I wanted to start by saying...this chapter may be slow do to the fact I am wearing a band-aid on one of my fingers, making it hard to type. If you see misspelled words, I'll fix it later! Anyways, we're slowly getting to the part where Sansa and Sandor meet. I hope you enjoy. Again, thank you for the praise on the story. I have decided to call Sansa...Alayne. Just for now. So remember!

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A mistake

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Sandor could not remember when the last time was he slept on a soft feather or straw bed. He saw the inn coming up on the side of the road and sighed, "Finally, we have made it. Feel that cold air, wolf? That air is coming from the ocean near the Eyrie. After resting here for a few nights, you'll be there in no time."

He looked back at her and saw her nearly dozing off in her saddle. It had been two days since he gave her that good slap in the face, and although her lip and face was bruised a bit, she did not complain. Sandor snorted, "Wake up!" Arya jumped and looked at him with a frown, "What's the matter? Couldn't wake me up like a normal person?" She saw the inn ahead and sighed, "Thank the Gods!" He could not help but chuckle as she kicked her horse in its side so she would get there as fast as she could.

As they reached the barns and tied up their horses, he threw Arya his satchel along with her own, "Keep your mouth shut, understand? I don't know what kind of people are here." She rolled her eyes as he walked in front of her and entered the building.

It was a rather large inn and it was the cleanest they had both come across. Sandor looked around and his eyes laid on a man cleaning a table off. He walked to him and cleared his throat, "You the owner?" The man smiled and wiped his hands on his tunic, "Sure am! Sam is the name, how are ya?" He held a hand out to shake, but Sandor simply looked down at it and continued, "I need two rooms. One for me and one for my daughter." Sam looked past him and saw where Sandor was gesturing, "Aye, of course. That will be one dragon and if you want a meal while you're here, you just need to come down here and set up at a table. We are usually not too busy now, so you lot are lucky."

Sandor deposited the coin into the mans hand and grabbed Arya by the collar, "Which rooms?" Sam nodded and looked from the two and motioned, "Follow me up these steps here." They were led to the two rooms, which were both small, but a good enough size for each. After Sam left them to unpack and settle, Sandor went to Arya's room and looked around, "Nice little place, isn't it? Better room than what I had at Kings Landing." Arya smiled as she unpacked her satchel, "I suppose you slept in the barn with the animals?"

"Watch your tongue. No, I slept in a small room near the dungeons. Room may have been small but I could hear everything from there." He shook his head as he tried to clear it and mumbled, "Best hurry up so we can get some food and then baths before dark comes. You'll need to feed your horse too."

Arya nodded, "Alright. Would you stop acting like my Septa for a few minutes?" She walked past him and when he didn't say anything, she turned, "Come on then, Father."

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Alayne walked the halls of the Eyrie, hoping to find someone to talk to, but the handmaidens would only look at her, and whisper to each other before giggling and walking past her. She frowned as she saw them do it and after two days of it, Alayne burst into the dining hall that afternoon, "Alayne, my dear child. Come sit next to me and eat something." She looked at her father and smiled, "Father." Calling him father was one of the harder things she had to do after changing her name and hair color. She curtsied before walking to his side and sitting next to him. On the other side if him, was the young Robin.

She felt for the boy since his mother died. No. She was killed. Alayne shook her head, "Father, I was wondering when I would be able to have someone to talk to around here. The handmaidens all laugh at me and whisper to each other when they see me." Petyr smiled and went to speak, but Robin mumbled first, "That's because you're a bastard." Alayne looked at him and Petyr turned to him, "How dare you speak to my daughter in such a way. You're lucky you still have a home as well, young Robin."

"It's true! No one wants to speak to a bastard! If I were the one in charge of the Eyrie, I'd throw her out of the moon door!" Alayne stood from her seat and walked to him, slapping him across the face, "How dare you, you little rat! My father has been more than kind to you since your mother's death." She hissed the last words to him near his ear, but backed away when she realized what she had done. She backed away, "I am sor-"

"I hate you! You're a stupid girl and shouldn't be here!" Robin got up from his seat and ran out of the room. Alayne called out, "Robin, wait!"

"No use. That boy is a lost cause." Alayne looked at her father, "I-I didn't mean to hit him. My anger is just stronger than it was when..." She stopped talking as he stood up next to her, "Since when, Alayne?" She shook her head, "When you brought me here, my Lord." Petyr did not smile when she called him that, "Is that my dear Sansa I heard speaking to me just now?" Alayne's blue eyes searched his dark gray ones, "Sansa-"

"May I speak with Sansa?" Sansa smiled, "You may." Petyr took her hand and placed it on his arm and began to walk her from the table, "I suppose you find your chambers comfortable?" She nodded, "Yes, thank you, Lord Baelish."

"You still call me that. I insist you call me Petyr from now on."

They were quiet for a moment, "What will we do now? I mean, they must be trying to find out why Aunt Lysa, well, tripped." He heard her emphasis on the word and nodded, "I will be meeting with a council tomorrow. That is when they will figure out what really happened and what will happen to the Vale."

"But you were married to her, wouldn't you get it?" He nodded, "I should. But with Robin here, they may want him to take it since he is her only blood." Sansa could sense the hostility in his voice, "Petyr, you don't plan to.." She stopped him and made him turn to her, "He is just a little boy."

"A little boy that will grow up to be just as heartless as Joffrey. I saw that child King grow up and I can assure you that whatever I plan will be for the best." He sighed, "Time to bring back Alayne, Sansa." Alayne bowed her head as she curtsied, "I will see you at dinner, Father." Petyr watched his bastard daughter walk from the room with her head held high. He could not help but smile as she stopped and looked at staring handmaidens, "Well, I suppose you all have something to tell me since you can't help but stare?" The girls gasped and quickly left the room. Petyr chuckled as Alayne left and he whispered, "The girl is learning fast."

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After nightfall...

Jaime looked back at the two people behind him, "Do you know what you must do?" Shae nodded and the man next to her whispered, "We to startle the guards and cut their throats." Jaime smiled, "Good. Now go." He pushed them both forward and watched as his companions coaxed the guards from their place and they cut their throats with ease. Jaime placed his hood over his head and face and instructed for the others to do the same before grabbing the keys from one of the dead guards belt. He ran to the cell that held his brother and hissed through the barred window on the door, "You best be awake."

Tyrion was awake and had heard everything outside his door, but when it opened and three people walked in, he eyed them, "Jaime?" Jaime moved his hood to show his face, "I won't allow you to die for something you didn't do." Tyrion had tears in his eyes when his brother said that but soon eyed the others, "Shae?" One nodded and when he looked to the other one, he didn't say a word.

"You would forget your old friend?" Tyrion smiled, "Bronn." Bronn removed his hood, "Time for us to get on the road, my little friend." He tossed Tyrion a small cloak and passed him a dagger, "I suppose you know how to use it?" Tyrion snorted as he quickly tied on his cloak, "When you are my size, you learn to use whatever weapon you can to survive."

Jamie nodded, "Alright, we must go before they find something wrong. Come on, I know a way through another passage." Shae stepped forward and took Tyrion's hand, "My lion, I told you I would return." He gave her hand a pat and whispered, "One step closer to forgiveness." They all quickly left the cell and ran up the steps and out of the dungeon. After checking the halls, Jaime moved them quickly, "Right down this way and we can make it out through the gardens."

But as they turned a corner, a handmaiden carrying a tray of wine bumped into them and dropped it on the floor. She gasped as she saw the hooded figures, but when she saw the shorter one, she pointed and yelled, "That is Lord Tyrion! Help!" Shae stepped forward and used her dagger to slice the girls throat, "Come on, we don't have much time now."

The group continued their run to the gardens, but a few halls down, Cersei sat in her chambers, drinking down the last of her wine. She sighed, "Where the hell is that girl with my wine?" Not a moment after she whispered those words, she heard screaming coming from the hall. She dropped her glass on the floor and ran to her door, opened it and called for her guards, "What was that?" They shrugged, "We do not know, your grace." Cersei growled, "Half of you go protect the King and his door. The rest come with me."

Cersei and her guards ran down the halls until they can to the young handmaiden bleeding from a slice on her neck. Cersei kicked the empty wine jug and looked around. But then it hit her, "The dungeons!" She continued running until she got down into the dungeon to see the two guards dead and her brother's cell door open. She screamed and kicked the dead bodies of the guards before turning to her own, "The Kingslayer has escaped! I want the docks to be searched! No boats come in or out, do you understand? Search the castle and its yards and do not stop until you find him! Go! Go! Go!" She continued to scream as they all ran out and up the stairs.

Jaime and the others heard the screams as they made it past the gardens. He stopped, "Jaime, go back, what you are doing will get you killed." Jaime looked down at his little brother and snorted, "I am a condemned man either way, brother." They soon heard voices of guards and horses being ready to ride in search for them. Shae whispered, "We must run!" Jaime looked down at his brother, "Forgive me." He reached down and lifted his brother into his arms, carrying him as though he was a toddler. He held him tight to his armor as they ran through the city. Tyrion watched over Jaime's shoulder as torch light was getting closer to them, "Jaime, they are coming."

But soon they made it to the rocks. The same rocks that Sansa Stark was led down to get to a row boat to leave the Capital. Bronn helped Shae down the slippery rocks as Jaime carefully carried his brother. Below was a large rowboat and as Bronn helped Shae in, Jaime placed his brother down, "Your safe now. Take this." He pressed a bag of coins into his brother's hand, "Bronn will bring you out of the port through the fog. You will not be seen at this time of night." Tyrion looked at the bag in his hand and them up at his brother, "Jaime, I cannot thank you enough."

His older brother looked down at him, "You are welcome, Tyrion. Listen, when you are on land once more, Bronn has someone waiting with three horses. They will be able to get you to a port near the Vale where you will board a ship for the free cities. Until then, you are noticeable." Tyrion nodded, but before he could say more, bells began to ring through the night, announcing a prisoners escape. Bronn whispered from the boat, "We've got to go, now!"

Jaime helped his brother in the boat and looked at them, "Keep safe, all of you." Tyrion became nervous, "What of you?" Jaime smirked, "I'll be fine! Go!" Bronn kicked off from the rocks and began to paddle as fast as he could with the help of Shae. As they disappeared through the fog, Tyrion looked at Jaime until neither could see each other anymore.

Jaime sighed, quickly removed his hood, and threw it in the water before climbing the rocks once more. He ran back through the city and towards the gate of the castles, hoping his brother would make it to the free cities before it was too late.

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How about that? That intense escape! I seriously hope you are all enjoying the changes I have put up. I am really liking this chapter! Reviews are welcome!