Selfish // Sandor Clegane

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗𝐋𝐕𝐈𝐈

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𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐀 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐀 informed me of their plan before my youngest sister was brought before us by two guards.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Arya asks Sansa

"It's not what I want, it's what honor demands" Sansa answers

"And what does honor demand?"

"That I defend my family from those who would harm us. That I defend the North from those who would betray us"

"All right then. Get on with it"

"You stand acused of murder, you stand acused of treason" Sansa starts "How do you answer there charges...Lord Baelish" The corners of my mouth begin to rise slightly

"My sister asked you a question" Arya turns to Littlefinger

"Lady Sansa, forgive me" the man who thinks ahead everyone's moves wasn't able to predict my sister's begins to weasel his way out if it
"I'm a bit confused"

"Which charges confuse you?" Sansa rose from the back of her chair "Let's start with the simplest one: you murdered our aunt, Lysa Arryn. You pushed her through the Moon Door and watched her fall. Do you deny it?"

"I did it to protect you" He softens the look in his eyes, along with his tone

"You did it to take power in the Vale. Earlier, you conspired to murder Jon Arryn. You gave Lysa Tears of Lys to poison him. Do you deny it?"

"Whatever your aunt might have told you...she was a troubled woman" he steps forth "She imagined enemies everywhere"

"You had aunt Lysa send a letter you our parents telling them it was the Lannisters who murdered Jon Arryn when really, it was you. The conflict between the Starks and the Lannisters, it was you who started it. Do you deny it?"

"I know of no such latter" Littlefinger claims

"You conspired with Cersei Lannister and Joffrey Baratheon to betray our father, Ned Stark" My sister continues to accuse him "Thanks to your treachery, he was imprisoned and later executed on false charges of treason. Do you deny it?"

"I deny it!" he finally answers the question that Sansa asked him for a few times instead of coming with an excuse. "None of you were here to see what happened. None of you know the truth"

"You held a knife to his throat" Bran's comment made the room more silent than a graveyard

I'm beginning to like this Three Eyed-Raven thing.

"You said: 'I did warn you not to trust me' "

"You told our mother this knife belonged to Tyrion Lannister" Arya remarks, pulling out the dagger Littlefinger gave Bran "But that was another one of your lies. It was yours"

Lord Baelish rushes towards the high table "Lady Sansa, I have known you since you were a girl. I've protected you-"

"Protected me? By selling me to the Boltons?"

"If we could speak alone, I can explain everything"

"Sometimes when I'm trying to understand a person's motives, I play a little game. I assume the worst" Sansa hits him with his own game
"What's the worst reason you have for turning be against my sister? That's what you do isn't it? That's what you've always done- Turn family against family, turn sister against sister. That's what you did to our mother and aunt Lysa and that's what you tried to do to us"

"Sansa, please" Littlefinger begged

"I'm a slow learner, it's true. But it learn"

"Give me a chance to defend myself
I deserve that" he requests "I'm am Lord Protector of the Vale and I command you to escort me safely back to the Eyrie" He walks to Yohn Royce and the men of the Vale, seeing he can bargain with Sansa no more.

"I think not" Littlefinger's face fell at the Royce's answer

Realising he has no other choice, he gets on his knees before Sansa and starts imploring.

But it didn't really work out in his favor.

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𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐆𝐎, when the King came to Winterfell, the time was merry, everyone was waiting for him and our family was whole.

Now, waiting for Daenerys Targaryen wasn't something special. I remember I stood hours in front of my mirror, getting ready, wanting to look stunning upon the Baratheon King's arrival. Today, I could only hope Bran. won't start crying when the Mother of Dragons will approach us.

Jon rode quickly to us in the moment he saw our brother beside us, happy to see him again and the fact that he didn't seem like he missed us too made him also kind of disappointed

"Look at you" he smiled "You're a man"

"Almost"

Jon also hugs Sansa, then moves to me, his gloved finger caressing my son's cheek. Little Bran stared at him in joy, recognising the face of his uncle Jon.

After, the white haired woman, Daenerys, is walking towards us "Queen Daenerys of House Targaryen. My sister Sansa Stark, Lady of Winterfell" Jon presents our sister to the Queen.

"Thank you for inviting us into your home, Lady Stark. The North is as beautiful as your brother claimed, as are you" Daenerys smiles and Bran's blue eyes widen in curious curiosity at the sound of the new voice

Sansa gives her a judging stare "Winterfell is yours, Your Grace"

Daenerys's gaze turns to me, detecting the warmer smile that made her more welcome in our home. What Sansa did was wrong. And after so may lessons with Petyr Baelish she didn't learn how she'll have a lot to gain from giving people what they expect from you to make them easier to work with.

"Who is this one?" She rises her brow to the babe in my arms

"His name is Brandon, Your Grace" my gaze shift from Bran to her eyes

"He is beautiful. You are Lady Danya, right?" she asks

"Call me Dany, Your Grace" I smile at her

No, don't call me that. Only Sandor calls me that.

"I am called the same, Dany" her smile widens

"We don't have time for all this" My brother interrupts us "The Night King has your dragon. He's one of them now. The Wall has fallen, the Dead march South" Bran reveals

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