A flurry of colors wisked around me in a clear summer meadow as I played with Lady, my beautiful direwolf. She was there, in the flesh itself, barking playfully. Her eyes suddenly turned toward the brook at an approaching figure. Soon, a familiar face came forward. My father's serious face changed into one of relief. His eyes filled with tears as mine had already fallen. Was it a ghost? Or a mirage? I was not sure what this was, but I did not want it to end. As my hands reached to touch him, to feel my father with me, the colors swirled, painting the beautiful meadow back to darkness.

The crickets chirped on peacefully as my bedchamber laid in front of me. My head still ached; my fingers reached my temple at the sore, throbbing area. I traced along a tender cut, about 3 inches long. And the visions of that terrible morning resurfaced. Ser Mateos being struck down effortlessly by my savior... It had been him. Sandor. A sense of dread filled my being. Where was he? The king would hear of his Hound killing another knight; Joffrey would sentence him to an excrutiating torment. I had to stop him. I had to see Sandor.

I got up as quickly as my head would permit me. I made sure I was somewhat presentable; Joffrey would not take me seriously if I looked less than a Lady. As a ran through the corriders toward the Great Hall, I caught myself thinking of Sandor.

Since my first days as a captive at Kings Landing, the rough, aggressive Sandor would tower over the other Knights, intimadating me ( and the other men). I soon learned he was the only man at Kings Landing I could trust with all my heart and my life. He had saved it a few times before, always calling me a small 'little bird', too weak and too scared to leave my cage. I hated to admit it, but he was always right. And if I did not reach the King soon, I would never be able to thank him.

The Grand hall stood, empty, in front of me. I frantically looked around for anyone who could hear my plea. Behind the thrones steps, a slender figure appeared walking toward me. The Queen, as beautiful as she was, could never mask her dark intentions. Her blond, long braid swayed behind her as a smile crawled on her face.

"Oh, little dove, you look quite startled. Did you rest for long? That fall must have been painful", Cersei proclaimed. She knew about everything of the past morning. I summoned all my courage.

"Your Grace, please, I beg you, have mercy on Ser Sandor. He killed that man only as self defense, to protect me! Please, have mercy..!". I had not meant to raise my voice, but my fear could not be surpressed. I just wanted to save Sandor's life. Just as he had saved mine.

"But he is not a Knight", the Queen retorted, speaking the truth. Sandor was not a vowed Knight, yet his loyalty to the king was unfleeting. He derserved more.

"Please your Grace, I...-"

The Queen raised her hand, bidding my silence.

"Do not fret, little dove, all is well. Justice will serve". My heart fluttered as I prepared my many thanks. I was about to praise my Queen, when she interupted me again.

" Sandor Clegane has been sentence to death by hanging tomorrow once the bells ring at noon. Come, do not worry, all will be alright. Now, fly away". With that, Queen Cersei touched heels and walked out of the Grand Hall. As the door closed behind her, my knees gave in. My only..friend..unjustly being killed. I was tired, of the injustice, of the pain. It reminded my of Fathers death, an unjust death. No, I thought, this will not happen again.

The cells. He would be there, awaiting his sentence like a loyal Hound. And I had to find him; this little bird will stay in her cage no longer.

I started to run, even sprint down the halls. The sweat poured down my back as my silk dress tugged unto my limbs. It was almost midnight. Insecurities rushed through my mind: what in Heavens name is a sixteen year old girl going to do to save a man? What can I do...? Desperate thoughts began to sink in my mind. I hope it did not have to come to that.

I was near the basement cells when a very small man came walking towards me. I cannot be interrupted once more, I thought. The nonchalant face of Tyrion Lannister the dwarf met me in the brick corridor.

"Good Evening, my Lady. A bit late to be having tours of the grounds, is if not? I do not-"

" I am sorry, my Lord, but I am in a hurry and must go. Please excuse me". I bowed as low as I could. Tyrion's facade had changed.

" There is nothing you can do. His fate is sealed", he said, as I gazed into his countenance. Surely, he could try and help.

"My Lord, please, I must! It is not fair for him to-"

At that moment, his hand crept into mine, shutting me up and putting a small metal object into it. I opened my hand to reveal a ancient key. Was this a trick?

"You have an hour before the guards come back from thier drinking spree. The dragons I gave them should buy them a few rounds. You must make haste if that dog should live to see another bone."

My mouth stood agape. Was this really possible? Could Tyrion really be coming to my aid?

" I...do not understand...Why help me? Why help Ser Sandor? You are a Lannister. Forgive me, my Lord, but how can I trust you?"

Tyrion smiled a cunning smile.

" Oh I was not much of a lover of Ser Mateos. Rather an obnoxious Knight. That poor Hound was only saving a Wolf after all. And remember, My lady, not every Lannister is a evil twit." He started to turn.

" Thank you, My Lord. I owe you all of my thanks and more", as I kissed Tyrion on the cheek. I must never forget my manners. I started to run again with a new urgency, when Tyrions voice rang again through the corridor. I looked back again at the only Lannister I would have to thank all of my life.

"Do not go looking for your brother, nor your Mother. The King will look there first". And with that, he walked back up the stairs into the night.

I would free Sandor, and then...what? Stay in Kings Landing and awaited My death..?

As I approached the basement door, unlocked the key, and hurried in, I decided what must I do.

I had to fly.

Sandor's POV….

The rats covered the floor as the stench of blood and bones filled the damp cell. I would have killed every fucking rat in this hell hole. But at that point, I didnt care. I knew my death would be coming soon. Heh. Poor little bird, must be going mad. She was too kind not to worry.

Deep down, I didnt give a damn about tomorrow.

I had done it for the Little Bird. And for that, my death I would accept.

I could not help but smile. My mind took me back at the times the little Bird would call me "Ser". Foolish girl.

I was no Ser.

That bastard. And he was called Ser. More like Mateos, the fucking bastard of the South.

At least she is safe. Hmph. I hope she isn't a fool and sees the whole damn hanging. I dont think the little bird will last a second.

Wine would be nice.

Small steps approached the hole. Another bugger to guard me.I chuckled at the thought.

The door flew open as the prettiest blue eyes looked at me through the light of a lantern.

Heh.

Well, I must be dead already. And this must be heaven.