Touch // Sandor Clegane

𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑅𝑇𝑌-𝑇𝑊𝑂

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𝐴𝑅𝑂𝑈𝑁𝐷 𝑀𝐼𝐷𝑁𝐼𝐺𝐻𝑇, Jade suddenly opened her eyes, feeling the urge to look upon the window for the head of Ned Stark on the walls, even though it has been removed long ago from there.

The Lannister daughter took off her glove off and rose her nightgown, practicing the only habit that allowed her to sleep and stop the intoxicating thoughts of her lover afterwards. Jadeyn's breath got heavier, her fingers continuing to search through her folds.
She kept going until the dawn cut across her blinds and her trembling fingers and legs could bear no more of it. Her palish tips of fingers were wrinkly and more drenched in her than ever before. Now that she stopped rubbing herself the flesh felt too foreign to touch.

Sighing, she rose from the soft mattress and got ready for the day. The darkest shade of red shinned on her, as she paired the long bell sleeves with wrist length gloves. Her hair was messy and definitely needed a bath, but she wasn't in the mood for one now, she noted in her mind to instruct the servants on readying her bath by the dusk's time.

While Jadeyn was searching for the maid that she told to let everyone know not to disturb her she found out that her sister was taken by the same fanatics she armed up, now being forced to perform a walk of atonement.

When she heard it, Jade rushed to the closest balcony with a view of the city.
The sight before her was strangely amazing. Her sister's her was clearly shorter than it ever was and her body was full of filth from days if imprisonment and the shit the common folk threw at her. The shame in her walk brought a faint smile on Jade's face, who quickly looked around to see if someone saw her enjoying her older sister's misery.

Lucky, there was no one spying on her, so Jadeyn succeeded to find pleasure in Cersei's punishment for a little more time. When she finally approached the Keep enough, Jade hurried to the entrance of it, where several knights, a part of the Small Council and Qyburn, accompanied by the atrocity he created from the Mountain stood, waiting for Cersei.

Jadeyn gave the most pitiful glance she could fake at her sister's naken body being covered with a crimson cloak, staring at her hurt, bloody feet. Cersei, of course, knew her sister's true nature, Jade would never care for anyone that's not herself, and sometimes, she didn't even care about her own person. But at least she was glad her little sister chose not to embarrass her even more by showing her satisfaction of what has happened to her.

"Your Grace" Qyburn whispered under the sound of Cersei's sobs "It's good to have you back. Come. We'll take you inside, I need to have a look at those feet"
An armor clanking directed Qyburn and Cersei's gazes to it.

"May I have the honor of presenting the newest member of the Kingsguard?" The man asked, the sight of the Mountain's return calming some of Cersei

"If it please, Your Grace, he has taken a holy vow of silence. He was sword that he would not speak until of His Grace's enemies are dead and evil has been driven from the Realm" Qyburn informed her, as Cersei was taken away by the Mountain.

All of the people were gone, yet Jadeyn remained in the same place, staring at the print of blood that her older sister's feet left on the ground, until she felt her own hands sinking in in once again.

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