Sue Me / Sandor Clegane / Vaera Targaryen

18. Mine

Tywin never wanted to let vaera go.

"Daddy you are squishing me." Vaera whispered.

"Im going kill clegane-"

"No," vaera demanded " he took me to safety."

" I took the castle back there was never any danger." Tywin countered

" I didn't know that we didn't know that!" She exclaimed. " please you can't blame him for trying to protect me."

" he said some things before he left. To joffrey."

"Well frack joffrey," vaera demanded making tywin chuckle. "Daddy sandor just wanted to keep me safe. He should be rewarded, not punished. Plus he got arya Stark. Something cersei and yourself couldnt accomplish, might i add."

"You are back." Gregor breathed staring down at Vaera. He didn't believe it when they said vaera had returned.

"Yes, Sandor protected me, he thought it was safest, we were going to Harenhal, you see we were going to find my father." Vaera didnt know why she was so flustered, it was just gregor, she spoke with him often, he was her guard.

" your bath is ready my lady." Vaera nodded.

" can we catch up later? I'm really sorry I feel disgusting and wish to bathe." Vaera remarked. Gregor nodded. She waited.

"Aye." He agreed. " I missed you."

"And i you."  Vaera agreed. She felt like she was cheating on the brothers.  They were both her guards and yet she had felt such a deep connection with each of them that made her very confused about what her heart was feeling.

" do you know what has been decided  of your brother? " vaera added not hearing the door close just yet. Gregor hesitated

"Sandor?"

" my father was going to speak with him and well... I haven't heard anything since. Just wanted to make sure he was OK."

" don't worry about my brother." Gregor countered and with that he left.

"Shes a slippery one, harder to contain than Sansa." Cersei warned.

"What do you want us to do with her?"

"Confinement to her chambers. Guard at the door. And outside her window should do it." Cersei decided. Arya snarled back at her.

" Show him. Come on, show him." Joffrey demanded. Pycelle dropped the scroll before Tyrion could grab it.

" Oh, apologies, my lord. Old fingers." annoyed Tyrion snatched it from the ground.  Joffrey was manic with energy.

"'Roslin caught a fine fat trout. Her brothers gave her a pair of wolf pelts for her wedding. Signed Walder Frey.' Is that bad poetry or is it supposed to mean something?"

"Vaera?"

"Sandor." She jumped up from bed. " come in I bet I smell a lot better." he breathes her in.

"Aye. You do." Vaera chuckled.

" did you get a bath and a proper meal as well?"

" I wanted to check on you." Sandor moved to her untouched plate and grabbed a chicken wing.

" what did my father say?" Vaera asked. He swallowed down the food thickly.

" I'm on probation. He is upset and rightfully so after I stole you away." Sandor offered.

" Robb Stark is dead. And his bitch mother: Joffrey answered before turning to Pycelle. "Write back to Lord Frey. Thank him for his service and command him to send Robb Stark's head. I'm going to serve it to Sansa at my wedding feast."