You're Losing Me / Ned Stark / Sandor Clegane

21. My Fia

"This was last week!" Tyanna shouted.

"What anout gendry?"

"You fucking your dream man is bigger than that."

"Your sisters dead baby not being dead. That seems-"

"But you and ned? How did it happen? Was he excellent? How big was he?"

"Tyanna!" Sofia blushed. "We shouldnt be speaking of such things."

"Yes we should," she corrected. "You have been dreaming of fucking him for ages! I need all the dirty sexy details."

'That sounds like someone we know. The mountain.' Petyr clarified.

'You are describing ser Gregor Clegane.' Ned confirmed.

'Why would ser Gregor turn though he is an honored knight?' Pyselle asked

"Honored." sandor scoffed. Nessa smiled up at him.

"Daddy im hungry."

"You must be growing the clegane in you." Sandor agreed she grabbed his hand jumping up

"Can we have a tea party with fia?"

"You really like Fia." Sandor mumbled

"I really love Fia." She corrected.

'I heard him called Tywin Lannister's mad dog.' Petyr told them 'I'm sure you have as well. Can you think of any reason the lannisters might be angry with your wife?'

'If the Lannister's were to order an attack under the kings protection it would be-' Pycelle said cautiously.

'It would be almost as brazen as attacking the hand of the king in the streets.' Petyr informed him.

"Where is your man?"

"At a meeting."

"He looks good on the throne." Tyanna admitted. Sofia followed her gaze to the opening door of the throne room. She smiled at sandor, beamed down at Nessa before she peered past them to Ned.

'I cannot give you back your homes or restore your livestock but perhaps I can give you justice in the name of our King Robert. Lord Beric Dondarrion. You should have the command send 100 men and ride to Ser Gregor Clegane.'

'As you command.' Beric agreed. Ned stood up cane in hand, taking shaky steps forward.

'In the name of Robert of the house Baratheon the first of his name king of the Andals and the first man lord of the seven kingdoms and the protector of the realm I charge you to bring the kings justice to the false knight Gregor Clegane and all those who shared his crimes. I denounce him I detained him I strip him of all ranks and titles of all lands and holdings and sentenced him to death,' Ned said confidently.

"You hear that sandor?" Tyanna questioned. "Neds putting a hit on your brother."

"Pity the man that tries." Sandor corrected.

'My Lord this is a drastic action.' Pycelle informed him, 'it would be better to wait for King Roberts return.'

'Send a raven the castlery rock, master pycelle, inform Tywin Lannister that he has been summoned to court to answer for the crimes of his Bannerman. He will arrive within the Fortnight or we branded an enemy of the crown and a traitor to the realm.' Ned informed them, he nodded to Beric and he was off.

"Oh daddy is not going to like that." Tyanna decided. "What is your man doing?"

"Acting like a king." Sofia answered fondly. Sandor rolled his eyes pulling nessa away.

"Wait! I wanted a tea party." Nessa corrected reaching for Sofia.

'A bold move my lord and admirable.' Petyr said 'but is it wise to yank the lions tail he is the most powerful man in the seven kingdoms?' Petyr smirked 'Gold wins wars not soldiers' Petyr added

'Then how come Robert is King? And not Tywin Lannister?'

"Joffrey is a bastard."

"Yeah." Sofia agreed.

"Yeah?"

"I have lived here for years and yeah. They all are. You think I'm happy about it? But Tyanna is my best friend, she loves her sister... ned we found- well tyanna found-"

"Ned! It's Robert. We were hunting...a boar..." Renly declared. "Sofia, Sofia come quick." Ned saw the fear in Renlys eyes and Ned made his way to Roberts chambers.

"Robbie!" Sofia demanded pushing open the door

Inside Robert's room, Cersei, Joffrey, Barristan Selmy and Maester Pycelle are all present. Robert spoke to joffrey, whom was sitting beside him.

"I should have spent more time with you, shown you how to be a man." Robert remarked. "I was never meant to be a father...." Joffrey stared back at him. "Go on. You don't want to see this." Joffrey nodded looking to his mother before heading out. "My fault. Too much wine, missed my thrust." Robert offered.

"Oh robbie." Sofia whispered.

"It stinks. It stinks like death."
Robert barked looking to a taery sofia. "Don't think I can't smell it." he added looking to Ned. "I paid the bastard back, Ned. I drove my knife right through his brain. You ask them if I didn't. Ask them!" Ned stayed silent. "I want the funeral feast to be the biggest the Kingdoms ever saw. And I want everyone to taste the boar that got me. Now leave us, the lot of you. I need to talk to Ned."

"Robert, my sweet..." Cersei corrected.

"Out, all of you!" Robert snapped and Cersei dropped the act as she headed out.

"Hi joff." Tyanna offered. "How are you?"

"Is he dying?" Joffrey questioned.

"Looks like it." Cersei agreed innocently.

"Does that make me king?"

"Spoiled little shit your fathers body is still breathing." Tyanna corrected.

"You damned fool." Ned demanded.

"Whats the matter with you? I smell the ale on you too. Robert you are not as young as you used to be."'sofia declared.

"And i will never be young again im afraid."
Robert agreed kissing her hand.  'There is paper and ink on the table' Robert said through labored breaths. 'write down what I say... in the name of Robert of the house of Baratheon first of his... You know how it goes fill in the damn titles... I hear by command Eddard of house stark titles, titles.' he moaned, 'as Lord Regent and protector of the realm upon my death to rule in my stead until my son Joffrey comes of age.' Instead of writing Joffrey though Ned wrote the rightful heir. 'Give it to me.' Robert requested ned handed it over to Robert and he signed his name at the bottom, handing the ink back with a groan of pain. Sofia noticed the wording but stayed silent.

'Give it to the council after I'm dead.' Robert instructed 'at least they can say I did this right this one thing... you will rule now. You will hate it worse than I did but you'll do it well.' Robert choked out a breath 'Daenerys Targaryen, the girl you were right, varys, little finger, my brother, all worthless no one to tell me no but you. Only you.' Robert remarked. 'Let her live, stop it, if it is not too late.'

'I will.' Ned agreed.

'My son, help him Ned, make him better than me.'

'I... I will do everything I can to honor your memory.' Ned assured.

"Give me some time with Sofia." Robert instructed. Ned heard sofia sobbing into robert as he left.

"How is she?" Sandor questioned

"Shes losing her brother." Ned answered. Sandor nodded as nessa peered between his legs.

"Fia needs a hug." Nessa decided.

"As soon as she comes out," Ned answered crouching before her. "I will give Sofia the biggest hug."

"No me! Shes my Fia." Nessa corrected. Sandor smiled down at her. Thats right keep stark away from their Fia.