Picture to Burn // Sandor Clegane (2)

25. None of Your Business

'When I was at Winterfell all I ever wanted was to escape to come here to see the capital see the knights and kings landing after dark... All the candles burning and all those windows.' maegery sat along side sansa 'I am stupid.' sansa admitted 'stupid little girl with stupid dreams who never learns.' she said sadly tears in her eyes. maergery offered sansa her arm.

'Come walk with me.' Maergery told her 'I remember the first time I saw you in the throne room I had never seen anyone look so unhappy. I want you to be happy and so does my grandmother you would've been happy at high garden.' Maergery said taking a rose off the bush 'but women in our position must make the best of it our circumstances.'

'How do I make the best of my circumstances? I have to marry him.' Maergery held out the rose and sansa took it. Gently twirling the stem in between her fingers.

'Has lord Tyrion mistreated you? Has he been kind to you?' maergery questioned

'He has tried.' sansa admitted

'But you don't want him though...'

'He is a Lannister.' she reminded Maergery

'Far from the worst lannister though wouldn't you say?'

'I am sorry here I am complaining to you... '

'My son will be king, sons learn from their mothers and I plan to teach mine a great deal.' maergery told her 'and your son if I'm not mistaken, your son might be the Lord of Castlery rock and the north someday.... what?' maergery questioned seeing sansa disgusted face.

'My son....' sansa said 'with him... I'll have to... We will have to...' She felt sick to her stomach even thinking about it.

'If it is the pain you're worried about-'

'I'm not afraid of pain.' Sansa admitted 'not after what Joffrey has done to me.'

'Then what is it then? He was rather good looking even with the scar especially with the scar.' Margery told her.

'He is a dwarf and loras... Loras.' Sansa said dreamily.

'Some women like tall men some women like Short men some like hairy some like bald gentle,  rough man ugly men, pretty girls. Most women do not get to know what they like until they tried it and sadly so many of us get to try so little before we are old and gray.' Maergery told her with a wink.  'Tyrion may surprise you from what I've heard he was quite experienced.'

'And that is a good thing?' Sansa asked incredulously

'It can be, you know we are very complicated beings pleasing us takes practice.' Margaery told her.

'How do you know this? Did your mother teach you?'

'Yes sweet girl my mother taught me.' she lied.

"Hello Avalon." Sansa said wiping at her eyes.

"Lady Sansa, Lady Margaery." Avalon said holding out a picture for Margaery. "It's been a while since I last saw your brother but he was memorable." Avalon remarked and Margaery stared down at the picture of Willas.

"You even drew his hawk." Margaery remarked. "Thank you Avalon, this is so sweet I will treasure it always." Avalon nodded looking between them.

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'stop your sulking girl.' Sandor said to arya. They rode uncomfortably on a horse. 'truth is you're lucky.' He told arya, she had the most grumpy face on... 'you don't want to be along out here girl... someone worse than me would find you.'

'there is no one worse than you.' Arya spat.

'you never knew my brother.' Sandor said with a chuckle. 'he once killed a man for snoring. Plenty worse than me... plenty of men worse than me. there are men that like to beat little girls... men that like to rape them...'

'it that the black water?' arya asked

'the black water? Where do you think I'm taking you?' sandor questioned pulling his horse to a stop.

'back to kings landing, to joffery and the queen.' Arya said confused.

'fuck joffrey and fuck the queen.' Sandor told her.

'That's the fork... I'm taking you to the twins.'

'but why? where are we going?' arya asked.

'to your brother and mother, because they will pay me for you.' sandor said

'my brother? Why would they be at the twins?' arya asked.

'those outlaws you love so much didn't tell you... the whole country side is yapping about it... your uncle is marrying once of the frey girls... we just might make it in time for the wedding.' Sandor said and arya nodded. She was going to be with her family.

"You know Avalon talked a lot about you." Arya remarked. "I asked her to come with me but she said she had to get back to the capital, back to you... yet here you are." Arya declared.

"I was going to get her." Sandor grumbled. "I didnt know she would be heading back so fucking soon."

"She drew you at Harrenhall." Arya remarked. "Didnt make you look like such a cunt."

"Avalon has a way of doing that." Sandor agreed. "What's that?" Sandor questioned and she tucked the card Avalon had painted for her in her shirt.

"None of your business." Arya sassed.