Baqo, standing in Sansa's room, suddenly heard Aegon's voice echoing in his head.
" Take the girl."
Short and direct to the point, Baqo acted without hesitation, scooping the sleeping girl out of bed in one fluid motion as the illusion on him slipped, revealing his true appearance.
His actions were enough to wake the peaceful sleeping girl.
Her eyes snapped open, feeling the hand wrapped around her waist. She lifted her head to scream.
But her head quickly dropped as Baqo knocked her unconscious with a hit to the back of her head.
He threw her over his shoulder and broke out into a sprint, jumping out the window. He entered, landing heavily on the ground below.
As he landed, the noise attracted the attention of a guard passing by in the corridor on the opposite side of Sansa's former room.
"Hey!!!! Stop right there!"
The guard shouted, but Baqo simply ignored him and began running the way he came.
"Intruder!!!!! Intruder!!!!! Intruder!!!" The guard's voice echoed in the silent walls of the Red Keep.
While Baqo and Rahko had begun their escape, causing chaos in the castle.
Aegon and Ned Stark, under the cover of illusion magic, had already run out of the black cells through the Red Keep, dodging guards and entered the streets of Landing, heading straight for the city gates.
The silence of the red keep was shattered by the clash of steel and the thunder of boots.
The corridors, once hushed and regal, now echoed with chaos. Torches flared against the walls as white-cloaked guards stormed through the halls, their shouts blending with the distant alarm bells ringing somewhere high above.
"Block the western corridor." one shouted.
"They're heading towards the lower gates."
But the men they hunted moved like ghosts.
Baqo and Rahko, who had at some point run into each other, moved with the precision of predators, the torchlight in the narrow corridor glinting off the blood-slick edges of their drawn arakhs.
Sansa Stark had awakened from the noise and movement and was now clinging to Baqo's side, too afraid to scream.
Close behind them, Rahko had Arya thrown over his shoulder, the girl fighting with all her might, twisting and kicking.
"Put me down." Arya said.
"If I do, you will live as a prisoner. Be quiet before I knock you out." Rahko growled back as he moved.
They burst through an arched doorway into a side corridor. The Red Keep was a maze, and the two had the change direction many times as the number of guards blocked their way to the path they used to enter the keep, and they had tried to avoid a fight as much as possible as they carried the two girls.
While they could fight through no problem, it didn't mean an ill-aimed arrow or sword wouldn't find one of the girls, and their Khal had ordered them to bring them back unharmed.
But it was looking like a fight was unavoidable.
Baqo slowed for a second, listening. The rhythmic clang of armored boots echoed from behind, from ahead, from everywhere.
"Trapped." He muttered in Dothraki.
"Then we kill our way through." Rahko said as a savage grin appeared on his face.
The guards appeared first from the rear, four golden cloaks rushing down the passage. The leading man raised his sword, but Baqo was already moving.
He dropped Sansa and stepped forward, twisting his arakh in a glittering arc. Steel met flesh with brutal proficiency, and the guard's cry was cut short as his throat opened, creating a rain of blood as he collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut.
The drop seemed to have stunned Sansa, as she had yet to get up.
But Baqo didn't have time to care as a second guard came charging with a wide swing that hit the walls of the narrow corridor, Baqo kicked him square in the chest blasting him back into the line of four more guards knocking them all back onto the ground moaning in pain as the guard that bore the brunt of the kick was dead bleeding from his ears and eyes, after all Baqo and all of Aegon's enhanced bloodriders had the strength of more than ten men.
Seeing the brief pause in the approach of the guards, he picked up Sansa and turned just in time to see Rahko deal with the guards in front.
Rahko swung his arakh, cutting off the head of one guard as the other lunged forward. Rahko side-stepped, dodging before swinging his arakh upwards, cutting off the guard's outstretched hand. Ten plunging it into the guard's chest.
Blood sprayed the walls, and the scent of copper filled the air.
Arya, still being held by Rahko, stared, pale and silent.
Baqo and Rahko moved forward once again, turning sharply into a side corridor. The passage sloped downwards, and they could smell the sea.
Behind them, horns began to blare across the keep; those who were not already awake could no longer sleep.
In the queen's room, Cersei Lannister woke to the sound of shouts.
No matter what she thought she couldn't imagine what was happening, as she was about to shout for a guard.
"Your grace!!" A shout followed by the sound of knocking came from her door.
"Enter!"
"Your Grace, there are intruders! Two men they've taken the Stark girls!" The guard said as he pushed open the door and kneeled.
"They were last seen heading to the lower part of the Red Keep." He added.
"What?" Her eyes went wide as she sat upright.
"Find them, bring me those men's heads, and I want the Stark girls alive!" She screamed, her voice cutting like a blade.
"The Stark girls? Who in seven hells would dare...." Jaime Lannister appeared, entering the room, but his words were cut off.
The sound of another set of footsteps was heard as Tywin Lannister appeared.
The lord of Casterly Rock walked as if the chaos outside was nothing more than rain against a window; his green eyes swept over the frantic scene, his expression unreadable.
"The intruders, you have no idea who they might be?" He asked, his sharp gaze turned towards the kneeling guard.