As Sansa paced throughout my room nattering on, and Shae sitting in my drawing chair, I sat on my bed listening. However, my mind kept wandering in and out of the conversation. About an hour later they left, late for something. I stood up and stretched, and a raven hurled into the room. Damn bird, this one was as ungraceful as I've ever seen a bird be. I snatched the letter from its leg.

"Master Dragon, Lord of Light

I've written to let you know that your request is being executed flawlessly. I have convinced Stannis to kill Renly with shadow magic, and we march to King's Landing. Stannis plans to seize control of the throne. There are only 4 armies in this war now my lord, and Dragonstone is to be completely vacated by the time you read this letter.

Your loyal servant, priestess of the light"

I looked at the books I had piled in a corner. Everything in my secret library had been read except for these books. Everything has pointed to my path leading to Dragonstone. I needed dragon glass. Fuck the plans for this place. I will rebuild my home once these idiots are dead. I set my books in my bag and set out to 'collect supplies' or at least I planned to. As I opened my door, Cersei stood on the other side, she must've been reaching for the door as I had opened it. "Ah, Asher, lovely timing as always. I require your knowledge of… area effect perception" I nodded and dumbly followed her. We winded down into the cellars. "You see, I have gotten news that Stannis is leading his fleet here. And I have a plan to retaliate. Its called wildfire" my eyes widened in horrific remembrance of how frequently my father burned whatever he pleased with wildfire. Even a drop could kill a man. And this dumb stupid bitch had 4 barrels of the stuff! "I plan to blanket the ocean with wildfire and burn them before they can set eyes on King's Landing."

"Cersei, you'll burn us all before any of those dragons even set eyes on this place if you use that wildfire."

"We plan to make another thousand barrels" I stood in awe "Either way Asher, we will win this war" I followed her back to the entrance

"Cersei, your mad. But I must get supplies. I'll see you again"

"You went yesterday. I insist you accompany me in anointing my father as the hand" I nodded, and she spun on her heel, heading off. I stalked behind her like the moron blacksmith I was. I was stopped in front of the door, as only those lordly enough to attend were allowed through. Sandor Clegane was also stopped at the door, accompanying the cunt king like the loyal hound he was.

As we both stood like statues, surprisingly he sparked up a conversation. "Bloody idiots, their going to tear this kingdom apart, and burn whatever they can" he grimaced, probably a flashback to his face being devoured by the flames in his youth.

"I don't understand what you're talking about. I don't see any torches being lit up" I stared deadpanned at the door, forcing my face to remain obliviously stoic and unaware of the wildfire begging to be set free of its prison like barrel.

Sandor grunted, or scoffed. I never talked to the man enough to notice the difference is his actions. "Run little blacksmith, these cunts are hungry for war. I'm leaving at dark. And if you tell anyone, ill rip you in half"

Bewildered at the fact I had just been called little, the last time that had happened was when I was 13 or so, my mind latched onto a scheme "I won't say a thing, on one condition" his head snapped to me, and his shoulders puffed up. No wonder he had been coined as the hound, he was uncannily like a cross between a dog and a bear. I met his glare with cold steady eyes "Take the Stark girl with you. You know your king the best. Do your conscious a favor, keep the haunted ghosts of the innocents you slaughtered in that boy's name at bay, and save that girl from a terrible fate. You do that, and ill pretend this conversation never happened" he mulled it over, for what was probably a minute, but felt like an eternity.

"Fine. Now shut up blacksmith" perfect. Now I had no quarrels within my mind about leaving as well tonight. So, fuck standing here waiting for a queen I will burn to the ground. I turned and left, Sandor as statuesque as stone ignoring my very existence there.

My feet strode nearly as fast as my pulse was racing. I unlocked the door to my home, opened my bag, and set the scroll in the bag. I looked around for any other items I wanted to take from my home, and spotted a hammer, my water sack, food, flint, and tongs to put in the bag. I grabbed a sword and a thick travel hood. The travel hood went to my knees, black felt with red stitching. the sleeves and hood were black felt with fox fur lining whereas the rest of the felt was lined with bear fur. I relocked the door on my way out, knowing it would be ransacked within a week, I tossed the key into the bag and went to my library. I took 5 more books to put in the bag, the ones I believed to be the most important. Dusk was quickly falling, the sun hanging just above houses with a thick orange and red giving way the purple and black hue of the sky.

I looked back to my forge, pleading Rodrick and Lyanna to forgive me for abandoning their sacrifices and efforts to keep me safe, looked to Dragonstone, sighed and started my journey to the east as I set my little raft out to cross Blackwater Bay.