With every step he took, Bronn feared he would find her dead body. Of course it was only because he someone to pay him. With the sight of blood and dead bodies spread in the streets, of screaming women and dying men, it was hard to believe she was still alive. Bronn was a skilled fighter and moved quickly through the streets, agile and smart like a cat. He had seen the Hound too, searching Lady Sansa and cutting through the crowd with his large sword. The people were out of their mind, murdering everyone with fancy clothes and sigils with rocks, dung forks and bare hands. Not far away, a woman was surrounded men, screaming and crying as they held her. Bronn didn't bother to stop for her. He wasn't paid for heroic actions and mercy.

For a moment, he could the woman's face. She had brown eyes and dark hair and her dress had been light blue before. Bronn wasn't sure, but he remembered the women being near Rebekah before the riot. Another scream came from across the stream, so Bronn decided to go in that direction.

Then he found her, circled by three men, two holding her violently while the third appeared to holding his stomach in pain.

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Rebekah tried to kick them, bite them, hit them, but she had no chance against three grown men, one of them having the shoulders of a smith. Her dress was torn apart, the only pieces covering her were wet from her attempted escape through the stream.

One man draw a dagger, and Rebekah screamed in terror as he grabbed her leg violently with one hand pushing up her dress while he held the dagger ready to stab her. Rebekah winded herself, causing the men to slip and cut her in her left upper thigh. "Seven hells, bitch!" he growled and slapped her across the face.

Suddenly, the man coughed, blood dripping out of his mouth. Rebekah screamed in pain and her vision began to blur. She felt the hard hands on her arms releasing, making her fall to the ground. The noises and the scent of blood slowly faded. Another men appeared in her field of vision. Out of instinct, she raised her hands to fight him off, scratch him, at least cause as much damage as possible before passing out. He gently took her hands. „You're truly a cat, aren't you? There's no need to scratch me, kitten. I'm getting you home now."

-„No!" Rebekah tried to hold her eyes open. „Lady Kenna... I have to help her!" she muttered, breathing heavily. „They have her..." as she tried to get up, the man held her down. „Don't worry, my boys will take care of the other one." He muttered, when the pain gained the upper hand and Rebekah passed out.

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The Hound had found Lady Sansa, carrying the girl over his shoulder. Slowly, the calm was returning in the Red Keep. But Tyrion had stayed, waiting for his bodyguard to return, hopefully with Lady Rebekah.

-„He has certainly found her. Lady Rebekah is a tough woman." Tyrion said, more to himself than to Podrick, who stood next to him silently.

-„Yes, my lord." The squire answered.

Tyrion caught himself biting his nails. He was scared of losing one of his rare friends, and the imp loved her more than his own sister, even if that actually didn't mean much.

-„Bronn is a good swordsman. One of the best. He has saved her by now."

-„Of course my lord" Podrick said, and Tyrion realized the boy wasn't going to be much help.

The minutes felt like hours. Tyrion could already picture her with white and cold skin, her red hair standing out against it exactly like her dead brother's, he would have to return the golden huntress of the Westerlands to Shadow Castle, explaining why she had died under his protection –

-„My lord! He's back." Podrick said and Tyrion saw he was right. There he was, the most insolent cutthroat he knew with his friend in his arms. „Rebekah!" Tyrion breathed, running towards her as fast as he could with his crippled legs.

-„She needs a maester!" Bronn said calmly, while Tyrion's eyes widened in shock as he saw her. Rebekah's former light green dress was torn apart, soaked in water, mud and blood. One leg was completely exposed, the piece of fabric used as bandage around her upper thigh was already turning red. Her hair was a mess and dark bruises covered her face.

Bronn was covered in blood as well, if it was hers, his or other's – Tyrion could not tell.

He ignored the goldcloaks appearing behind Bronn with two other Ladies of the court. He could hardly look away from Rebekah's wounds.

-„Maester Pycelle is with the King." Tyrion muttered helplessly.

-„Podrick, go fetch a Maester. Quick. I'm taking her to her chambers." Bronn said impatiently, then looked to Tyrion who asked hesitantly: „Has she been... have they taken..?" he stumbled over his words, which was incredibly atypical for Tyrion Lannister.

„I don't think so. She'll be fine. The girl gave them a tough fight."

-„I hope none of those bastards still lives."

Bronn answered with unusual seriousness.

-„No one, m'lord."

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Rebekah woke up slowly regaining consciousness. „Ahhh." She moaned coarsely, being blinded by the soft light in the room. Her upper thigh hurt, but it was bearable. Rebekah's whole body felt sore, but still she tried to get up.
-„No my lady, you should not move." Rebekah recognized Shae's voice.

-„I'm fine." Rebekah managed to rasp.

-„You always say that m'lady, but I assure you no one believes you." Shae said with a smile.

The images of what happened returned to her.

-„Bronn? Are you alright?" she asked worriedly, her head still spinning.

-„Do you hear that, Tyrion? She asks if I am fine. Something is definitely wrong with you kitten." The mercenary's voice was tinted with his familiar sarcasm.

-"Yes, I'm fine. I've been attacked by reeking, bloodthirsty peasants, dragged through the city, beaten and almost raped, but that's it – oh wait, I think that wasn't me, that was you. Silly me always confuses things."

-„So that means you're alright?" Rebekah asked hesitantly, not being able to understand what he intended to say.

-„Yes m'lady." Bronn said with a sigh.

-„And Kenna? Kenna Rykker?" she asked again, remembering the young Lady.

Now it was Tyrion answering, approaching her bed. „She's fine too."

Rebekah's head began to clear. Although Shae had told her not to, she sat up, finding herself in her own chambers in one of her nightgowns.

She had no time being embarrassed because of her appearance when she tried to process the events of the last day.

-„For how long have I been...?" she started and Tyrion padded her hand. „A little more than a day. It's the shock I think. The cut on your leg is not deep, yet it will leave a scar. Maester Lucan says there's nothing broken but he's not entirely sure because he didn't want to invade your personal space." He explained, raising his eyebrows quizzically.

For a moment, Rebekah didn't understand what he implied, then the realization hit her.

-„Oh." She breathed. „I'm still a maiden, if that's what you mean. Bronn was there just in time to prevent more." Rebekah cursed herself for sounding so meek. But the thought of those men made her nauseate.
-„The kitten gave them a proper fight. Like I told you." Bronn said to Tyrion, breaking the akward silence.

-„You should rest now, my lady." Shae said, sitting on the bed next to Rebekah. She stood up and took Tyrion's hand. „Let her sleep, my lion." Tyrion gave her another worried look and sighed. „Lady Rebekah, promise me to stay in bed and out of trouble. Please." Rebekah smiled and nodded. Apparently, keeping her out of trouble was impossible.

Please tell me what you think of this chapter! Thanks to HoundFan, sassygirl9811 and Anna.B for reviewing.

Anna.B, your constructive review really made my day :) Thank you for your support! I'm glad you liked the action scene, they are the most difficult to write because of the language... sometimes I wish I could just write in German it would be so much better. Joffrey and the Lannisters are really fun to write so there will be more of them.

Bronn saved Rebekah exactly like you suggested, so you're really good at guessing what happens next ;) Oberyn Martell's death was terrible even for Game of Thrones. Thanks to Pedro Pascal the Viper was even better than in the books. I'm exited to make him interact with Rebekah and Bronn. Just imagine what would happen if Bronn and Oberyn fight.. ;)

xoxo & Liebe Grüße