Picture to Burn // Sandor Clegane (2)

8. I see It Clearly

'Cersei must have great trust in you allowing you into her chamber during the hour of the wolf,' Tyrion said with a smirk. Avalon was very confused to why Tyrion asked her to come to his chambers but here she stood.

'the Queen regent has a great many responsibilities she often works from dust till dawn,' Lancel told him his eyes darted to Avalon.

'She must be glad to have you helping her from dusk till dawn.' Tyrion walked past him smelling his sisters fragrance on lancel. 'lavender oil always was Cersei's favorite. Lavender oil even as a girl...' Tyrion remarked and lancel's eyes wandered wearily. 'tell me did Cersei tell you of her plans before or after she took you to her bed?'

'What?' Lancel rasped.

"What?" Avalon laughed out before slamming her lips shut.

"Oh, I will give you all the details." Tyrion told avalon.

"I don't think I want all the details." Avalon countered.

'Well Lancel? Nothing to say? no more warnings for me?' Tyrion questioned.

'You will withdraw these filthy accusations,' Lancel said reaching for his blade but Tyrion stood unfazed. Avalon however took a step back, she clutched her still empty sketch book to her chest for protection.

''Have you ever wondered what king Joffrey will have to say when he finds out you've been bedding his mother?' Tyrion questioned.

'It's not my fault-' lancel began.

'Did she take you against your will? Can you not defend yourself knight?' Tyrion spat.

'Your father was here, when I was named Squire he told me to obey her in everything!' Lancel told Tyrion nervously.

'Did he tell you to fuck her too?' Tyrion questioned.

'I only meant I did as I was bid.' Lancel said desperately.

'Every moment... is that what you expect me to believe? You call knighthood my sister spreading open her legs for you at night,' Tyrion laughed. 'oh yes it must've been terrible... Wait here the king want to hear this.' Tyrion insisted, walking off.

'No!' lancel pleaded, 'my Lord I beg of you!' he said dropping to his knees

'Save it for Joffrey loves a good grovel,' Tyrion informed him. "Alright Avalon you see that look of horror in his eyes? I want that painted and displayed." Tyrion mused. Avalon looked between them confused.

'It was your sister's bidding, the queen. I will stop.' Lancel told him.

"That look." Tyrion pointed down at Lancel on his knees.

"I mean... I can try." Avalon agreed.

"Please, I will stop!" Lancel begged.

'No I think not.' Tyrion told him, 'you are weak and weak men don't stop, they kept going for fear of losing their heads.'

'My Lord?' lancel questioned.

'You heard me. My father told you to stay close to her side, keep her trust, pleasure her whenever she requires, no one ever need to know... as long as you keep favor with me. I want to know what cersei's doing. Where she goes. Who she sees. What they talk of, everything. And you will tell me.' Tyrion told him.

'yes my lord I will I swear it, as you command.' Lancel agreed.

'Rise rise!' Tyrion said clapping 'lets drink to our understanding, oh... you don't have a cup.' Tyrion looked to the glass in his hand's. 'Smile cousin my sister is a beautiful woman and it's all for the good of the realm.' tyrion said closing the door on him 'go back and tell her that I beg her forgiveness but I want no more conflict between us hence forth I shall do nothing without her consent.' Tyrion told him.

'Her demands?' lancel questioned cautiously.

'Oh yes Pycelle will be released in the morning. I will allow her to keep them as a pet if she wants but I will not have him on the council. I could swear that I did not harm a single hair on his head but... That would not be strictly speaking true.' tyrion said shutting the door.

"Do you want me to-"

"No, unless you want but I thought having you here would give you some inspiration." Tyrion remarked.

"As thought the king doesn't inspire enough fear." Avalon mused.

"Well..." Tyrion held out a glass for her. "I'm inspiring fear for a good cause?" he offered.

"Good night Lord Tyrion."

"Good night Avalon."

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Sandor dipped his head to her clavicle, enticing her with gentle kisses as his rough fingers tug at her dress. The dress fell away easily, exposing her body, flushed with desire, before she had a chance to register the cool air blowing in from the window on her skin, Sandor's lips had found her left nipple, his hand cupping her right breast. She arched back, relishing the sensation.

He moved her back laying her back in his bed, he trailed his mouth down across her body, nipping and sucking and kissing every inch of her.

''Oh.'' Avalon pulled away but sandor kept going kissing her neck and chest his hand around her thigh squeezing her ass. ''Sandor!'' Avalon declared

''Hmm?" He questioned his lips vibrating against her.

''I know what Im going to draw!'' Avalon declared pulling away from him

''That's gre- right now?'' Sandor questioned

''Yes. I see it clearly.'' Avalon informed him

''Right now though?'' Sandor asked again she nodded wetting her brush and stroking along the canvas

''Right the fuck now though avalon?'' Sandor begged.

''I wont be long,'' avalon assured as he kissed her shoulder. But she painted all night. Sandor didnt know when he finally fell asleep but when he woke avalon was sleeping across him her body pressed to him. He wrapped his arms around her kissing her forehead and she instinctively nuzzled into his neck.

''Gorgeous I wish I never had to get up.'' Sandor whispered against her.