Touch // Sandor Clegane

𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐸𝑇𝐸𝐸𝑁

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𝐻𝐸𝐿𝐿, 𝑇𝐻𝐴𝑇'𝑆 𝑊𝐻𝐴𝑇 it was. Studying her father's face up close, concentrating on the smugness of his expression, scanning every strand of facial hair and new wrinkles on his face.

"I, Joffrey of House Baratheon, first of my name, the rightful King of the Andals and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm do hereby proclaim my grandfather, Tywin Lannister the savior of the city and Hand of the King"

No, Tyrion saved the city, she would claim anything to take her father's credit away. Joffrey handed the pin to a servant who descended the stairs of the Iron Throne to give it to the new hand.
"Thank you, Your Grace" the unforgettable sound of his voice summoned a shiver down her spine

The tenseness started disappearing, as the Lord Tywin rode his horse out of thr throne room.

"Lord Petyr Baelish, step forward" Joff ordered and the man did what he was bid by the King.

"For your good service and ingenuity in uniting the Houses Lannister and Tyrell, I declare that you should be granted the Castle of Harrenhal with all its attended lands and incomes, to be held by your sons and grandsons from this day until the end of time. "

"You honor me beyond words, Your Grace" Littlefinger rose from his one knee "I shall have to aquire some sons and grandsons"

"Ser Loras Tyrell" The King called the other forward "Your house has come to our aid. The whole Realm is in your debt, none more than I. If your family would ask anything of me ask it and it shall be yours"

"Your Grace, my sister Margaery, her husband was taken from us before...she remains innocent" Loras claims "I would ask you to find it in your heart to do us the great honor of joining our houses"

"Is that what you want, Lady Margaery?" Joffrey asks the man's sister

"With all my heart, Your Grace. I have come to love you from afar. Tales of your courage and wisdom have never been far from my ears and those tales have taken root deep inside of me." The Lady admits

"I too have heard tales of your beauty and grace, but the tales do not do you justice, my Lady. It would be an honor to return your love, but I am promised to another"

Make a good decision once in your life and fucking marry her, nephew, she was close of shouting at him, she shock of seeing her father after so much time finally long forgotten.

"A King must keep his word" he looked at his mother

"Your Grace, in the judgement of your Small Council, it would be neither proper nor wise for you to wed the daughter of a man beheaded for treason, a girl whose brother is in open rebellion against the throne as we speak. For the good of the Realm, your councilors beg you to set Sansa Stark aside" The Queen Regent advised her son

"Margaery! We want Margaery!" The crowd agreed with Cersei

"I would like to heed your wishes, the wishes of my people, but I took a holy vow"

"Your Grace" Pycelle started "The Gods do indeed hold betrothal solemn, but your father, blessed be his memory, made this pact before the Starks revealed their falseness. I have consulted with the High Septon and he assures me that their crimes against the Realm free you from any promise you have made to them in the sight of Gods"
Jade watched Cersei moving her gaze from Pycelle to the Stark girl's miserable face. As sad as she seemed, both of them knee the stupid girl laughs inside her head, thinking she's free.

"The Gods are good, I am free to heed my heart. Ser Loras, I will gladly wed your sweet sister. You will be my Queen and I will love you from this day until my last day"
Joffrey declared, even though he was aware of the fact thay he could not torture Sansa Stark with as much freedom as he did when she was his betrothed.

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