NOTE: Hope you like this chapter because it is short.
They arrive to the Red Keep, Maliya was to show the Starks to their chambers. Sansa was angry at her father, and she took her anger out on the closest thing... Maliya.
Maliya was preparing Sansa's bath. "My lady your bath is ready, would you like me to assist you?" she asked.
The red head looked at the girl, "No, I don't want you to be in my room any longer... GET OUT!" she yelled.
Maliya curtsied and ran out of the room, she did not want to upset the lady. She stood outside the door because even if the lady did not require her service right now but she would eventually.
"What are you doing outside the door girl, shouldn't you be attending to your lady?" asked Sandor confused.
"She dismissed me, I might have angered her." Said Maliya.
"Well she dismissed you, go rest girl it was a long journey." He tells her.
"The queen told me to wait on my lady I am to not leave her side" said the girl.
Sandor shook his head but said nothing. To Maliya surprise Sandor stood there with her.
"I'll stay here so that you can go rest, if the lady needs anything I will fetch you," he told her.
"You need to rest too, the prince will need you to be well rested," stated the girl.
She did not wait for the tall man to say something, instead she went to the kitchen to fetch her lady some lunch. Sandor followed closely behind, he was amazed by how selfless his daughter was. Maliya grabbed Limon cakes and tea for the young Stark girl. She did not know why the girl got angry at her for, but she wanted to amend it. Maliya glanced to Sandor who was eating in the kitchen table. Maliya walked back to her lady's chambers and knocked.
"My lady I brought you Limon cakes and tea for a midday meal," said the girl from the other side of the door.
"Bring it in" ordered the red head.
Maliya placed the tray in the assigned place. Sansa did not say anything, and Maliya was worried.
"My lady have I done anything to upset you?" asked Maliya.
"Yes, I am offended that the queen assigned a bastard to wait on me. I do not want you to touch my belonging, I do not know if you're a thief. I do not trust you. I wish you would leave me alone bastard." Demanded Sansa.
Maliya only bowed her head.
"I am sorry my lady, I will speak to the queen so that you are assigned another handmaiden," she said.
Sansa only looked at the girl with distain. She was a highborn and she demanded the best. Yet she was given an uneducated bastard to wait on her. She was a slave nobody important. However, Maliya was an educated girl, Lord Tyrion made sure of that. She might have been bought by the queen, but Lord Tywin forbade Cersei to call her as such. However, unbeknown to both the amount Cersei payed the girl's mother all those years ago was paid double, but she still had to pay for all the queens "kindness." Maliya was taught how to be a perfect maid, and she excided that training. She was the best at what she did because she showed discretion and kindness to everybody she encountered.
Maliya walked to the Queen's chambers.
"What do you want girl you should be with Lady Sansa?" asked queen.
"The lady Sansa does not wish for my services, she does not trust me with her belongings your grace," explained Maliya.
"I assigned you to Lady Sansa because you are my property, dog bring Lady Sansa to my chambers," orders the queen.
Sandor went to Lady Sansa's room and led the girl to the queen chambers.
"Your grace," curtsied Sansa.
"I have been informed that you do not trust your handmaiden, but I am here to tell you that the bastard is trustworthy. She has not use for riches little dove," informed Cersei.
"Yes, your grace." Said Sansa.
Sansa knew that Maliya would not steal from her, but she was angry at the world. So, she took out her anger out on Maliya.
NOTE: So, I think this chapter is crap!! I hope this is not too bad though. We got some Sandor and Maliya interaction.
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