Touch // Sandor Clegane

𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑅𝑇𝑌-𝑆𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑁

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𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐹𝐴𝐼𝑁𝑇 𝑆𝐶𝑅𝐸𝐴𝑀𝑆 heard from outside were similar to his. A sound of agony, when he realised it was over and the life went out of his eyes, leaving a pool of blood at her feet.

Her knuckles were destroyed, full of his blood combined with hers. Her wrist hurt terribly, as the burning pain took root in her small body, making even the air a lighter to the fire within her. Jade just stood there, hopping someone would find them. She wanted to cry, but the couldn't, the tears perished with the man.

Him. That's the only way she remembers his existence, by the word 'him'. He was from House Blackwood, but his name, she couldn't recall. Her father arranged a meeting for them, hopping the man will end up giving him at least a break of his daughter and gain the opportunity of having a young, beautiful bride. Yes, she was young. Young and rebellious. At twelve, all Jadeyn wanted was to disobey her father. The so called lord was a man all the way, bearded, twice her height and fucked more whores than she was able to count.

She didn't like him, the thought of him disgusted her and while Cersei was promised a handsome and kind prince of her age she was stuck with this. Her father let them take a stroll around Casterly Rock, for the new couple to know each other.

A mistake. His presence made bile rise up her throat, his filthy hands beginning to touch her shamelessly, without care. Her heart was beating so hard that it was the only thing she could hear, even if she saw his lips moving and curving into a smirk.

Before his fingers crept though the bodice of her dress to feel the soft curve of the little lady's small breast, something in her snapped. With adrenaline rushing in her vains she didn't feel so little anymore. Unexpectedly she grabbed the closest object to her-an ornament on the walls from all could Jade remember and smacked him across his head.

When he hit the ground she got on top of him, her balled fits making contact with his face for minutes. Under the pressure of her hits, his skull cracked open, the blood spilling all over everywhere.

After it, she hasn't moved from there, only when her father found her, knuckles bloody and filthy dress, standing over the corpse of the lord.
He was fuming. Tywin Lannister did not utter a word, but the accident was always an excuse for him to redden the cheek of his daughter.

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𝑆𝑂𝑀𝐸𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝑊𝐴𝑆 not right. The dead were defeated, her father was no longer amongst them and she was here with Sandor. This was supposed to be the happily ever after. However it wasn't and Sandor agreed with her. Something was not done. His brother is still alive and Jade was relentless.

Daenerys Stormborn was a Targaryen, a conqueror, meant to overthrow her sister. She could if she desired, but she won't win this war, she won't, Jadeyn swore. Daenerys was a political enemy, but Jade didn't want the throne, but she was a Lannister to the core, a hateful Lannister.

Before they parted ways, they made sure their last night was memorable - for them, and for the whole castle. At the sound of them, no one even thought about the madness of their goals. May they find each other in the seventh hell.

If neither Jaime nor Robert were able to put an end to the Targaryen dynasty for good, I will, she swore, while buttoning her coat.

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𝐷𝐴𝐸𝑁𝐸𝑅𝑌𝑆 𝑆𝑂𝐹𝑇𝐿𝑌 𝐺𝐴𝑍𝐸𝐷 at the prize she had just won through the ashes. Not as grand as her brother made it look, but it was the throne and it was all hers.

At her side, Drogon paused, sensing danger. At the sudden change, his mother looked curiously at him with a puzzling gaze. And then she unterstood it. The dragon didn't get to react as she had her blade at the Queen's back.

"Who are you?" Daenerys muttered, not daring to look behind at the woman behind her.

"I am a Lannister" Jadeyn hissed, the tip of the bladr began piercing Daenerys' back. While daenerys blood ran down her hands, as she still didn't pull out the weapon, Drogon opened his thorny jaws and let the fire combine with the blood on Jade's hands, making the flesh melt on her now blackened bones.

When Tyrion entered the throne room to find Daenerys' body laying dead in the ground he got a glimpse of the blackened pile of bones near the Dragon Queen. And next to them, shining in the ashes, the ill shaped rock he gave his sister, a long time ago.

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