Clegane hastened, running through the halls as he overheard calls to wake the dragons.

Whoever was attacking Dragonstone, Clegane had no doubt their only intention was to send a message rather than to win in anything. Anyone attacking a castle with dragons knew that.

It wasn't the attackers he was worried about. He was concerned that it might reach Lana.

Adrenaline numbed his sore body, racing up the stairs and skipping two with each step. Then the vibration of something large slamming into the castle shook him. He growled as he placed a steadying hand on the wall. If they fucking hit her room...

When he rounded the corner, her hall was still intact, and he wasted no time as he rammed his shoulder into her door, bursting it open with the wood smacking against the wall, nearly breaking off the hinges. "Let's go!" he shouted, entering the room. The ocean was in view through her windows.

They needed to get away from the seaside.

Where are the fucking dragons?

Lana's clean, prim face was full of panic, although she didn't question him and immediately abandoned her bed, wearing nothing but her lady's sleeping gown, her pale blonde hair loose. She nearly went to grab some things as she passed them, but he shouted at her, "NOW!"

She ran towards him. He grabbed her by the back of the neck and guided her through the hall.

"The fuck is going on?" she asked.

"Trebuchets. If I had to guess, Cersei is pissed, and sacrificed those men to attack your sister."

They passed a handmaiden. "Fetch her proper fucking robes," Clegane commanded, to which the woman nodded her head and hurried, her hair falling out as she ran.

As if on cue, the sound of rock being absolutely demolished shook them so hard that Lana had to grab him for balance. He turned around, sweat beading down every part of his body.

It went clean through Lana's room.

He looked down to her and her eyes were wide, knowing what she just narrowly missed. No doubt the handmaiden was among the fresh ruble, dust filling the air as pieces of drapery were strewn about.

"Let's go. We need to get interior," Clegane said, and they continued to move. Luckily, Lana was a woman who had been around chaos and didn't seem besmirched by fear. Made his job a whole lot fucking easier.

They came upon an area that was pure rubble, and Lana, without complaint, walked through, wincing on the sharp rocks.

Sandor reached under her, draping her legs over his arm and grabbed her waist with his other, carrying her through.

It was absurd, but he was more energized than before. The area smelled of rock, dust, and the oils on her skin. A solider like Sandor lived for this kind of adrenaline rush. He lived for the innocents that he could protect, for the pride in knowing he was more skilled than his enemies.

It was always a wasted desire, as so many people in this world were ungrateful cunts that didn't deserve an ounce of his ability.

But she did, and he'd see her through this.

They reached a clean area and he put her down, although he still placed a protective hand on the back of her neck and guided her. His mind faded in and out of wanting to glance down at her, the nightdress leaving her body completely free and exposed underneath, her breasts unrestrained, and yet his drive to get her to a safety triumphed over all.

They finally reached the gardens, and he stopped there.

The sound of one of the dragons screeching was heard overhead. "Fucking finally, they get those flaming fuckers out."

Lana breathed heavily, glancing around. She had almost died.

She had almost died.

If Cersei really attacked them, then that bitch almost killed Lana.

So many questions ran through her mind, along with double the amount of concern, but all she saw as she looked up was the stubbled face of Sandor Clegane, sweat beading down his face. His quick thinking and action saved her life.

"How did you know? I should have died just now," Lana said.

"Saw the ships. I grew up with Lannisters. I don't trust any of those cunts to think logically or with caution. Except for Tyrion, unless there is a whore around."

She wanted to kiss him for what he did, but he was too tall to make it work without it looking ridiculous.

"Well, I feel I owe you something. What does a lady do when someone saves her?"

He scoffed. "Make them a knight, but if you knight me, I'll slap you."

She laughed and felt her breasts gently bounce, then her cheeks warmed, and she placed her arms over them. "I am so - this is not how a lady is supposed to look!" she exclaimed, aware at how wrong this was.

It was amazing to Lana how quickly she got used to behaving in a particular manner.

Clegane darkly said, "Noticed that."

She half-smiled, her mouth agape, and Clegane's eyes dropped to look her over, the stoic face of a warrior breaking, just ever so, to let out his desire.

Men came around the corner, and Clegane's hand was immediately on the back of her neck, pulling her into the cold metal of his armor.

"There you are!" Tyrion cried out, looking her over. "You're barely clothed."

"And barely alive. We had no time to waste," Lana said, eyeing the group. Varys was among them.

A servant with fabric in their arms came near, holding the cloth out. Clegane took a step out, grabbed it, then turned his back to the crowd and helped it over Lana's shoulders. She noticed his eyes fall to her breasts, and yet he refrained from any comment.

It was one of the things she liked most about him. He was an ass, and even though he hated the order of men who took oaths, he knew when to behave like a true knight.

"What happened?" Lana asked.

"A small part of Euron's fleet decided to hurl giant boulders at us," Tyrion said.

"Why is the castle built within distance of something like that?" Lana asked.

"My guess?" Varys remarked. "The same reason the fleet is no longer attacking us. The dragons set fire to them, and I assume when Dragonstone was built, no one dared to think it would be attacked, as they had dragons then too."

"Why'd they do it all, then? They know Dany is here."

"We are scourging the seas to see if anyone surviving will be able to answer, " Tryion chimed in. "They sent a small number compared to what they have. It was just a punch to the face. They meant to do damage, to unnerve. It wasn't meant to deal real harm."

"But it could have," Clegane snapped, his hand still on the back of her neck. "Boulder went right through her room. If you want her as a damned lady of this place, might want to start treating her like one."

Varys showed a rare face of defeat. "That was a bad judgement. We are, of course, happy you are safe, Lady Lana."

"Where is my sister?" Lana asked.

"Probably returning at some point, once she burns their ships down."

"We should hold a meeting, discuss what happened, and what we will do in response," Lana said, trying to sound like a lady. That's what they would do, right?

"We need to see if your clothes are elsewhere as well," Tyrion said.

She nodded, and with that, she parted to find some real clothes to wear.  When she finally found a replacement dress, Lana went to the Chambers of the Painted Table where the others were meeting.

Lana sat down at the table, looking around the see Jon Snow, Lady Olenna, Tyrion, Varys, and Ser Jorah.

They all rose when Dany walked into the room.