Touch // Sandor Clegane

𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑇𝑊𝐸𝑁𝑇𝑌-𝐹𝑂𝑈𝑅

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𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐹𝐸𝐴𝑆𝑇 𝑊𝐴𝑆 awfully boring and Jadeyn left after Tyrion made clear that there won't be a bedding ceremony. Quite a pity if you asked Jade.

The next day, she woke up late and also decided to show up late at the meeting with her family she was summoned to. Thing that led to intersecting with her little brother, who was also fashionably late.

"See that you changed your pattern" Tyrion commented, looking up at the shades of blue on Jade's dress.

She scoffed, not a few steps later, she reminds herself that she from all of their family didn't get to... congratulate him "Pity you didn't do a public bedding, brother. Or a bedding at all. I would've loved to see your dwarf sized cock, of course if you have one" she almost giggled

"Quiet sister" Tyrion hushed Jadeyn, giving her a sharp glare "some might hear and think we're just like Jaime and Cersei. You wouldn't want that do you? I believe you might have a problem with any cock bearer since the Hound, no?"

"You must stop pretending that fucking the Hound is my only personality" She licked her lips, approaching the meeting chamber.

Joffrey's unusual, terrible smile greeted them from the entrance. In Jade's mind some ideas formed, but Tyrion couldn't quite get what was happening.

The Lannister daughter took her seat, while waiting for some announcements to be made.

"Killed a few puppies today?" Asked the boy's uncle

"Show him. Come on, show him" Joff continues smiling, urging for the letter to be given to Tyrion.

Pycelle's trembling hand grips the letter and halfwau through giving it to her brother, it slips on the ground. "Oh. Apologies, my Lord, old fingers" said Pycelle and lets Tyrion bend to grab the piece of paper.

"Roslin caught a fine, fay trout" He read and Joffrey looked down at his mother who was smiling at him. "Her brother gave her a pair of wolf pelts for her wedding. Signed, Wader Frey." So it was done then, the young wolf was dead "Is that bad poetry or it is supposed to mean something?"

"Robb Stark is dead" Joff beamed, his nature looking more like a child's than a King's. "And his bitch mother"

Another enemy off the list, Jade noted, a small smirk forming.

"Write back to Lord Frey. Thank him for his services and command him to send Robb Stark's head" Her nephew ordered "I'm going to serve it to Sansa at my wedding feast"

"Your Grace, lady Sansa is your aunt by marriage" Varys tried to change the boy king's thoughts

"A joke. Joffrey did not mean it" Cersei attempted to cover it

"Yes, I did" argued her son "I'm going to have it served to Sansa at my wedding feast"

"No" Announced Tyrion "She is no longer yours to torment" For how much Jade disliked Sansa Stark and her happiness, this marriage was taking away all the fun. Her wails seeing Robb's head on a place would've been bestial.

"Everyone is mine to torment. You'll do well to remember that, you little monster" Joff scoffed

"Oh, I'm a monster. Perhaps you should speak to me more softly, then. Monsters are dangerous and just now kings are dying like flies" Perhaps Jade should start keeping the score of who got the better comeback.

"I could have your tongue out for saying that"

Cersei holds her sons hand, trying to calm him, knowing he doesn't have the freedom of making his empty threats around Tywin "Let him make his threats. He's a bitter, little man"

"Lord Tyrion should apologise immediately. Unacceptable, disrespectful and in very bad taste" Pycelle stated, even though no one had a need for his irrelevant opinions.

"I am the King!" Joffrey shouted "I will punish you" he swore

"Any man who must say" I am the King", is no true King" Tywin spoke, before Joffrey could say anything else "I'll make sure you understand that when I've won your war for you"

"My father won the real war" Joffrey kept going "He killed Prince Rhaegar, he took the crown while you hid under Casterly Rock"
There was no sound after Joffrey finished his sentence, all men waited for what Tywin Lannister had to say, only Jade grinned at the situation, leaning in the back of her chair, thinking to herself how good is to have gloves back on.

"The King is tired, see him to his chambers" The Hand declared

"Come along" Cersei rose, ready to do what she was bid

"I am not tired" Insisted Joffrey

"We have so much to celebrate" His mother caressed his cheek "A wedding to plan, you must rest" she finally convinced him to listen

"Grand Maester, perhaps some essence of nightshade to help him sleep"

"I'm not..." Jofd began again, but stopped when he saw the look on his grandfather's face.

Pycelle also rose and walked away, followed by Varys. And after some seconds of watching her father and brother with amusement Jadeyn also retired.

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