Bad Dreams / Sandor Clegane

22. Carrot Cake

Dance Away my broken heart / Podrick Payne out now!!!

"I think your little brother shoved his face into your cake." Sandor remarked. 

"Yes definitely did." Amelia agreed as they walked. 

'Wildfire'

'Wildfire? Why are you lying to me?'

'I'm not.'

'Bronn I think you should start cutting off bits.' Tyrion said from inside the crate, staring down his cousin.

'No no please no' Lancel begged glancing up at the shadow Bronn was creating in the crate.

'Do you think it will make Jaime more likely to kill you or less likely. When I tell him you're a fucking his sister? Tyrion questioned

'I'm telling you the truth!' Lancel said desperately.

'A smart man would.' Tyrion agreed.

'She is making wildfire, she is. I swear it.' Lancel told him.

'And perhaps he would take sympathy on your balls but there's only one way to find out.' Tyrion went on

'They have thousands of pots already stored they are planning to launch them from the city walls and into stannis's ships and armies please!' Lancel said.

'I never like coming down here.'' Amelia informed sandor as they walked. He kept a hand on her back as they walked.

'I wont let anyone get you.' Sandor assured.

'Get me? you think someone is going to attack me?" Amelia shouted at him. 'its just disgusting down here, mother said its where the hooligans linger and now I have to worry about someone grabbing me?" she couldn't believe this.

'I got you,' sandor whispered in her ear. 'don't worry,' he assured lips grazing across her neck she looked back up at him.

'when did she tell you this?' Tyrion questioned

'I heard her talking with the Pyro maester the other night. After I left her she went to meet him. I swear.' Lancel begged.

'do you swear to me on what?' Tyrion questioned.

'On my life' Lancel assured

'But I don't care about your life.' Tyrion told him.

'By the light of the seven but all that is holy and right I am Lancel Lannister-'

'All right enough, even torturing you is boring. Oh and Lancel do tell Bronn if anything is to happen to me he is to kill you.' Tyrion told him as he stumbled out of the crate.

'If anything is to happen to Lord Tyrion kill me.' Lancel said to Bronn.

'It would be my pleasure,' Bronn said as he ran away.

"Bronn what are you doing?" Amelia questioned. 

"What are you doing sexy little thing-" Bronn began but Sandor all but growled at him. "Princess." Bronn corrected. 

"Uncle Tyrion?" 

"Come on," Sandor begged. "You are the only Lannister I like, I'm not dealing with the rest of them coming out of that box." Sandor remarked. 

"Bye uncle Tyrion." Amelia called as Sandor led her along. 

 'come on, I know a place that has the best carrot cakes.'

''I love carrot cake.'' Amelia declared. 

''I know, that's why I'm taking you here.' Sandor told her and she felt really loved. If her father matched her with sandor, the thought circled her mind. Sandor had always been there for her, always took care of her but it was more than that, he knew her, the future and the old her. 

'Stannis has more ships more fleets more armies than we have... what do we have?' Tyrion asked as they walked.

'That mind of yours that everyone keeps talking about?' Bronn suggested

'I've never been actually able to kill anyone with my mind.' Tyrion reminded him.

'good thing or else I would be out of the job.' Bronn remarked. 'What about your father?' Bronn suggested.

'He hasn't sent a raven in weeks he is humiliated at being repeatedly humiliated by Robb stark.' Tyrion told him. 'we won't be able to hold the city not with the way joffrey-' Tyrion began but a speaker shouting, preaching in the streets caught his attention.

'CORRUPTION!'

'we reap what we sow and it is foul.' The man shouted 'Brother going to bed with sister, in the bed of kings and we are surprised that the fruit of incest is rotten?' A man shouted his people rallying around him. 'A rotten king!'' Sandor wrapped his cloak around Amelia. He pulled the hood up. 

"Just in case." He whispered. 

"Do you think its true? What people are saying?" Amelia whispered. 

'Yes a rotten King!" the crowd agreed.

'Hard to argue with his assessment.' Tyrion agreed.

'After what he did to your birthday present...' Bronn remarked

'the king is a lost cause, it is the rest of us I am worried about now,' Tyrion told them.

"You do not reflect what your mother did or didnt do. You are your own person." Sandor remarked. 

"Thats not what I asked San." Amelia whispered. 

"I think your mother and uncle are very close." Sandor agreed. 

"Does that make me evil? They say the targaryens went mad because of incest, will I-" Amelia whispered when Demon monkey rang out. 

'To a twisted demon monkey!' the man went on

'You have to admire his imagination' Tyrion said a small grin on his face as he listened to the man ridicule his elder sister.

'he is talking about you they think you are pulling the kings strings' Bronn informed him.

'Blame me? I'm trying to save them.' Tyrion reminded him.

'You don't need to connive me. ' Bronn told him.

'Demon monkey?'

"Maybe we head back." Sandor remarked. She pinched a piece of her cake licking the frosting from her fingers. 

"Yeah... maybe its for the best." Amelia agreed. "Maybe this is why my mother didnt me coming down here, didnt want me to hear what the people are saying about her." 

"Maybe." Sandor agreed. 

"Thanks for bringing all the same, this is really good cake." Amelia remarked. she smiled up at sandor wiping crumbs from his lips and Sandor smiled down to her like she was the sun and the stars the whole damn universe wrapped up in one little princess. 

"Of course, anything for you." Sandor agreed. 

They got back to the castle and Amelia smiled nervously back at Sandor. She had been intimate with Robb and Robb alone. Things turned out badly and she didnt get much practice in, she knew sandor was more skilled than Robb would be, surely. She remembered what he said on the way to winterfell. The boys not going to know where to put it.

"What's that smile for?" Sandor questioned. She moved to where he sat on the couch tugging off his boots. She straddled him bringing her lips to his. His hands moved to her hips and she moaned into him. His hands slipped under the hem of her dress sliding up her dress grabbing her ass, she panted into him. 

"You sure?" Sandor whispered. 

"Yes." She breathed back, she had never been more sure of anything in her life. He pulled at her panties pulling them down her thighs when there was a knock at the door. Amelia jumped at the sound, nervously she flew off Sandors lap, he grabbed her keeping her from falling. Amelia blushed fixing her dress, Sandor leaned down, bringing his lips to her ear. 

"To be continued."