Sue Me / Sandor Clegane / Vaera Targaryen

20. Intrigued

''Your grace.' Oberyn said politely as he approached Tywin, Vaera and Cersei.

'Prince Oberyn...' Tywin replied with an edge to his voice.

"Ah lady vaera Lannister, I must say I'm intrigued by you." Oberyn added. "I'm Oberyn martell."

"Nice to meet you." Vaera agreed. 

"Welcome home I hear you had an adventure." 

"I did, my guard wanted me away from danger, we took the scenic route back." Vaera agreed. 

"You were injured..."

"When I was little." She agreed waving a hand in front of her face. Tywin wanted to beat this man for bringing up her disability. 

"many a man have been injured similarly and died... you were quite lucky." Oberyn remarked.

"So they tell me." Vaera agreed.

"You know I was hoping to meet you." Oberyn added, Tywin tensed beside her.

"Really?" she countered. "Why is that?"

"You seem an interesting woman and you are so beautiful." Oberyn told her. "We could get to know each other better." That caught Gregor and Sandor's attention both.

"Yes and this is-" Vaera felt Gregor's presence and the sun disappear as Gregor moved closer. She reached back, the men felt different, she knew this was gregors looming shadow. "Gregor Clegane... my... guard."

"yes, yes..." Oberyn agreed looking Gregor over. "I don't believe you have met Ellaria this is Lord hand Tywin Lannister, Lady Vaera Lannister and Cersei Lannister the queen regent I suppose it is former queen regent now and the mountain,' Oberyn said as charming as ever. 'lord hand, Lady Vaera and lady Cersei and mister mountain, this is Ellaria sand.'

'My Lord my ladies,' ellaria said with a small curtsy

'Charmed .' Tywin said his eyes focused on Vaera though.

'I can't say I've ever met a sand before,' Cersei remarked

'We are everywhere in Dorne I have 10,000 brothers and sisters,' Ellaria told her

'Bastards are born of passion every day, we don't despise them in Dorne.' Oberyn informed them.

"Ser Gregor why dont you take Vaera to get something to eat." Tywin suggested.

"Oh but you have only just arrived and we have so much to talk about." Oberyn countered.

"I am hungry." Vaera agreed knowing that Tywin meant I dont like the way Oberyn is looking at you and if her father didnt want Oberyn knew her certainly Gregor would have been thinking the same thing. And Gregor got possessive and murderous.

"Cookies, cookies, brownies and champagne." Gregor pointed around her plate.

"Thank you Gregor." Vaera agreed fingering the brownies. Sandor stared back at them annoyed. Now they they were back gregor got her? Sandor was thrown aside? SUre he was on probation for abducting Vaera but Vaera had talked her father out of discipline. Now he didnt even get to be her guard, sandor hated that he was jealous of his brother. 

'My love why don't you make the announcement?' Margaery said and Joffrey clinked his glass getting everyone's attention.

 "Are you not going to sit?" Vaera questioned. 

"This is the head table." Gregor corrected.

"And you are my guard, you need not stand gregor, it makes us seem so... formal and you are-"

"I'm right here just right here." Gregor assured kneeling beside her as Tywin took his seat.

"Where is sandor?"

"WHy?" Gregor growled back. 

"Is he enjoying the feast? Do you want to sit by your brother? I can manage if you-"

"No." Gregor assured. She nodded turning back to her plate. 

''Everyone ,' Joffrey declared 'the queen would like to say a few words,' the crowd clapped as Margaery rose, Oberyn led Ellaria to her seat, Tywin touched Vaera's hand as he nudged in his chair.

''We are so fortunate to enjoy this marvelous food and drink not all of us are so lucky, to thank the gods for bringing the recent war to a just end, King Joffrey has decreed that the leftovers from our feast be given to the poorest.' Margaery told them and the crowd irrupted with cheers.

"Thats wonderful." Vaera agreed.

''Silence! Clear the floor! There has been too much amusement here today a royal wedding is not an amusement royal wedding is history time has come for all of us to contemplate our history.' Joffrey declared. 'My lords and ladies I give you... King Joffrey.' a giant Lions mouth statue was opened up a red carpet rolled out and a bunch of dwarves dressed in costumes riding fake horses wielding fake swords came running out.

'Lord Stark, Baylon Greyjoy, and the war of the five kings!' Joffrey declared excitedly.

"What's going on?" Vaera questioned, it sounded to familiar.

"You dont want to know." Tywin countered.

"Gregor?" Vaera begged.

'Away degenerates away away.' the dwarf portraying Joffrey said. The wickedest and jolliest smile adored Joffreys face, Margaery however was not pleased with this display while Joffrey cackled away.

"Oh... they are dwarves, arent they?" Vaera realized.

"How did you know that?" Tywin questioned.

"I dreamt it." Vaera rasped getting up from her seat. "Where is Tyrion?"

"End of the table." Gregor answered confused. "He's not in the show-"

"It's not about the show its about whats coming!" Vaera whisper shouted. Joffrey spewed his drink happily laughing as one of the dwarves portraying Joffrey took the severed wolf head placing it over his crotch dancing with it.

'well fought, well fought.' Joffrey said as every took a bow. 'a champion purse.' He held out a pouch of gold for them. 'although you are not the champions yet are you?' he slapped the pouch in his hands.

"Tyrion." Vaera moved to his side, Tyrion turned back towards her.

'a true champion defeats all the challengers. Surely there are others out there who dare to challenge by reign... uncle. How about you? I'm sure they have a spare costume...' Joffrey declared, Tyrion glanced back to Joffrey.

''one taste of combat was enough for my your grace.' Tyrion said ever so kindly. 'I would like to keep what remains of my face. I think you should fight him. This was but a poor imitation of your own bravery in the field of battle. I speak as a firsthand witness. Climb down from the high table with your new valerian sword and show everyone who a true king wins his throne... be careful though, this one is clearly mad with lust.' Tyrion offered before turning back to Vaera. "You alright sweetie?"

"I think we should take a walk." Vaera decided.

"Um.. Alright." Tyrion agreed getting up.

"Where are you going uncle?" Joffrey countered.

"Well Vaera-"

"No. You will sit. Both of you." Joffrey demanded. Sandor watched Vaera as Tyrion escorted her back to her seat. 

"You alright?"

"No. I had a dream... last night... something isnt right Tyrion." 

If only she had listened to her gut.