Seeing no sight of her brother, Eleanor abandoned her search. On her way back, she saw the glimpse of a white cloak. It had to be him.

"Sandor!" she tried. And she was right. He turned around to face her.

"Sandor, what are you doing?" upon reaching him, she should smell the heavy smell of wine. Her brother had been drinking.

"The water. It's one fire!" he said

That comment went straight to her heart.

"I heard about the wildfire."

"I'm leaving the hell hole."

"But you are a Kingsguard."

"Fuck that! Fuck the Kingsguard!"

"Sandor you don't mean that."

"The hell I do. I never care for these shits and never will. I'm leaving this hell hole for good."

"All right. Let me gather my things and we'll leave."

"No, not you little sister; it's not safe for you to come with me."

"Sandor please, you know I won't be a bother."

"No!" he said, and started to walk.

"Sandor please! Don't leave me here alone." Said Eleanor, her voice creaking a little. This situation was too scary. She couldn't imagine her life without her brother Sandor.

"Where will you go?"

The next thing Eleanor knew, her brother was grabbing her wrist and pulling her behind him as he walked.

"Sandor, let me go, you are hurting me." He was really strong. He kept on walking, opened a door widely and almost threw her in and closed the door behind him.

Eleanor let out a loud groan.

"SANDOR LET ME OUT!"

No answer.

"I'm not a baby, let me out of here."

"I can't let you come with me. Stay here, wait for Gregor's return"

"Sandor he doesn't care, please don't go."

"Goodbye little sister."

"Sandor!"

And then, there was silence.

"Sandor! SANDOR"

Eleanor realised her was gone. She turned her back to the door and slid to the ground. The tears she had been keeping inside were now sliding down her cheeks. Eleanor suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder. She raised her head and saw the person she least expected: Sansa Stark, holding a handkerchief for her.

Of course, she thought.

Eleanor stayed in Sansa Stark's chamber for some time, until she decided no good could come of it. She'd better be useful. If her brother wanted to abandon all hope, he was free to do it; but he didn't command her. She finally came out, and ran back to the great all.

"We need assistance on the battlement." A soldier said to her

Eleanor nodded and grabbed her medicine bag. Once she got there, Eleanor saw the most horrible sight ever.

Mother have mercy, she thought

"Help, Help me, The Hand of the king."

It was Podrick Payne.

Eleanor abandoned the soldier she was tending to and ran to him. The man was alive. Eleanor could see the corpse of a Kingsguard next to them; a spear was piercing his skull. There was nothing to do for this man. She quickly looked at Podrick, then at the dead kingsguard than back at the squire. She then felt Tyrion Lannister move.

"We have to move him. Let's go!"

And then loud screams and cheers were heard and red banners with lions on them were flying in the air.

I'm sorry if it was short.

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