Game of Thrones: The Storm

S2E10 - Valar Morghulis

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When you burst into the throne room with Tywin Lannister and who you found out was Loras Tyrell, you seen Cersei drop a small bottle that she was trying to conceal behind her dress. 

"Father," Cersei whispered when Tywin emerged from behind you and Loras. 

"The battle is over. We have won," Tywin declared as he walked closer to his daughter who had let out a shaking breath before kissing the top of Tommen's head. 

"Where's Sansa?" You whispered to yourself before turning to sprint down the halls to Maegor's holdfast. 

When you got there, the guards let you through. All the high-born ladies and Sansa's handmaiden were either gathered in a circle singing hymns or praying alone on their beds.  

"Where's Lady Stark?" You asked in a hurried tone as they looked up at you. Many of them gasped at your bloody appearance, while others got up in fear that the battle was lost. 

"Shae," your shaking tone barely over a whisper as she approached you. "Where's Sansa?"

"In her room, I thought she would be safer there," Shae said as you turned to run back out of the holdfast. You were almost immediately stopped in your tracks as a little girl was standing in your way. 

"Have we won, Lady Baratheon?" She asked, her mother quickly moving over to her to get her out of your way. 

"Stannis's forces have retreated, yes. You'll live another day, my lady," you told her with as much a smile as you could muster before walking past her. 

When you made it to Sansa's chambers, the door was barred shut, and there was no light shining from the other side. 

"Sansa, open your door please," you called out before you head the sound of rustling. After a few seconds of clamoring, the door flung open before she encased your torso in a tight hug, completely disregarding that you were covered in blood. You closed your eyes as you wrapped your arms around her, a sigh left your lips as you rested your chin on her head. 

"You're alive," she mumbled as you nodded.  

"I'm alive," you repeated before pulling away from her to see if she was hurt at all. "Are you hurt?"

She shook her head, avoiding your gaze until she finally locked eyes with you. "Are you hurt?"

"Not that I know of," you smiled. 

The sound of armor and footsteps tore you away from Sansa as you looked down the corridor, your eyes picking up on the glimmering Lannister armor before Sansa could see it. 

"Good, you found her," Tywin spoke in a level tone as you straightened up. 

"My Lord," you averted your gaze to the floor as he stood in front of the both of you. 

"Storm, see to the King. It appears his Hound has decided to tuck tail," Tywin commanded as your eyebrows knitted in confusion. 

"My Lord, Laramie is a Baratheon now, King Joffrey naturalized her," Sansa told the older man. 

Being called by your bastard name wasn't what perplexed you, however, it was that Tywin had insinuated that Sandor had fled. You had noticed that he didn't go back out to fight, but you had just assumed that maybe he found his way back into the Red Keep in order to protect Joffrey, even though he openly said, "fuck the King," in front of everyone. 

"Well then, Lady Baratheon, see to your brother. The Hound has fled King's Landing."

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A day and a half had passed before Joffrey called for court to be held. In that day in a half, you had learned that Tyrion was almost murdered by one of the Kingsguard, Bronn was relieved from his duties as Lord Commander of the City Watch, and the Tyrells were making themselves a little too at home for your liking.