Wandering // Sandor Clegane // Thorin

28. Get. Out.

 'You monster!' Cersei shouted she was waiting for tyrion in his room

'My only daughter! You think I will sell her like a common whore?'

'Marcella is a princess some would say she's born for this.' Tyrion told her.

'I will not let you ship her off to Dorne just as I was shipped off to Robert!' Cersei screamed.

'Dorne is the safest place for her.' Tyrion told her.

'Are you mad the martells are at war with us!' Cersei screamed.

'That is why we need to seduce them, we are going to need their support in the war your son started.' Tyrion reminded her.

'She will be a hostage!' Cersei told him.

'A guest' Tyrion corrected.

'You won't get away with this, you think the piece of paper father gave you keeps you safe? Ned stark had a piece of paper to.' Cersei reminded him

'It's done cersei.' Tyrion told her.

'No' she stormed through the room

'You cannot stop it.' Tyrion agreed.

'No!' She smashed around the room.

'Just how safe do you think Marcella is if the city falls?' Tyrion questioned. 'Do you want to see her raped and butchered like the Targaryen children? Make no mistake they will mount a pretty little head on a spike right next to yours.' Tyrion told her. 'right next to mine.' Tyrion said.

''I will hurt you for this, the day will come when you think you are safe and happy and your joy will turn to ashes in your mouth and you will know that the debt is paid.' Cersei spat. 'Get out get out!' she screamed pushing him down he got up slowly walking out. Tyrion turned back to see cersei break down, tears in her eyes.

'New plan.' Aroura told Tyrion. 'Don't talk to Cersei, avoid her at all costs.'

'Great plan Aroura.' Tyrion mused.

"You are the hand she is queen regent, she shouldn't have the power here, Joffrey either, you should though.' Aroura told him. 'the hand to a boy king, come on, Joffrey is a little cunt to, children learn from their mothers and Joffrey is a mini Cersei.' Aroura told him.

'Aroura!" Tyrion exclaimed.

'shes not wrong.' Sandor murmured as he walked by, Aroura chased after him. He smiled down at her when she interlaced their fingers as they walked. 'Careful, someone might see you getting cozy with the hound.' Sandor mused.

'let them see.' Aroura told him. 'You know I think my father would like you.' Aroura remarked.

'Tywin?' Sandor questioned. 'he doesn't-'

'My real father.' Aroura corrected.

'Oh... you think the king would like me?' Sandor pondered.

'Much better than Thorin.' Aroura admitted and that made sandor feel good.

'A prince and rightful heir of the mountain people or a hound like me... and you think he would like me more?' Sandor pondered.

'Well the dwarves and Elves don't get along.' Aroura reminded him.

'You act of rebeilion, picking men your fathers hate?' Sandor mused.

'Not intentionally' Aroura admitted. 'the heart wants what it wants.'

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'Did you find him?' Tyrion questioned

'Oh I have and he's got company filthy old stoat I hate to interrupt.' Bronn said with a grin.