saviour | s. clegane

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"lyarra wake up, we're leaving today." i heard jon's voice waking me from my slumber,

"who's we?" i grunted, getting out of bed to get ready,

"didn't father tell you? you're going to the capital, the big kings landing." jon smirked, nudging me.

"why am i going to that horrid place?" i asked, getting my dress on.

"to protect our sisters, lady catelyn requested it." jon stated,

"lady catelyn? who knew she'd even trust me that much." i laughed,

"she probably trusts you more than anyone that'll be there,"

suddenly there was screaming until it went silent,

"what the hell was that?" i whispered, running out of the castle and toward where the sound came from,

that's when i saw him, little bran laying unconscious on the ground. i looked up at the tower that he must've fell from.

"h-help!" i yelled, kneeling beside him to pick him up, "someone help!" i shouted again,

everyone came running and maester luwin grabbed him out of my arms and hurried to his bedroom.

the morning after bran's fall, lady catelyn sent me out to feed the dogs. when i arrived at the stable they were kept in i was surprised to see the prince and the hound, peering inside.

"my prince," i bowed, keeping up with the formalities,

"bastard," he rolled his eyes and went back to looking inside the stable,

"if you'll excuse me, my prince, lady catelyn has asked that i feed the dogs," i said, trying to get inside the stable,

"better looking bitches then you're used to uncle." the prince spoke, ignoring my comment. i stood on the tips of my toes to see behind them and saw that tyrion was laying in the stable,

"my mothers been looking for you, we ride for kings landing today." joffrey hissed, still not letting me pass,

"before you go you will find lady stark and offer your sympathies," lord tyrion finally spoke, coming out of the stable,

"what good do my sympathies do them?" joffrey asked, looking down at his uncle as the hound turned around and looked at me, moving out of the way so i could get in the stable,

"thank you ser," i thanked the hound and he glared at me but nodded.

i walked inside the stable with the wheelbarrow of food and dumped some into the different bowls that were in the stable,

"none, but it is expected of you. your absence has already been noted," tyrion replied to joffrey,

"the boy means nothing to me, i can't stand the wailing of women," the prince laughed and looked back at the hand and when i looked up, lord tyrion struck the blond hard across the face,

joffrey whimpered and i held back a laugh, continuing feeding the dogs and cleaning their pen.

"one word and i hit you again,"

"i'm telling mother!"

another slap.

"go tell her, but first you will go to lord and lady stark and you will fall in front of them and tell them how very sorry you are. that you're at their service and all your prayers are with them, do you understand?!" tyrion shouted sternly,