This is a story of a bastard girl who discovers that the scared man is her father. I don't really see many of this types of stories out in the internet.
Notes: This chapter contains some graphics... but if you are a fan of the show it is nothing compared to that graphic nature of the show.
A week late Lady Sansa was to attend the king's name's day celebration. Maliya was not to be with her lady. Sansa sat next to Joffrey and Myrcella and Tommen. They all sat watching as Sandor threw a man off the ledge of the building.
"Well struck dog!" yelled Joffrey, "What do you think my lady?" he asked Sansa.
"It was well struck you grace" Sansa repeated.
"I just said that," sneered the king.
"Yes, your grace," answered Sansa.
Sansa was uninterested she just wanted to go back to a normal back to her family. At least she had Maliya to talk to. Maliya was very bright she gave Sansa an advice that sounded like something the large burned man would say, 'say pretty words to boost the boy king's ego, if he is happy he wont harm you.' And that is what Sansa did only speak when spoken too but she did not feel like herself.
Lord Tyrion arrived and jested with the prince and princess. He told the king he had work to do, and Joffrey looked after him nervously. After the 'celebration' Sansa went to her room to talk with Maliya.
"I did as you advised me I said only what he wanted to hear, but I do not feel well doing so," she told her.
"My lady I know but it is for your protection, hopefully until your brother arrive and takes you back to Winterfell," informed Maliya.
Sansa said nothing, she hoped she would leave Kingslanding. What would come from Maliya?
"Maliya what would you do when I am gone?" Sansa asked
"I will be here my lady serving the next monarch," answered Maliya.
"If my brother kills the Lannisters' who would you serve?" asked Sansa.
"My lady you must not worry for me," responded Maliya.
Sansa only looked at Maliya she planned on taking Maliya to Winterfell. Maliya had been an influence on Sansa and a protector.
The next day Sansa and Maliya were summoned to the throne room to speak with the king. Both girls felt knots in their stomach, but they followed behind the guards. Upon entering the throne room, Joffrey sat in the throne looking angrily at Sansa.
"Your traitorous brother is marching towards Kingslanding," said the king.
"I have nothing to do my lord, I have been loyal to you, your grace," responded Sansa.
"We need to send your brother a message, my mother tells me that it is to not strike my lady," said the king.
The king looked towards Meryn Trant and gave him a sign to move towards the girls. Trant grabbed Maliya by her long hair.
"I will beat your maid, use this as a sample of what would happen again if your brother continues this senseless pursuit," said the king.
Trant kicked the girl in the stomach, and once on the floor Trant kicked the crying girl. He went to remove the girls dress and kept kicking her.
Meanwhile Sandor stood next to the king and avoided looking at the young girl being beaten. This of course did not prevent him from hearing the yell and cries of pain that fell from her mouth. He wanted to grab that coward by the neck and squeeze the life out of him.
"What is the meaning of this? You beat a young girl; what kind of knight are you?" asked Tyrion.
"The kind that does what the king orders, Imp," answered Trant.
"What it you wouldn't want blood on your pretty white cloak," responded Bronn.
"I was punishing Lady Sansa, her brother is coming to Kingslanding," answered Joffrey.
"Oh and she is his military advisor your imbecile? Someone please cover the girl," says Tyrion.
To Tyrion's surprise Sandor walked towards the girl ripping his white cloak and draping it on the girls disheveled figure.
"I can do what I please I am the King!" yelled Joffrey.
"You are king, but why would you punish innocent girls," says Tyrion.
Sansa was crying she did not want her friend to be beaten because of her.
Tyrion moved towards the crying and bleeding girl.
"My dear you are safe now, come you can go to your chamber I will send he measter to your room," comforted Tyrion.
Maliya tried to stand up but was in too much pain. Bronn moved to help her but was pushed out of the way by Sandor. He helped her to stand, all while Maliya grunted in pain. Sandor moved to take her out of the throne, but Tyrion stops him;
"Clegane you need to protect her," says Tyrion for only Sandor to hear.
Sandor said nothing only lead the girl to her room. He help her lay down to her bed.
"I cannot lay her I need to see how my lady is," said Maliya.
"You are hurt," responded Sandor.
"I do not care I am to care for my lady," she insisted.
"My girl, you cannot care for your lady if you are bruised and battered," he says.
"I am fine," she says.
"Meryn fucking Trant tore your dress, beat you, if the small lord would had not interrupted that fucker would have raped you in front of the entire court," says Sandor angrily.
"It's better me than Lady Sansa," she reasoned.
Sandor looked at the girl in anger; "Do not be stupid, that girl would not give two shits for you if you were in danger," he says.
"I am nobody Sandor, why is the life of a bastard more important than a highborn Lady. I have no family to morn me, to miss me. Lady Sansa has a mother, brother, a sister. She holds more values that I. Now please I need to change my dress to care for my lady. I will clean you cloak and return it to you," she says.
At the moment, Sandor wanted to tell the girl the truth but he knows that it would not change the girls mind. Sandor left with a heavy heart, he knew that he would morn his daughter's death, hell he hated the fact that she did not acknowledge her life to hold importance. She was important to him, Maliya had always been important to him. She was his life really.
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