Touch // Sandor Clegane

𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑇𝑊𝐸𝐿𝑉𝐸

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"𝑊𝐸𝐿𝐿 𝑆𝑇𝑅𝑈𝐶𝐾" Joff commented "Well struck, dog!" he shouted at the sight his hound killing his opponent.
Jadeyn kept the smug smirk inside her head. Cersei wasn't here, it wasn't like Robert lived anymore to force the both of them to attend tourneys, but she was here for him. She was certain of this thing and still didn't admit it. Also she couldn't deny that she didn't like the sight of blood.

"Did you like that?" He turned to his Lady Sansa
"It was well struck, Your Grace" She agreed

"I already said it was well struck" The King remarks

"Yes, Your Grace" his Lady agrees again.

Jade played with her nails through the glove, they started getting to big to wear the gloves, she had to cut them soon, even though she didn't really want to. The Lannister wore the gloves for protection, to minimise the physical contact. She didn't like touching things, mostly skin, mostly faces but she liked her hands, she liked her nails. Clegane, as usual was the exception, she enjoyed his touch and she enjoyed touching him.

"Ser Dontos the Red of House Hollard" the next men were called, only that the Ser Dontos was late and drunk; Joff didn't like it.

"Are you drunk?" Her nephew questions

"No. No, Your Grace" The man denies "I had two cups of wine"

"Two cups? That's not much at all. Please, have another cup" The King offered

"Are you sure, Your Grace?"

"Yes, to celebrate my nameday. Have two, have as much as you like."

"I'll be honored, Your Grace" Dontos did not realise the King's displeased and the closeness of his punishment.

By that time, the Hound returned and took his place by the King, well closer to his aunt, however no one paid attention to it. Only Jadeyn and himself. She leans on the backrest of her chair, slowly eyeing up to the Clegane. Everyone's gaze was on the King, so no one saw his aunt bat her eyelashes at his Hound.

"Ser Meryn, help ser Dontos celebrate my name day. See that he drinks his fill" Dontos' smile fades while the Knights of the Kingsguard oblige him to drink

"You can't!" Sansa Stark exclaimed

"What did you say?" Joffrey asks, offended and annoyed

"I only meant it will be bad luck to kill a man on your name day"

"What a stupid, peasant superstition-"

"The girl is right" The Hound's voice pulls Jade out from any thoughts she was in. Whose side is he on? She pursed her lips
"What a man sows on his name day, he reaps all year"

Joff sighs "Take him away, I'll have him killed tomorrow, the fool"

"He is a fool, you're so clever to see it. He'll make a much better fool than a knight. He doesn't deserve the mercy of a quick death" Damn the Stark girl, Jade thought, she got Sandor's protection and now's fooling Joffrey. She wasn't mad about the Joffrey part though, it was only another point of making Sandor taking her side look bad.

"Did you hear my Lady, Ser Dontos? From this day, you'll be my new fool" The King announced

"Thank you, Your Grace, and you, my Lady, thank you!"

And as if she wasn't already annoyed, the voice of the last person she wanted to hear called "Beloved nephew! I looked for you on the battlefield" Tyrion approached, with his new friend sellsword, Bronn behind him. "You were nowhere to be found"

"I've been here, ruling the Kingdoms"

"And what a fine job you've done"

"Look at you" His gazs moves to Myrcella and Tommen "More beautiful than ever" He kisses her niece's cheek "And you! You're going to be bigger than the Hound, but much better looking"

"This one doesn't like me" He told Bronn

The sellsword lets out a laugh "Can't imagine why"

"We heard you were dead" Joff said

"I'm glad you're not dead" Myrcella smiles

"Me too dear. Death is so boring. Especially now with so much excitement in the world" Tyrion he took a sip of wine

"My Lady, I'm sorry for your loss" He now faced Sansa

"Her loss? Her father was a confessed traitor" Joffrey barked

"But still her father" Argued Tyrion "Surely having so recently lost your own beloved father you can sympathise" The King stared at Sansa, waiting for her response

"My father was a traitor. My mother and brother are traitors, too. I am loyal to my beloved Joffrey"

"Of course you are" Tyrion mused, then shifted his gaze to the last person in his family he hasn't greeted.

"My favorite sister!" He boomed "For so I missed you."

"Die." She mumbled softly, tearing her gaze away from her brother.

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