Touch // Sandor Clegane

𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑇𝑊𝐸𝑁𝑇𝑌

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𝑇𝐻𝐸𝑌 𝐴𝐿𝐿 𝐴𝑅𝑅𝐼𝑉𝐸𝐷 at the same time. Tywin Lannister was already waiting for the councilors to make themselves seen.

Littlefinger hurried on the chair closest to the Hand and then rushed the other two. When Jade choose the furtherest seat it might have looked like she wanted at least two chairs distance between her and the Maester, even though the real reason was her father.

The thought of being in the same room as him disgusted her. She last saw him on Cersei's wedding to Robert, and from today she needs to wake up every morning, walk in to this very chamber Cersei forced her to and listen to him talking. Her sister made her come to those stupid meetings hopping she might actually share her ideas with them. Sometimes Jade did, sometimes in the middle of it she got up, insulted them and left. And the presence of their Lord father won't change thing, she might turn it into a habit instead of an occasional laziness.

Cersei smiles at Tyrion and takes one of the chairs between her sister and Pycelle, placing it oppsite of Littlefinger's, on her father's right.
Finally, Tyrion walked forward and started moving the other chair.

The little man is quite enjoyable when he's annoying father, she let the scowl on her face loosen a bit at the sight of the Imp at the other head of the table.

Her brother scans the room "Intimate. Lovely table. Better chairs than the old Small Council chamber. Conveniently close to your own quarters. I like it." He compliments

"What news of Jaime?" Tywin ignored everything that his youngest pointed out. His voice brought a wave of tenseness throughout her body again. This was certainly worse than just having him here. She loathed sitting here with every inch of her being. Curse you Cersei and curse you for forcing me to be here, curse you!

She began losing his patience, not seeing the people melting under her gaze, she wanted them dead, all of them, every single person on this world. Dead. And her family. And Sandor. And even herself if she could. She wanted the ground to hopefully swallow them all.

Tapping silently with her foot on the ground she collected herself quickly.

"20,000 unwashed Northerners have known about his escape for weeks" Fuck Jaime and fuck you, the words died on her lips.

If we let them mock Jaime, the House Lannister would no longer be a house to be feared, the most rational voice in her head argued.

"Collectively you control more spies and informants than the rest of the world combined. Do you mean to tell me that none of you has any notion where he is"

"We are trying, my Lord.."

"Try harder. What do we have then"

"Robb Stark and most of his bannermen are in Riverrun. For the funeral of his grandfather, Lord Hoster Tully. In Stark's absence, Roose Bolton holds Harrenhal, which wound seem to make him the Lord of Harrenhal, in practice, if not in name" Varys announced

"Well, let him have it, the name suits our purpose far more than that useless pile of rubble. The Lord of Harrenhal would make a worthy suitor of the widow Arryn" Tywin suggested

"For which I am extremely grateful to yoy, my Lord. Lady Arryn and I have known each other since we were children. She has always been...positively predisposed toward me"

"A successful courtship would make Lord Baelish acting Lord of the Vale" Pycelle stated

"Titles seem to breed titles"

"You'll need to leave for the Eyrie as soon as possible and bring Lysa Arryn into the fold. Then the young wolf can add his own aunt to the list of people who have taken arms against him"

"Far be it from me, for hinder true love, but Lord Baelish's absence would presume certain problems. The Royal wedding may end up being most expensive event in living memory. Summer has ended, hard days lie ahead. Not a good time to leave the crown's finances unattended" Tyrion explained

"Fully agreed" His father answered "Which is why I'm naming you the new Master of Coin"

Tyrion heard his sister Jadeyn snort. "Master of Coin?" he asked in disbelief, half glaring at his sister "Quite mood since the Hound left, are you?" he responds to Jade's mock.

She could almost thank him for saying that, Tyrion searched to make their father disappointed in her. He did, but it was meant more to embarrass Jadeyn not to make her smirk.
Oh, she loved it, the look on her father's face trying to hide the shame.

"It would appear to be a position that best suits you" Tywin brushes his son's comment off. To his councilors it looked like he wasn't buying it, his daughter and the Hound...she had higher standards years ago it seems. But deep down, Tywin Lannister knew that his daughter had the guts to do it.

"I'm quite good at spending money, but a lifetime of outrageous wealth hasn't taught me much about managing it" Tyrion argues

"I have no doubt you will prove equal to this challenge" Cersei encouraged the youngest Lannister

After all the other matters were finished, Tyrion quickly got up and followed his sister. Jadeyn slowed her pace when she caught the glimpse of him trying to keeo with her

"Any idea why there's a 100 Gold Dragons bounty on the Hound's head?"

"Really?" She rised a brow "The Hound again? When I was thinking you were going to ask about your sister's well being, you wound me, little brother" Not an ounce of emotion came out with her words.

"Hurts being father's favorite, eh?" Was it his jest doing the meeting that made her change her so bitchy again? No, that's Jadeyn, she does what she does and then does something completly different because she got bored, he reminded himself, unlike their sister, she had no care of their father's opinion. One day she threatens him about Shae, one day it seems like she already forgot about her, today she probably loves the Hound tomorrow she probably hates him with every inch of her being, that is Jade.

"We both know that Cersei" Jadeyn stared at him with the corner of her eye. Tyrion snorted. Loudly.

"On contrary, it's Jaime, his golden son" Tyrion answered

"He never hesitated to promise him a good punishment" She reminded him

"He was above hitting Cersei" The dwarf furrowed.
Suddenly, she starts walking faster, leaving Tyrion behind her.

Then what stopped him from hitting me?
She enjoyed enjoyed Tyrion's presence too much.

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