Game of Thrones: The Storm

S2E4 - Garden of Bones

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WARNING: This chapter contains slight smut. Read at your own risk.

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A few days later, even though things had seemed to calm down with the war against Robb Stark, a raven in the night said differently. Apparently, the Young Wolf had ambushed Stafford Lannister in the night, and when the sun rose in the morning, thousands of Lannister soldiers were found butchered. The correspondents even went as far as to say that after the ambush, the Northmen feasted on the flesh of the slain.

The only reason you had access to such information so quickly was because you were talking with Tyrion about actual laws that needed to be added or fixed within the realm.

Soon after the both of you had read the correspondents, a steward barged into the Hand of the King's quarters to inform the both of you that Joffrey had called for court to be held that very second.

Thinking nothing of it, you accompanied Tyrion and his sell-sword, Bronn, to the throne room. What you all walked in on, however, made your blood boil.

Ser Meryn has his sword raised above his head and was about to strike a half-undressed Sansa who was cowering on the ground, all while Joffrey watched in amusement. Her ladies in waiting stood off to the side along with a few other Lords and Ladies as they watched her get beat.

"What is the meaning of this," Tyrion said as Ser Meryn stepped away and put his sword back in its sheath.

Joffrey's expression fell when he seen you walking forwards with Tyrion, standing in between the young girl and Ser Meryn.

"What kind of knight beats a helpless girl?" Tyrion asked angrily.

"The kind that serves his King, Imp," Ser Meryn looked around you as you stood your ground.

"Careful, now. We don't want to get blood all over your pretty white cloak," Bronn warned the knight, resting his hand on his sword.

"Someone get the girl something to cover herself with," Tyrion demanded as Sandor stepped down from where he stood and tore his cloak off of his back to give to Sansa. You let out a soft relieved sigh through your nose when he did before turning your attention to Tyrion as he started to walk up the steps to Joffrey. "She is to be your Queen. Have you no regard for her honor?"

"I'm punishing her," Joffrey argued.

"For what crimes? She did not fight her brother's battle, you half-wit."

"You can't talk to me like that. The King can do as he likes!" Joffrey shouted in protest before walking back to the Iron Throne.

"The Mad King did as he liked. Has your uncle Jaime ever told you what happened to him?" Tyrion asked Joffrey.

"No one threatens his grace in the presence of the Kings Guard," Ser Meryn warned as he placed his hand on his sword. When he stepped forward you stood in between the half-man and the half-knight.

"Learn the difference between education and threats or learn your place as a Kings Guard. You aren't to meddle in the council's business," you told the knight, staring into his eyes as Tyrion looked over his shoulder.

"Bronn, the next time Ser Meryn speaks, kill him," Tyrion told his sell-sword before turning back around to talk to Ser Meryn. "That was a threat. See the difference?"

After Tyrion was done talking, he turned around and walked back down the steps to Sansa. When he offered his hand to help her stand, she looked up at him with uncertainty before finally deciding to take his hand.

The crowd whispered as Joffrey stood from the throne. You stayed put as Tyrion walked Sansa out of the throne room, her ladies in waiting following after her.