Touch // Sandor Clegane

𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝐸𝐼𝐺𝐻𝑇

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𝑆𝐿𝐸𝐸𝑃 𝐷𝐼𝐷 𝑁𝑂𝑇 𝑇𝐴𝐾𝐸 𝐻𝐸𝑅 that night. Her mind was filled with improper thoughts and foolish scenarios about the man who went as fast as he came in this very room she laid in. When she saw the sun shining through the closed blinds she snapped out of it. Jade rises from the bed quickly, discarding the now destroyed piece of cloth she was wearing, for the first time thanking any worshiped god that she did not have a handmaiden who would've come and see her in the nightgown.

Jadeyn left the room while adjusting her gloves, still not in the mood for any of them. Gazing around the Throne Room she spots Sansa Stark walking in the moment Pycelle announced who is now the Commander of the City. Janos Slynt bows before his King before walking back with the new title.

In the meantime, Jade moved her gaze to the man who sat behind the King. Sandor Clegane's face was unreadable as usual, and yet she could make out a glimpse of relief. Lucky him, he has been the happiest when he woke up this morning with an aching head and not guards banging at his door. He did not move, despite feeling Jadeyn's eyes burning on him. It annoyed her, the fact that he isn't begging on her knees to her, that in the middle of his act he decided she wasn't good enough for him.
Her Lannister ego crumbled to the ground with his actions. But what deranged her the most was her desire to walk up to Sandor Clegane and throw herself to him. She balled her hand into a tight fist, sharply tearing her gaze off that damned dog.

"In the place of the traitor Eddard Stark, it is the wish of His Grace that Tywin Lannister, Lord of Casterly Rock and Warden of the West to be appointed Hand of the King" Jade shifted uncomfortably, watching her older sister smile in triumph. Of course she knew they will replace Lord Stark with Tywin Lannister, it was expected of them, but hearing it out loud made her swallow the prideful nothingness stuck in her throat. I hope he'll fall of his horse and snap his neck on the way here, she rose a brow to hide the displeasure.

"Lastly, in these times of treason and turmoil, it is the view of the council that the life and safety of King Joffrey be of paramount importance" The old man turned to the Queen

"Ser Barristan Selmy" Cersei called for the Commander of the Kingsguard 

"Your Grace, I am yours to command" The Knight kneels

"Rise Ser Barristan. You may remove your helm" The Queen commands "You have served the Realm long and faithfully. Every man and woman in the Seven Kingdoms owes you thanks, but it is time to put aside your armor and your sword. It is time to rest and look back with pride on your many years of service" Cersei's speech left the man with no words

"Your Grace, the Kingsguard is a sworn brotherhood, our vows are taken for life. Only death relieves us of our sacred trust" he argues

"Whose death, Ser Barristan? Yours or the KIng's?" she questioned the man

"You let my father die" Joff commented "You're to old to protect anybody"

"Your Grace-" he tried

"The council has determined that Ser Jaime Lannister will take your place as Lord Commander of the Kingsguard" 

"A man who profaned his blade with the blood of the King he had sworn to defend!"

"Careful, Ser" Cersei warned him, even though the man's points were fair

"We have nothing but gratitude for your long service, good Ser" Varys began "You shall be given a stout keep beside the sea, with servants to look after your every need"

"A hall to die in and men to bury me." He started taking his cloak off "I am a Knight! I shall die a Knight"

"A naked Knight, apparently" The Master of Coin acknowledged

The laughter of the hall full of men made man draw his sword "Even now I could cut through the five of you like carving a cake!"  he threatened "Here,boy!" He threw his sword to Joffrey before leaving "Melt it down and add it to the others"

Dismissing the best sword we've got wasn't too bright, but Barristan Selmy was a true man, an honorable man, as soon as Joffrey's legitimacy will begin being questioned he will betray us when we won't expect it. How long will it be until he allies with the Starks? Or worse: the Targaryens in the East. Letting go of him now was for the better and being unable to protect Robert seemed the perfect excuse.

"If any man in this hall has other matters to set before His Grace, let him speak now or go forth and hold his silence"

Foolishly and unexpected, Sansa Starl speaks "Your Grace" she calls for her betrothed

"Come forward, my Lady"

"Do you have amy business with the King and the council, Sansa?" Her sister asks, smiling as the dove walks before them.

"I do." she answers, getting on her knees. Jadeyn tilts her head at the sudden act.

"As it please Your Grace, I ask mercy for my father, Lord Eddard Stark, who was Hand of the King"

"Treason is a noxious weed. It should be torn out, root-" Pycelle began again with his bullshit

"Let her speak" Joffrey shuts up the Maester, finding Sansa quite amusing "I want to hear what she says"

"Thank you, Your Grace" Sansa nods at the King, hope shining in her eyes

"Do you deny your father's crime?" Littlefinger asks

"No, My Lords. I know he must be punished. All I ask is mercy. I know my Lord Father must regret what he did. He was King Robert's friend and he loved him you all know he loved him. He never wanted to be hand until the King asked him. They must've lied to him-Lord Renly or Lord Stannis or somebody. They must've lied!" she reasoned

"He said I wasn't the King. Why did he say that?" Joff questioned

"Hewas badly hurt. Maester Pycelle was giving him milk of the poppy. He wasn't himself or otherwise he never would have said it!"

"A child's faith...such sweet innocence. And yet they say wisdom oft comes from the mouths of babes" mused Lord Varys

"Treson is treason!" The Maester shouts back

"Anything else?" Joffrey rised a brow

"If you still have any affection in your heart for me, please, do me this kindness, Your Grace"

Joffrey sighs "Your sweet words have moved me, but your father has to confess, he has to confess and say that I'm the King. Or there'll be no mercy for him"

"He will" Sansa nodded

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