Snow // Willas Tyrell // Oberyn Martell

15. Everywhere

'Good Lord who is that?' Sansa questioned Petyr as the competitors in the tournament rode forward.

'That is ser Gregor Clegane they call him the mountain.' Petyr told her 'the hounds older brother'

'And his opponent?'

'Sir hugh of the veil,' Petyr told her as both opponents came forward bowing before the king 'he was Jon Arryn's squire'

'Yes yes enough of the bloody pomp,' Robert said 'have at it,' he said leaning lazily back in his chair. Both riders took their places at the opposite end of the jousting arena the horn blew and both men took off their jousting spears pointed at each other's faces. They missed, they turned around to begin again this time however Gregor did not miss. His lance speared Ser Hugh in the throat and he came colliding to the ground. Blood spewed from his neck as part of the lance was lodged in his throat he spewed for breath before he breathed his last. Ser gregor stood victorious as ser hugh was carried away.

'This is... gory. It thought it would be more pomp and circumstance,' Josie said as they approached to see the mess of it all.

'Come on, lets find Sansa.' Ned said leading her in.

'Not what you were expecting?' Petyr asked 'has anyone ever told you the story of the mountain and the hound?' He glanced back at sandor. 'a lovely little tale of brotherly love.' Sansa glance back at Sandor as well 'the hound,' Petyr went on 'was just a pup six years old maybe Gregor a few years older but he was already getting a bit of a reputation some people said that the boy was just born with a talent for violence. One evening Gregor found his little brother playing with a toy by the fire Gregor's toy. A wooden knight. Gregor never said a word he just grabbed his brother by the scruff of his neck and shoved his face into the burning coals held him there while the boy screamed, and his face melted...' he smirked over at a scared sansa. 'There aren't very many people that know that story'

'I won't tell anyone I promise.' sansa assure shim slightly terrified

'No please don't.' Petyr said 'if the hound so much as heard you mention it I'm afraid all the knights and kings landing would not be able to save you.' Josie sat between Petyr and Sansa not liking the look of the man as Ned sat to Sansa's opposite side.

'Lovely story indeed.' Josie told him. 'I would hate for someone to go around telling others about you and your mis -comings, with my uncle Brandon perhaps?' Josie mused. 'How a woman had to come in and save you because you were in over your head.' Josie remarked and Ned chuckled, Petyrs face pinched as Sandor stared down at them, Snow was certainly something else.

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'Where is arya?' Ned questioned looking around.

'At her dancing lessons.' Sansa answered. 'The knight of the flowers...' sansa said happily as ser loras Tyrell approached he held out a rose for Sansa and she took it gratefully 'thank you ser loras.' They bowed before the king ser Loras on a white steed while Gregor was on a black horse. Gregor's horse started to whine and complain he rode off ill tempered as Gregor try to stable him.

'Don't let Ser Gregor hurt him.' Sansa begged 'I can't watch' Ned tried to comfort his daughter. Ned looked to Josie to see her watching curiously not scared like sansa but that was Josie for you. Fearless.

'100 gold dragons on the mountain.' petyr called back to Renly.

'I'll take that.' Renly said pleasantly

'Now what will I do with 100 gold dragons Dornish wine or a girl from the pleasure houses?' Petyr questioned.

'You can even buy yourself a friend.' Renly suggested.

'He is going to die!' Sansa told her father

'He's going to try to win.' Ned told her the horn blew and they were off. Charging at one another Loras' lance got ser Gregor, he collapse to the ground into the fence breaking it.

'Such a shame little finger it would've been so nice for you to have a friend.' Renly told him. Josie clapped along with the crowd, looked back at sandor but sandor didn't look happy he looked worried, concerned like he knew something bad was going to happen. Josie kept a tight hold of Sansa, and Ned saw the concern on her face.

'Josie?' Ned questioned

'And tell me Renly when will you be having your friend?' Petyr taunted gesturing to loras, Petyr turned back to sansa, Josie and Ned. 'Loras knew his horse was in heat.' Petyr told sansa.

'He would never do that there is no honor in that in honor in tricks.' Sansa assured him.

'No honor but quite a bit of gold' Petyr told her leaning back but Gregor was not happy about it he threw down his helmet screaming out as Loras approached the victor.

'Sword!' Gregor screamed out as everyone cheered. Gregor was given a sword and he chopped his own horses head clean off with one swing Sansa jumped as the horses head severed and fell to the ground, a scream stuck on her lips as Gregor kept going. Gregor came at Loras knocking him down again and again. Loras's shield was not strong enough to fend off against Gregor but Sandor jumped forward.

'Leave him be!' Sandor declared dueling off against his brother. Gregor charged at Sandor, a wicked look in his eyes. Everyone watched in horror as Sandor faced off against his older brother. Josie fisted her dress nervously as she watched unable to tear her eyes away.

'Stop this madness in the name of the king!' Robert demanded and Sandor dropped to a knee, bowing down. Gregor's blade swinging at Sandor just barely missing his head. Josie let out a little sheik as Gregors blade just barely missed sandor. Sandor looked up to her, her mouth a gasp as Sandor kneeled, Gregor stomped off. 'Let him go.' Robert declared as Gregor stormed off the kings guard stepped aside Robert nodded to Sandor and he rose up.

'I owe you my life ser.' Loras said coming up to sandor, still frazzled from his near death Loras smiled appreciatively.

'I'm no ser,' Sandor told him but ser loras raised Sandor's hand and declared him the Victor of the tournament. The crowd erupted in cheers Sandor didn't like the attention but he liked the way Snow was smiling at him.

'Good thing you didn't lose your head.' Josie remarked coming up to sandor as her father followed after Ser bariston.

'Is it?" Sandor questioned.

'You are one of the few people I like in the capitol I would hate for that number to decrease by the time I get back.' Josie told him.

'Get back? Where are you going?" Sandor questioned.

"Everywhere.' She told him vaguely giving his cheek a pat.