The Hounds Dragon ***Sandor Clegane***

Tyrell

Sat in a chair, wrapped in cloth where in some spots specks of red show through. Every breath I took was like being skewered all over again. I would give anything to be in my bed right now, but Joffrey demanded I be there along with the rest of the court to witness is Grandfather, Tywin Lannister, becoming the Hand of the King. I just fought a battle I didn't have to fight and almost died doing it. The least this cunt could do is let me heal. Cersei has tried to use acts of kindness as apologies for her son's cruel acts against me. Washing my hair, helping me walk, bringing me assortments of ointments and teas to help speed up my recovery. I am so grateful for this woman. Even if she is a bitch the majority of the time, she knows when she needs to be good.

Two double doors open and I look up, my neck aching. The clopping of hooves make my ears ring. Tywin is upon a white steed, dramatically making his entrance. Per usual. His head held high, "I, Joffrey of the House Baratheon, first of my name, the rightful king of the Andals and the first men, Lord of the seven kingdoms and protector of the realm, do hereby proclaim my grandfather, Tywin Lannister, the savior of the city and the hand of the king."

A king with only the base titles a king is given. It's pathetic really, when I was his age I had already acquired a few. I'll leave it alone for now. I'll leave Joffrey the Just alone. I need to conserve what I have for now.

A man took a bow with a cushion infront of the king. He placed the hands pin into the cushion. The man quickly took it to Tywin. When Tywin took it he gave a slight bow, "Thank you, Your Grace." He then turned his steed around and left. Nearly immediately the King called Baelish forward.

He just gave Peytr Baelish Harrenhal.
That might just be worse than having that snake on the small council. Giving him a hold? Leave him with his brothels and whores. That's done him plenty good.

Then Ser Loras Tyrell was called.

"Your house has come to our aid. The whole realm is in your debt, none more so than I. If your family would ask anything of me, ask it, and it shall be yours." Joffrey spoke, a kindness in his voice that sounded so back handed.

A moment of silence was given before the knight spoke up, "Your Grace, my sister Margaery, her husband was taken from us before...she remains innocent. I would ask you to find it in your heart to do us the great honor of joining our houses."

This is good, but also so very bad. I fear Sansa is only alive because she is betrothed to him. And I sense it might be no more. Shit.

"Is this what you want, Lady Margaery?" The boy spoke, a smirk upon his pinched face.

She took a few steps forward, "With all my heart, Your Grace. I have come to love guy from afar. Takes of hour courage and wisdom have never been far from my ears, and those tales have taken root deep inside of me." If I've never heard a bigger lie than I never got stabbed. That was the biggest load of shit I've ever heard. I suppose her lies aren't far from my ears either.

"I, too, have heard tales of your beauty and grace, but the tales do not do you justice, my Lady. It would be an honor to return your love, but I am promised to another. A king must keep his word." He sat back and my brows furrowed. What is he trying to get out of this?

Cerseis lips stretched as she turned to her son, "Your Grace, in the judgment of your small council, it would be neither proper nor wise for you to wed the daughter of a man beheaded for treason, a girl whose brother is in open rebellion against the throne as we speak. For the good of the realm, your councilors beg you to set Sansa Stark aside."