Picture to Burn // Sandor Clegane (2)

5. Find My Muse

'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.

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"You are alive." Avalon remarked. 

"And you are still stuck." Tyrion agreed sitting down beside her. He held out his jug for her and she took a sip. Her face scrunched. "You are fucking the hound and still havent got the tongue for fine ales like this?" Tyrion mused and Avalon glared back at him. "Oh little Avalon has a mean face." Tyrion mused. 

"I'm upset." Avalon told him. she turned back to her canvas. "I don't understand... I can't remember a time when I didnt know what to draw... it's like there is this.... emptiness..." she waved a hand around her head. 

"I'm sure you will think of something." Tyrion offered. 

"I'm sure I wont." Avalon countered. "It has been moons. MOONS!" Avalon declared. "Tyrion I would have went through over a dozen sketchbooks by now and each and everyone of them is blank."

"Well you burned your previous pictures." Tyrion reminded her. 

"Those were... I thought it would help." Avalon said glumly as she put down her led and shoved her canvas back. 

"Perhaps you need..." Tyrion smiled a cheeky smile at her. 

"No." Avalon told him immediately. 

"Worth a shot." Tyrion told her. 

"But I think you are right." Avalon remarked getting up. 

"OH?" Tyrion said following after her. 

"I need to find my muse." 

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'And it's not just thieves, My Lord. There's wolves in them hills now, more than I've ever seen. They come down in the night and they kill my sheep.' Bran was the lord of winterfell which meant hearing the requests and pleas of his people while robb was fighting. Rickon was not happy he was smacking a large rock into walnuts.

'My three sons is away fighting for your brother, My Lord. They'll fight, keep fighting till they're told to go home. I have no one to man my flock now. Only me. I can't keep watch all day and all night.'

'We can send two orphan boys from Winterstown home with you to help watch over your flock if you can give them room and board.' Bran suggested

'My wife always prayed for more children. We'll look after them. Thank you, My Lord. And may the Gods bless you and yours.' He said walking off happily

'Stop it.' Bran demanded rickon. 'If that's everyone, I'm going to go for a ride before dark.'

'Good.' Maester lewin agreed

'Hodor.'

'Hodor.' Hodor repeated

'Bran ... Lord Stark.' Rodrick corrected 'Torrhen's Square is under siege. Torrhen's Square is barely 40 leagues from here.'

'How can the Lannisters strike so far north?'

'Might be a raiding party led by the Mountain. Might be Sellswords paid by Tywin Lannister.' Rodick told them.

'We have to help them.' Bran said immediately

'Most of the fighting men are away with Robb, but I can gather 200 decent men.'

'Do you need so many?' maester lewin countered

'If we can't protect our own bannermen, why should they protect us? Go, Ser Rodrik. Take the men you need.' Bran encouraged

'Won't take long, My Lord. Southerners don't do well up here.'

'So, what does it mean?' Bran asked as hodor carried him out side

'Ask your Maester Luwin. He's the one studying books all the time.' Osha griped

'I did ask him. He'd never heard of a three-eyed raven.' Bran countered

'Must not mean anything, then-'

' You're lying.' Bran declared

'You might be a little lord, but don't you call me a liar.' Osha sneered

'You know what it means.'

'I never said I didn't.' Osha countered

'You didn't give me an honest answer.'

'That's not the same as being a liar.' Osha countered

'Well, it's not far off.' Bran retorted

' So, you've been dreaming of a three-eyed raven again? In the Godswood, you told me you didn't dream. Now who's a liar?' Osha countered as Hodor put bran on his horse 'What did you see in your dream? Something bad? Tell me, boy.'

'I dreamt that the sea came to Winterfell. I saw waves crashing against the gates and the water came flowing over the walls... flooded the castle. Drowned men were floating here in the yard. Ser Rodrik was one of them.' Bran told her solemnly.

'The sea is hundreds of miles away.' Osha reminded him stiffly

'I know. It's just a stupid dream.'

'I've got to get these potatoes to the kitchen. Otherwise they'll put me in chains again.'

'Osha. The three-eyed raven, what do they say about it... north of the wall?' Bran requested

'They say all sorts of crazy things north of the wall.' She remarked heading off.