Selfish // Sandor Clegane

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗𝐈

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"𝐎𝐇 𝐘𝐄𝐒! 𝐎𝐇 𝐘𝐄𝐒" the moans echo through my ears.

Littlefinger sits down pouring me another glass of wine

"No, no, no, no!" the man scolds them

"Is that what they teach you up in the North?" that's what men in the North like

"And you-wherever your're from. Do you have any idea how ridiculous you sound?"

"Either of you understand a thing I'm saying?"

"Yes, my lord" Ros responds

"Let's start over, shall we? You be the man...and you be the woman. Well go ahead" he turns his head at me for a second, smirking

He knew about the Hound

"Slowly, you're not fooling them, they just paid you. They know what you are. They know it's all just an act. Your job is to make forget what they know. Now, that takes time." he said the last sentence more for me than for them. It is hard to realise what some of his mind games meant.

"You need to...ease into it. Go ahead. Ease into it" Ros is on top of her friend, with her tit in her mouth "He's winning you over in spite of yourself. You're starting to like this. He wants to believe you. He's enjoyed his cock since he was old enough to play with it. Why shouldn't you? He knows he's better than other men. He's always known it deep down inside. Now he has proof. He's so good he's reaching deep inside of you that no one even knew was there overcoming your very nature." I've had seen, felt and smelt enough cheap sex.

I rise and leave without saying anything to Littlefinger

The King arrived before me and got himself murdered my a damn pig while I was at the brothel. I find myself lurking in the shadows, as my father spoke to a part of the Small Council."Give him milk of the poppy" he orders Pycelle and Renly leaves after the old man

"He was reeling from the wine" Ser Barristan tells father "He commanded us to...step aside, but...I failed him"

"No man could have protected him from himself"

"I wonder Ser Barristan who gave the King this wine" asks Varys

"his squire from the King's own skin"

"His squire? The Lannister boy?"

"Such a dutiful boy to make sure his Grace did not lack refreshment. I do hope the poor lad does not blame himself"

"His Grace has had a chance of heart concerning Daenerys Targaryen. Whatever arrangements you made...unmake them. At once"

"I'm afraid those birds have flown. The girl is likely dead already" father limps away

I walk back to my chamber after hours of thinking of what happened just to find Ser Boros waiting there.

"Something wrong, Ser?" I question the knight, my voice shaking

Did Littlefinger tell someone about my affairs?

"I was instructed to bring you before the Queen"

I bend my head and followed the Ser. The thoughts were racing in my head but I couldn't answer them now. Cersei would not summon me to ask about my day. Realisation hits. I fear for father. He could not simply accept the fact that an offspring of Lannister incest had the throne and tried to take him down, even if it risked the lives of his family.

"Your father has proved to be an awful traitor, dear" I hear from behind the door Ser Boros is about to open. Sansa is with them. "King Robert's body was still warm when Lord Eddard began plotting to steal Joffrey's rightful throne"

I enter when Sansa voices her denial, but no one speaks to me. I pull my own chair and force myself not to stare venom at the council.

"Sansa sweetling, you and your sister are innocent of any wrong. We know that. Yet you are the daughters of a traitor. How can I allow you to marry my son?" Your job is to make forget what they know, Littlefinger's voice echos in my head

"A child born of a traitor's seed is not fit consort for our King. She is a sweet thing now, Your Grace, but in ten years what treasons she may hatch-both of them" Pycelle tells the Queen

"No I'm not. I'll be a good wife to him, you'll see. I'll be a queen just like you. I promise. I won't hatch anything." my sister argues

"Our father was plotting to take the throne before the incident with the King, your Grace, I tried talking some sense into him but failed, I tried making him understand King Joffrey is the rightful heir, but he didn't listen, please your Grace, you must believe me..." I hear my voice pleading, in a naive way. It was not the truth, but it was what they wanted to hear, it was what we needed to survive and I hoped Sansa will understand that, because with Joffrey on the Iron Throne father's life was already done.

Cersei stares blankly at both of us. She did not expect my claim.

"The girls are innocent, Your Grace. Sansa should be given a chance to prove their loyalty, as Danya has already chosen hers" Lord Baelish looks at Cersei

She sighs, agreeing with the man, even though I knew my statement didn't move her one bit "Little dove, you must write to Lady Catelyn and your brother, the eldest, what's his name?" "Robb"

"Word of your father's arrest will reach him soon, no doubt. Best it comes from you. If you would help your father, urge your brother to keep the King's peace. Tell him to come to King's Landing and swear fealty to Joffrey" she requests

"If...if I could see my father, talk to him about..." I place my hand on Sansa's, my gaze telling her to stop. Don't be foolish, Sansa

"You disappoint me, child. We have told you of your father's treason."

"Why would you want to speak to a traitor, sister?" my question pleases Cersei

"I only meant that...What will happen to him"

"That depends."

"On...On what?"

"On your brother. And on you"

I watch Sansa's hand dragging the quill on the parchment.

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