Selfish // Sandor Clegane

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈

꧁✯꧂

𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐈'𝐌 meeting Dickon and I'm still not sure if I needed to laugh or to cry. I guess I'll do both later.

Father was hunting Robert's bastards again (the fool thought I won't find out) and I was supposed to attend Dickon alone. My betrothed is supposed to arrive minute from now on and I am starting to get bored. The food in front of me was also not a good thing. If he won't come in the next five minutes all the food will be gone.

Suddenly I hear soft steps on the garden's pavage. "I am sorry for my lateness, my lady Danya" I rise from the chair to face the boy and I must admit he amazed me. I knew he was younger than me, yet he had a handsome face, with facial hair and was as tall as me "It is fine, my lord" It is not fine, I do not accept unpunctuality, you are either not fully interested in me, or you were too insecure to meet me.

We both sit down and he tries to create a small talk after feeling my intense stare on him. "I hope you are not disappointed over the fact that I am two year younger than you, my lady, and I wanted to-"

"Yes, you may call me mother if you wish-if your own mother is okay with it of course" Certainly that wasn't what he wanted to ask but I love mocking lordlings every time I get the chance

Dickon did not expect what I just said after the look on his face. I continue "Don't worry I can't wait to marry you and have a son named Cockon" the boy paled, looking at me with a panicked gaze, that didn't make me feel anything at all (perhaps a bit of amusement). And in the next second the boy rises from his chair and leaves offended.

More food for me, I guess.

꧁✯꧂

"𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓, 𝐈 𝐁𝐄𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔" Father pleads "Hear what you are saying. You are talking of murdering a child."

"The whore is pregnant" the King's fist slammed down on the council table "I warned you this would happen, Ned. Back in the barrowlands, I warned you, but you did not care to hear it. Well, you'll hear it now. I want them dead, mother and child both, and that fool. Viserys as well. Is that plain enough for you? I want them dead" The rest of the men at the table did not stare at the King, trying not to anger him more, as did I.

The King was right. If the child was a boy hell will indeed come to Westeros. I wish for my father to cast his honor aside and listen to Robert.

"You dishonor yourself forever if you do this" and here comes the honorable fool

"Then let it be on my head, so long as it is done. I am not so blind that I cannot see the shadow of the axe when it is hanging over my own neck"

"There is no axe. Only the shadow of a shadow, twenty years removed...if it exists at all"

"If?" Lord Varys asks softly "My lord, you wrong me. Would I bring lies to the King and council?"

My father gives the eunuch a cold glare "You would bring us the whispering of a traitor half a world away, my lord. Perhaps Mormont is wrong. Perhaps he is lying" Perhaps he is neither.

"Ser Jorah would dare not deceive me. Rely on it, my lord. The princess is with child" responds Varys with a sly smile

"So you say. If you are wrong, we need not fear. If the girl miscarries, we need not fear. If she births a daughter in place of a son, we need not fear"

"But if it is a boy?" Then we need to fear...

"If he lives?" the King insists again

"The Narrow Sea would still lie between us. I shall fear the Dothraki the day they teach their horses to run on water" fair point, but it is not enough to assure me or the other men in the room

I fill the King's cup again, who swallows it whole "So you would counsel me to do nothing until the dragonspawn has landed his army on my shore, is that it?"

"This 'dragonspawn' is in his mother's belly. Even Aegon did no conquering until after he was weaned"

"Gods! You are stubborn as an aurochs, Stark" I fill his Grace's cup again. The drunker he is the faster the meeting will be over, because my ears are starting to ache from all this shouting

I start looking around the room, too tired to listen to Varys or other member trying to persuade my lord father into helping killing the girl. I finally start feeling guilty. Daenerys Targaryen is fourteen and with child and I am listening to a bunch of fools who want to murder her because her cunt brother wedded her to a Dothraki savage. But I have no choice.

"Out! Out, damn you! I'm done with you!" Father bows his head at the King, then he leaves. "Go, run back to Winterfell! I'll have your head on a spike!" the King roars angrily "I'll put it there myself, you fool! You think you're to good for this? Too proud and honorable? This is a war"

I huff silently, we'll be soon leaving for Winterfell and I didn't get to fuck the damn Hound.

꧁✯꧂