'Burned my hands... the damn fire,' alina muttered through sobs as tywin hugged her.
'Tend to her.' he told maester pycelle. 'anything and everything she needs she will get, you understand?'
'Of course my lord.' Maester pycelle said applying healing herbs and ointments to her hands before wrapping them.
Alina went into tywins room that night with tears in her eyes.
'Catalina,' he coed, hugging her close.
'My hands.' She said holding them up. 'I cant. I cant...'
'Oh my dear its okay. Its going to be okay.' Tywin assured her.
'Im nothing without them,' she told him as he guided her to sit on the bed.
'My dear your skills, your elemental abilities are wonderful but those are not what makes you special.' tywin told her
'Yes it is! I'm nothing without them.' Alina cried out as he hugged her.
'No my dear. You still have your mind but even if you didn't- catalina look at me.' he requested kindly lifting her chin. 'i wont abandon you. I promise.' She lay curled into him that night he kissed her forehead over and over telling her everything would be alright. He finally had a child he could be proud of and his most despicable son had to set fire to the army and turn his catalina into a crying mess. She cried herself to sleep that night. She hated Tyrion, and on top of that sandor was gone. Nowhere to be found. Apparently he told the king to fuck off. She would never see him again. That made her cry harder.
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Frost // Tyrion Lannister // Sandor Clegane
FanfictionFighting the power within can be more deadly than embracing it. Catalina "Alina" Frost is the last living Frost. Will she be their savior or their downfall? (Frost is not a bastard name in this. She is from a long line of magically gifted Frosts ) ...
