Sandor Clegane X Reader : The Other Lannister Daughter

Lets do the time warp again!

It's strange to think how little blood is actually necessary to lose before we ultimately succumb to our Fates. The amount of blood that covered the bed, the blankets, the floor, and (Y/n) was enough to cause alarm. The Grand Maester had successfully stopped her episode, pulled the deformed body from her womb and was currently trying to his best to stop the heavy blood flow that followed. He could not or would not have the deaths of a Lannister on his hands, if he wanted to keep his head that was.

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(Y/n)'s free or form stood on the balcony overlooking lantis port, her right hand clutching the cane by her side for stability. Two weeks have passed and all due to the vigilant efforts of the Grand Maester she was almost completely healed. Looking down on the city life, she pondered to herself, 'I wonder what I would have thought if somebody told me that all of this would take place' she chuckled ' I probably would have laughed in their face and sent them off' but after fighting through all of this made (Y/n) feel like she could maybe one day live up to the family name.

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Time warp (jump to the left an all that)
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The Lannister family grow both in size and strength over the next twelve years. Cersei had bore for heirs from King Baratheon, the one died will still young; Tywin and almost doubled their military numbers other gold reserves were nearly overflowing. Shortly after King Baratheon and Cersei's wedding, Tywin had returned home,
Upon regaining command made his adviser in both political and military operations. Crawled her way up the ranks of her father's force and had become a successful General who fought and even won a few skirmishes and her father's name. Was loyal to what family meant to her and fought fiercely for their honor; however when Jamie had pulled his prank on Tyrion and quite literally broke the little man, her father's reaction making it all the more worse, found her face wavering. How could the people who believed the family meant everything do something so cruel to one of their own? She and Tyrion had been constant companions before but afterwards they became almost inseparable; she shared all of her thoughts with her brother freely as she felt he was the only one who really understood how important family really was. They train side-by-side both during the day and and by night he would drink wine and keep her company while she worked until he was sent to King's Landing to accompany Cersei and Jaime. Then there is no one to stop the feeling, it was an empty feeling that wormed its way into her chest, clawing at it her mind and heart whenever she found herself an active or alone. If she stopped, she would think of him and that empty void would grow so she tried her best to keep busy. She trained not only her body but mine and weaponry but also Linguistics becoming proficient in multiple languages both written and spoken. It seems that the harder she trend the taller and stronger she got, to the point where she towered over most men, much Jaime and Tyrion dismay. Her twenty sixth nameday was quite quickly approaching and and she planned ignoring the day completely as per every year and training. The night before however, she found herself summoned to her father's chambers.

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Storming down the hallway, mentally preparing for the battle she assumed would be taking place. Every year Lord Tywin and (Y/n) have the same heated argument but she always ended up on the winning end of things. She refused to have a nameday feast, refused to even acknowledge the day, and refused any gifts, she didn't see the point in celebrating becoming older, especially with  Westeros is still pulling itself back together after Robert's Rebellion. Upon reaching the doorway, she knocked roughly on the door, almost abruptly it was drawn open and she was issued inside to find a quite different scene from her mentally prepared image. Sitting in her father's war table was Lord Tywin, Uncle Keran, and two of her father's advisers. In the center of the table was an unraveled scroll and from the wrinkles and fold marks adorning, was apparent it had been read many times. She slid into her seat by her father and left around, a curious gleam in her emerald eyes was increased by the candlelight. Trying to make light of the situation she jested, "who died?" Trying to break the tension that was almost suffocating. Tywin turned to his daughter, flashing a smile before growing stern once more, "King Robert Baratheon was killed by a boar will he was drunkenly hunting, leaving the Iron Throne up for grabs. Eddard Stark is currently imprisoned by Cersei for treason and Joffrey is to be coronated once. Tyrion will be become temporary Hand of the King until I join them. But I fear that day will come too soon as Stannis Baratheon has begun preparations to sail on King's Landing, to take the throne for himself. As he finished he noticed his daughter's features darken as they did when everytime a battle was in the works. " I will be  sending troops to attack them from the rear as they begin their siege on the walls. (Y/n) stood at once," when do we ride, my Lord? " she asked, casting a loving glance towards her father. "Tomorrow morning." He replied quietly. ' Why can't she be more like Cersei, who would happily feast and dance for her nameday celebration rather than happily march off to a battle that wasn't hers to fight? Lord Tywin thought to himself while looking up at his youngest daughter.
After excusing the other three council members, Lord Tywin and (Y/n) went to take a walk along the castles stone battlements, surveying the troops preparations for the march tomorrow and sharing idle chitchat. Gazing out across the sunset Sea, Lord Tywin's thoughts turning to the fair child he had brought home but twenty four years ago and here she was now, one day away from her twenthy sixth. Damn, how time has passed.' He was abruptly pulled from his thoughts by a firm tug on his arm, shaking his head and turning to find his daughter looking down at him with worry. "Father! I have been asking you the same question for ages now, are you all right?" 
"Yes darling!" was his quick reply "I was just pondering lifes funny little quirks, now what was your question?" He replied looking up with tenderness. "I was wondering if the rumors about Sandors location and title might be correct?" She paused  a moment biting her lip before continuing, "they whisper that he's a knight in the King's Guard and guards over nephew Joffrey." Her words becoming shaky. 
   "Yes and no" Tywin responded before adding "he was appointed  by me as Joffrey's personal guard but he is not a member of the King's Guard. I am assuming you already know what happened to Clegane keep after Lord Clegane past?" He pause for a moment but with a Curt nod from he continued, "after the atrocities committed by Gregor after becoming Lord there, Sandor left home. He ended up aiding my men in a skirmish, so do to his courage and specialized skill-set I asked him to join the King's Guard but he refused. He explains that his brother and him had their differences and didn't care to work alongside him, Joffrey had recently been born and needed a protector so I offered him the role and he readily agreed." As he finished, he noticed the luster return to his daughter's eyes. Tywin knew and have known all these years, both from tyrion's observations and his own, though she hadn't spoken his name out loud for almost ten years until this day, his daughter had given her heart to Sandor all those years ago.