Touch // Sandor Clegane

𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑅𝑇𝑌

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𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑆𝑀𝐴𝐿𝐿 𝐶𝑂𝑈𝑁𝐶𝐼𝐿 was insanely small and insanely quiet without her father. When he had the Dornish Prince join the council she had been excused from joining some meetings, but now that Cersei was in charge she was forced to attend them again. Why her sister felt such pleasure on having Jadeyn by her side, she did not know.

"You're the Hand of the King?" Kevan asked

"No, uncle" Cersei answered "Clearly it would not be appropriate for a woman to assume that role. I'm merely advising my son until he comes of age and choses a hand from himself"

"Your Grace, I would be willing to serve provisionally as the King's Hand until he becomes old enough-"

"You're a good man, Lord Tyrell" Cersei interrupts Mace Tyrell's bullshit "But I don't imagine you'll have the time. In addition to being the Master of Ships, the King has appointed you Master of Coin"

"Your Grace-"

"He called your experience and wisdom in financial matters unparalleled. He saud he would be honored to have you to represent the crown's interest in the same" Cersei continued

"The honor is all mine, Your Grace" The Lord accepted

"Your Grace" Pycelle addressed "In the past, on several occasions, a Grand Maester has served as the King's Hand-"

"The King has named Qyburn the new Master of Whispers"

"Your Grace, him? This-this man? This embarrassment to the Citadel? Your Grace, what qualifications could he possibly have for this post?"

Jadeyn's gaze was fixed on the heavy gold chain around her neck. The chain they have found buried deep in Shae's neck as they inspected the place of their father's death. The Imp seemed to be quite annoyed by his father fucking his former whore.

"The qualifications of loyalty, Grand Maester. That's far more than the eunuch ever had. Far more than many ever have"

"I must say, I cannot see-"

"Uncle Kevan, in light of your position as commander of the Lannister armies, it would please the King if you served as his Master of War, no man living better deserves the title" Cersei smiled at her uncle

"That is kind of you to say. I would like to hear it from the King himself" Of course Kevan Lannister didn't buy the lie as easily as Mace Tyrell. Her uncle was a vrmery wise man, wiser than their father, you could say.

"The King is very busy at this moment"

"He should be here, learning what it means to rule"

"He is learning. On this occasion, in his capacity as ruler, he's asked me to speak on his behalf"

"I return to the capital to pay my respects to my brother, and to you, and to serve the King. I did not return to the capital to serve as your puppet, to watch you stack the small council with sycophants. Sending your own brother away so he wouldn't be-"

"My brother has left the capital to lead a sensitive diplomatic misson"

"What mission?"

"It is not your concern as Master of War"

"I do not recognise your authority to dictate what is and is not my concern. You are the Queen Mother, nothing more" Kevan rose from his seat, leaving the room annoyed.

It was also the time for her to leave, she could not stand being in this room of fools any longer. And Qyburn next to her smelt worse than a rotting corpse. Gods knew what abominations he was doing with the Mountain's body and in what atrocities he's transforming him.

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𝑂𝑅 𝐴 𝑀𝑂𝑀𝐸𝑁𝑇, Jadeyn could not realise what Tommen had actually meant. After a moment of silence she immediately knew that his bride and Queen, Margaery had planned this, her and her wrinkly bitch grandmother.

She was seated in the royal apartments, standing straight in one of the chairs in the room, the armrest of it trapped into her bruising grip.
He couldn't, he won't.

"I'll kill you before you send me off to Casterly Rock, boy!" Now that she could have it, she didn't want it, typical of her and unexpectedly expected.

Tommen fliched, watching the anger in his aunt's eyes go from one stage to another. And still after his panic and her demeanor had faded he ran towards his aunt, crushing her in a foreign kind of hug. She did not expect hor the boy to rush to her and lovingly bury his head in her chest, but he did.

She rose a hand and placed it on the back of his head. Her thoughts told her to add pressure anf crush his skull like the Mountain did to Oberyn, to elia or some random whore he met at a tavern. Do it! a hissing voice in her head that she was so familiar with urged her.

Oh, but she couldn't. She couldn't. The floating feeling in her chest did not allow her to. If it was Cersei or Jaime or Joffrey or Tyrion she might have, but not to sweet little Tommen. Not him, not the little boy who's still confused and corrupted that during the night he wakes up and sometimes asks for any person in his life he thought can offer him the comfort he needed, he was so overwhelmed with all the change in his life that he forgot why he was King in the first place. Because Joffy died, and his mother made sure to remind him that all the time.

Instead, Jade ruffled his golden hair with one hand, trying to ignore the burning sensation of flesh caused by his touch and looked up, trying to stop the tears forming into her own eyes.

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