Game of Thrones: The Storm

S2E8 - The Prince of Winterfell

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After leaving the brief small council meeting, you decided it was probably a good idea to see how Joffrey was coming along with the preparations for the siege. Ever since there was word that Stannis was sailing for King's Landing, he's been nonstop working to make plans for attacks and getting supplies in.

It was more work than you expected him to participate in, especially since he stopped calling for court and had been leaving all affairs either to his mother or the rest of the small council.

The only downside of him being in charge of the siege was that he wouldn't tell anyone what he was planning. He wouldn't tell Varys, Tyrion, or even his mother. Although you had a suspicion that the wretched Queen was already brewing up her own ideas.

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When you made it to Joffrey's chambers, Sandor was standing guard outside the door.

"I need to speak with the King," you crossed your arms as you looked up at him.

"The King doesn't wish to be bothered right now."

"It's important," you insisted.

"How important?"

"Why do you need to know?" You narrowed your eyes as you shifted a bit under his gaze.

"I'm Kings Guard, I need to know why a counselor needs to disrupt the King when he has given me orders-."

"Where you also given orders to tell the Queen that Sansa bled?" You interrupted him, a challenging tone evident in your voice.

He looked down at you with his mouth slightly agape as you could practically see the gears turning in his head about how you knew.

"No, but you did it anyway," you answered for him in a softer tone as you tried to read his expression. "To be cruel? To be loyal? Or just because you could?"

"You wouldn't understand why I did it," he finally answered.

"Try me," you agged him on, waiting for whatever piss-poor excuse he was going to make.

He let out a sigh before looking down the hall as if to make sure nobody else was listening to his reasoning.

"I had to tell the Queen because when I walked into her chambers to see what all the noise was about, your handmaiden, and Sansa's walked into the room and seen me. If I didn't mention anything, that handmaiden of yours would have... and my name would have been included," he tried to explain as you started pacing and rubbing your forehead.

"You could have threatened her," you sighed, stopping as you wiped your face with your hand in irritation.

"Then she really would have told the Queen that I'm a traitor," he scoffed as you shot a glare in his direction. Unfortunately, he was probably right. That maid seemed to be shoved so far up Cersei's ass that it was a little bit ridiculous.

You shook your head as you looked down the hall, desperation and anxiety seeping through every fiber of your being. You wanted so badly to protect Sansa, but you were severely limited on what you could do.

Sandor had been there to protect Sansa as well on more than one occasion, and like you, he was limited on what he could actually do.

"I'm sorry..." you paused, closing your eyes to think about what to say. "I shouldn't have accused you."

"When was the last time you slept?" He asked as you looked over at him with a confused expression. You hadn't even taken into account how you might have looked, having not slept in two days and having barely ate. Wine being your main intake in the span of a 12-hour period.