Bad Dreams / Sandor Clegane

26. I Want His Head

"OPEN UP!" Sandor demanded pounding on Amelia's door. 

"SANDOR?" AMelia countered. 

"AYe, open up." Sandor demanded, she unbarred the door and he held onto her. "WOrlds burning gorgeous." Sandor remarked. 'Come with me.' Sandor told her and Amelia looked up to him. 'Come with me. I will treat you right. You won't be sold off or raped by stannis men, if they win this. Come with me Amelia, I will keep you safe.' Amelia hesitated. "Amelia," he coed grabbing her hand. "Please, I can't stay here and I dont want to leave you." Finally she nodded grabbing a few things and shoving them into a bag. 

"Where will we go?" Amelia questioned. Sandor grabbed her bag, tossing in a few of her jewelry, they could sell it. 

"Anywhere but here gorgeous." Amelia grabbed his hand and they were off. 

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Tywin sat at his desk while Tyrion sat across from him, the hand of the King no more.

'The badge looks good on you,' he told his father 'almost as good as it looked on me. Are you enjoying your new position?'

'Am I enjoying it?' tywin questioned.

'I was very happy.' Tyrion reminded him.

'Yes I know how happy you were you brought a whore into my bed.' Tywin snapped.

'It wasn't your bed at the time.' Tyrion reminded him.

'I sent you here to advise the king I gave you real power and authority. You chose to spend your days as you always have bedding harlots and drinking with thieves.' Tywin declared thoroughly annoyed.

'Occasionally I drink with the harlots.' Tyrion teased.

'What do you want Tyrion?' Tywin questioned as he poured wax on his scroll sealing it closed with the hand of the King stamp.

'Why does everyone always assume I want something?' Tyrion questioned, 'cant I simply visit with my beloved father. My beloved father who somehow forgot to visit his wounded son after he fell in the battlefield....'

'Master pycelle assured me your wounds were not fatal.' Tywin told him.

'I nearly got my head chopped in half!' Tyrion reminded him. 'you didn't think to check for yourself?'

'yes, nearly.' Tywin agreed. 'Unfortunately Stannis's men were not more skilled.' Tywin sneered. Tyrion scoffed not believing his ears.

'I organized the defense of the city while you were caught in the ruins of harrenhal. I led the armies when the enemies were at the gate while your grandson, the king quivered in fear behind the walls. I bled in the mud for our family and as my reward I was trundled off to some doctor but what do I want? A little bloody gratitude would be a start!' Tyrion declared.

'Jugglers and singers require applause you are a Lannister. Do you think I demanded a garland of roses every time I suffered a wound on the battlefield?' tywin asked with a deep sigh of annoyance. 'Now I have seven kingdoms to look after and three of them are in an open rebellion so tell me what you want?'

'I want lots of things,' Tyrion admitted.

"And I want to know where the hell Amelia disappeared to." Tywin spat back. 

"What?" Tyrion rasped. 

"Amelia. She is gone." 

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"Once we are farther away, we can stay in an inn." Sandor assured. 

"I dont mind sleeping under the stars with you." Amelia countered, he pulled his cloak up over her using it as a blanket. 

They had heard that Tywin lannister came and saved the day, Amelia missed her family but she knew in the end she wouldnt be able to be with sandor and that was what she wanted. She knew it more than anything. If she was old enough to marry a stranger and be shipped off to winterfell then she was old enough to make her own decisions on this. She figured it was no different from Sandor and her being at winterfell except this time she wanted to be here. 

"I knew the hound was infatuated with Amelia but I never thought he would go to such extremes as to abduct her!" Cersei shouted. 

"Are you sure she didnt go willingly?" Tyrion countered. Cersei glared back at him. "You said you spoke to her before-" Tyrion recalled. "Said you thought it was over." cersei couldnt meet his gaze. "Maybe Clegane thought-"

"He stole her! He stole my daughter! I want his head!" Cersei shouted. 

Sandor opened his eyes to see Amelia already staring up at him he closed his eyes his arm wrapping around her tighter holding her closer she obliged curling around him. Her head on his chest she listened to the beating of his heart it put her back to sleep.