A high pitch squeal startled me, as I rose my head off the stony ground. I turned my head to see two large men storm into my prison cell. Now, is my time to escape, I thought, and I jumped off the ground to sprint out the door, but their large hands wrapped around my waist and lifted me off the ground.

"No! Let me go!" I screamed and kicked at the man closest to me. He grunted and was about to strike me when the eldest guard stopped him. They exchanged hateful glances before the younger man pulled out a long white cloth and held it before my eyes.

"This will shut her up!" he mocked, his long sandy hair half covering those stony, hateful eyes. He stuffed it in my mouth and wrapped the edges around the back of my head until any sound I made was muffled. "Take her away."

I wriggled out of the eldest guard's arms and sprinted towards the door. I opened it to find four more burly looking men standing outside the doorway, a woman's body was held in their hands, and by the drooping of her hand I knew she was dead. I backed away, frightened by the likeness of the figure, it looked almost like…

"Stop her!" one of the men yelled, and the youngest man snuck up behind me to enrapture me in his arms.

"You didn't think it was that easy, did you?" he said in a frightful voice, and swiveled me around with malice. "Do you see that woman over there? That's you, my sweet."

The men worked together to sprawl the woman's body across the floor, replicating my exact posture only moments before. As if in sync they all took a step away, and let a man pass them all with a blazing red torch in his hand.

"Light her up!"

The torch was pressed against the corpse face and then on her chest; the flames flickered ferociously until it grew into a massive flame engulfing the whole body. That would have been me, I thought, as they pulled me out of the prison cell.

"Come on! We haven't much time," shouted the eldest man, it was clear he was the leader of the party with his short grey hair and thickened beard. The men followed him out the door, but they suddenly took different directions down the hallways. I was carried down the right hallway, while half of them ran down the left which would lead them to the upper levels of the Vale. Petyr, I thought worriedly, as I noticed the sharp weapons each man was carrying in their hands.

"Tie her up." They men did as they were told and tied up my wrists and ankles with rope, before they lifted me up the ground. "Good, now come along," the old man urged, and felt the walls expanse until he found what he was looking for. The wall opened for them and he smiled gleefully before he stepped into the shadowy darkness.

I whimpered with fear, the hidden passageway looked to narrow and dark for my liking. I tried to wriggle free, but it was no use, the men only held me tighter before they carried me through the dimly lighted passageway.

"Hurry!" a deep voice echoed in the darkness, it bounced off the stony walls around us. We could hear screams coming from the other side of the walls, as if chaos had erupted on the once quiet castle. It was blood curdling screams that vibrated and trembled through the narrow passageway, it could even be heard in the upper levels where the Lords and Ladies resided for the night.

What's going on? I'm so confused. The passageway seemed to be stretch on for ages, as they carried me down the straight and narrow pass, never ceasing even when they heard awful cries from the other side of the walls.

"Fire!" Lord Royce's voice could be heard somewhere in the distance, perhaps, he was on the other side of the wall. "It's all over the upper levels. Quick man! Give me some water, anything will do! Lord Robin is up there."

"My men tell me the fire is all over the upper levels," Petyr said, his voice held a strange tremor. "We may be too late."

"Well, there is only one way to find out."

"I shall come with you," Petyr said. "You'll need all the help you can get."

"Aye, that is true."

"Wait! Could the fire be near the prison cells as well. Because if it is that means-"

"Where are you going?" Lord Royce yelled out, as the heavy footsteps echoed off the walls.

"Alayne! I have to save her!" Petyr shouted back, a panic could be heard in his voice.

I'm right here, I wanted to scream.

"Leave her! It's too late! This will be better than a public execution," reasoned Lord Royce, but his efforts were in vain. Silence fell upon us all, as the men carried me down the passageway further until there was no other sound but distant screaming and the burning of wood. Smoke was even seeping its way into our darkened hallway, and I found myself coughing into the snowy white cloth wrapped around my mouth.

"Alright, we made it. Now cover her face, lest she see something she won't like." I felt a rough cloth slither around my face until the world was pitch black all around me. They lifted me higher into the air, and I felt a rush of cold air hit me as they undoubtedly opened a doorway.

Their footsteps shuffled down a cobbled pathway, it was slowly descending to god knows where. Finally, after a few minutes of them walking down the cobbled stretch I heard the heavy breathing of a horse, as the heated breaths escaped its nostrils. "Alright lads, put her up."

I found myself pressed against a large figure the minute I was hoisted up on a horse, firm arms wrapped around me as he reached for something in front of him. I heard the horse whimper, and the movement of its head being thrust up with attention. "Alright, you know your instructions. See it through!"

"Good luck," one of the voices said, before the group of men bid the stranger behind me a final farewell. I heard a smack on the backside of the horse before it lifted into the air with energy and flew down the cobbled path that could only lead to darkness.

Petyr, where are you? Find me, please, just find me, I thought, as the air grew stifling cold and cluster of snow fell upon my chilly form. I was not dressed for this cold weather, and the blustering artic wind only made matters worse. I nuzzled against the towering figure behind me, hoping to feel some of his warmth but it was no use, he was nothing like Petyr who always seemed to be warm to the touch. I whimpered with pain, or was it sadness that made my head bend down with dismay? If I had enough strength I would have cried, but no tears could come to me now- not when the life of my child was at stake.

What do they want with me? Do they know who I am? Does Petyr have something to do with this? No, he couldn't have, I deliberated, not when he was so anxious to save me from the fire. What will he do when he see's that burnt corpse at the edge of the cliffs and see the last of the fire kindling the withered form? What will he become when he realizes he's not only lost me, but my child as well?

What has become of us, I wondered, as I settled my frozen hands at the bottom of my stomach. What will become of us all?

My eyes blinked open to see the orange sun rising in the east, it glittered over the snowy mountain tops overhead. It's beautiful, I thought, before I remembered everything that had happened the night before. Petyr, I mouthed, and found that the white cloth was removed from my face. I turned my head to see a fire nearby and the elderly man eating a half-burnt fish. He smiled at me and lifted the last of his breakfast in front of me. "So, you've awaken at last?"

"Where am I?"

"Far away from harm."

"Why did you take me away?" I asked, as I rose myself from the ground. It was a struggle since my wrists and ankles were still tightly knotted together.

"I can't tell you that," he said slyly, after he took a large bite of the charcoal coloured flesh.

"Why not?"

"Because I can't," he said, while he shrugged his shoulders at me lazily. Another form appeared behind him, it was a young man with auburn coloured hair, it curled effortlessly atop his head. He looked at me and gave me a satisfied nod of his head. He went over to the older man and sat down beside him, offered him a loaf of bread.

"She's awfully pretty, isn't she?" he remarked. "No wonder they were so desperate to have her."

"Aye, she's worth a pretty penny."

"Would you like some bread, miss?" the young man asked, as he took a cautious step towards me.

"Yes," I said softly, and held the slice of bread gratefully in my hand. It felt like ages since I've had a proper morsel to eat.

"We're not going to hurt you," he said, as he took a seat next to me. "Os and I only want to deliver you safely into the master's hands, that's all."

"And if you cooperate with us, we'll free your hands and feet," Os pointed out, as he pointed his wrinkled fingers in my direction.

"We'll be good to you, I swear," the young man added, as he inched himself closer to me.

"Then let me go back. Set me free," I pleaded.

"You were going to die in a matter of hours. You should be grateful we came when we did."

"I don't care," I whined.

"There's nothing for you back there."

"Your wrong," I said woodenly, and moved myself away from him.

"You and your child will be safe," Os chided, after he threw the remains of his breakfast into the fire. "That's all that matters now."

It had been weeks since I last saw Petyr, it all felt like a memory now, a thing that never happened to me. It happened to someone else, it was Sansa Stark that fell in love with Petyr Baelish; it was Alayne Stone that was being dragged across the beaten tracks of the Eyrie, heading towards an unknown destination with nothing but the soiled clothes on my back. Os' words had been true, he took good care of me and payed particular attention to the rising swell at the bottom of my stomach. He would often place me upon his horse in grave silence and lead me down the treacherous paths, careful that no harm should come to my child and I.

Os was silent for most of his journey, alert of any potential danger that might fall upon us in the darkened forests. Carl, however, was an amiable companion for most of the journey. He told me lots of funny stories of his sell-swords days and how he wanted to be a knight, but he was careful to leave out any information that might help me rationalize his true intentions for me and my child. He wanted to be rich as well and hoped he would be as rich as the Lannisters one day. "I wouldn't mind marrying the Queen if she'd have me," he said, as he ducked low to avoid a tree branch.

"Margaery?"

"What? No! I meant Cersei Lannister. Margery is dead, didn't you know?"

"Oh! Yes, of course. I forgot."

"How could you forget that! The entire Sept engulfed in a green flame," he laughed. "Now, that is a woman I'd like… strong and fierce like a lion."

More like a raging lunatic, I thought, as I looked away from him.

"How much further, Os? I'm getting hungry."

"Your always hungry," he scowled with a gruff voice.

"I'm a growing boy," he teased, and flickered his sword around in the air as if he was facing an opponent.

"We won't stop till nightfall."

"That's not enough time to eat."

"We'll have left overs."

"Again?"

"Again."

"Seven hells! What have I got myself into?" Carl asked airily. "I know the pay is good, but is it worth it?"

"Enough talking-"

"I know someone who will pay us three times the price."

"Enough-"

"I might even get a knighthood."

"Carl," warned Os, his huge knuckled hands tightened around the horse's bridle. "Don't say another word."

"Or what? You've been thinking the same thing, just admit it."

"No."

"If we give her over to the Lannister's or even the Vale-"

"You know too much," Os said, as he unsheathed his sword.

"It doesn't take long to put two and two together, my friend. Why else would we have to go to such an extreme to take her there."

Os approached him with a defensive stance, keenly aware of the short dagger Carl was now holding in his hand.

"Think about it! If she really is Sansa Stark, which I think she is by this point since her hair has taken on that familiar shade of-"

Os pounced on him like a tiger and threw him to the floor, his sword glazing the wiry neck of Carl. "We are not doing that."

"Why are you so quick to serve him. What has he ever done for you? Think of it, Oswell, think of the money that will be poured on our laps if we give her in."

"You're a bloody fool, you know that?"

"I'm clever! You know what I say is right!"

"Yes," the haggard looking man said as he lifted the boy up on his feet. "We'll give her to the Lannisters."

"I knew you'd come around eventually, old man," Carl said, the moment he clapped his hand at the side of Os' arm. "We'll be as rich as Littlefinger. Maybe I'll even buy myself a brothel like him. Imagine, Os, women as far as the eye can see, and if they look like her…" he pointed in my direction now with a lustful look in his eye, "Then I'll truly be a happy man. Now, tell me, my sweet, has Littlefinger's finger truly been busy?"

Carl's smug suddenly fell from his face when a sword pierced through his back, the tip of the sword glistened at the front of his chest with a ruby red hue. Os pulled his sword out with distaste and watched the man crumble to the ground. "Don't say a word," Os warned, before he went over to Carl's horse and lead it towards mine. "I've been dying to do that the moment I set eyes on him," he said through crooked teeth, and for once he genuinely smiled at me to my surprise. "Let's go before it gets to dark," he noted, and leapt on his horse before he steered it away from me.

I knew that smile, I had seen a similar one only once before- Kettleback, I realized, and with a shake of my head I followed the grizzled man-at-arms into the frosty covered forest.