Sandor Clegane X Reader : The Other Lannister Daughter

Illogical

Tyrion quietly snuck up on a man who is starting his climb up a ladder, propped up on the castle wall.
Tyrion reached up and sliced his knife across the man's ankle; splitting it wide open. After emitting an earsplitting scream the man came crashing down and Tyrion took that moment to jump upon the man and start stabbing him, splitting blood in his wake. As he climbed off the man he determinedly rushed forward, his troops following quietly as they snuck up behind the group of Baratheon men whose attention was focused on battering down the Harbor Gate. Tyrion, once quite sure all where in place yelped out, "Attach!" and they quickly dispatched the dazed men.
A hearty cheer rung out amongst the Lannister troops, "Halfman!!" echoed loudly before it was cut short as a host of soldiers headed towards them and the battle began once again. Tyrion shook his head, muttering a small
"oh fuck me," under his breath as his sword sank into the first of many oncoming men.

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The glowing green fires could be seen from miles away, and as the group drew closer the stench of death hung heavy in the air.
(Y/n) sucked in her breath, had her all her fears come true?
She swallowed the fear, a lump of coal that tore and clawed against her actions and fearfully she admitted piercing Battle Cry before urging her horse forward, the mounted soldiers following quickly behind.
They rode in to find the Kings guard and Lannister troops badly outnumbered by the Baratheon troops and quickly set to work, the saddled men had a large advantage and quickly the body count began to balance out. (Y/n) slid from her mount, slicing off the head of a Baratheon bannermen as he was about to slice down a member of the Kings guard. The attacking armada kept coming, wave after wave till it slowly dwindled to a halt. Once the battle had clearly been won, she allowed herself to finally take in her surroundings and cursed herself, the body's of young Lannister men that lay amongst those of the invaders brought tears to her eyes.
Although as a Lannister, she knew that war was just as much apart of life as birth; it still hurt to see the faces of the men she had grown with, fought beside and shared meals with to lose their lives in such a pointless way. Had her troops arrived any sooner there would only be the blood of the enemy soldiers soaking into the beaches sands and not her own. Wiping away her tears and cursing herself for her weakness, she noticed a man stumbling towards the gate, carrying the body of a child. She closed her eyes for a moment and then opening them again, realized that she recognized the emblem embroidered on the mans back. "Podick Payne?"she called out, causing the man to straiten in alarm and when he turned towards her, she realized her error.
It was not the body of a child he held in his arms, no, it was that of her youngest brother. 
She rushed forward, jumping over the body's as fast as she could and soon reached his side. As she drew close, she noticed Tyrions chest lightly rising and falling, she fell to her knees thanking the both the old gods and the new. After a moment she rose and accompanied Podrick through the gates, once inside she quickly rushed to find a Maester, leaving Pod to guard her brother.
After a few moments she returned, almost carrying a withered old Maester. She saw to it that her brothers wounds where tended and he was sent to his chambers to recover and then turned her attention to aiding her men in the beach cleanup.

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Cerci sat with Tommen on her lap, shrunken back with fear under the recess of the Iron Thrones shadow.
The hard iron against her back chilled her but also gave her reinsurance that she was protected for now. The door was thrown open and Cerci heard herself gasp, feeling her heart skip. Out of the shadows though immerged the faces of two people that Cerci both feared and reviewed, her father and sister. She loosened her grasp on the bottle she found still locked in her grasp and flinched as the glass shattered against the hard stone floor. Tears began to stream down her face as she cried out to the two,
" Father! Sister! Thank the gods your here! What news you bring?"
Tywins face split into a fatherly grin as he announced that the battle was over and the invaders had been thwarted.

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Tyrion woke to a throbbing pain, that felt as though his face crack apart at any moment. Struggling against the pain, he opened his eyes to find himself in a small room, light peeking in through the curtained windows. Turning slightly he noticed a mass of fiery red hair filling with side of his bed.
He needed no time to figure out the owner as he could identify his sister's flaming locks anywhere.
Gently as not to disturb her somber he righted himself and looked about the room for some wine. Spotting his target,he rose stumbling over to the table grabbed a pitcher and swigging back. Wincing as he did he unwittingly let out a groan of agony, rousing (Y/n) at once.
As soon as her eyes opened so did her mouth and she began to tell him off for not only being out of bed but for drinking as well.  She could barely contain her happiness though as she had feared the worse for her dear little brother. He ignored her shouts though electing to instead pour a glass for her and handed it over to her with a smile.
She graciously accepted,both thrown back to Casterly Rock where only the years ago it  almost been a daily ritual for them. She cleared her throat, scared to ask the question that had been raging like a bull through a china shop through her mind since she had arrived. She took a a long drought from the glass before beginning, her words trembling a bit much to her dismay,
"I've asked everyone here but they won't give me a straight answer, where the hell Sandor?" Her palms were sweaty as she prayed that he wasn't dead or captured; although she almost laughed trying to imagine him being captured.
Tyrion hesitated a moment, knowing that the answer would cause some heartache.
"He fled."
He said finally after much consideration of his words.
"King Joffrey has been nothing but cruel to the man and I think last night was his breaking point. His fears of fire didn't help no doubt, with how things went last night, I'm not afraid to admit I was terrified as well. I didn't know you were coming though, otherwise I'm sure I could have made him stay. What will you do now? He will be marked as a traitor and people will be after his head for whatever the bounty may be."  he gazed his sister as he spoke, hoping that she wouldn't break down in tears, he wasn't good with crying women, even if it was one of his sisters.
(Y/n) however responded in a way that he did not expect,
"I will remain here beside my family, until father sends me elsewhere. Sandors a strong man, I'm sure he can take care of himself out there."
Internally she was screaming though, throwing a huge fit, knowing that if she'd arrived any earlier their paths would have crossed. Externally she showed nothing, knowing she needed to stay strong, now more than ever.

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In the days following the Battle, (Y/n) occupied her time helping in any way she could; building pyres, gathering bodies, playing with her nephews, pretending to listen to Circe droned on and on.
The more she worked, the less her mind wander to thoughts of him but at night when she lay alone in her quarters, the castle quiet save for the padding of Kings guards patrolling the Halls, she was left to her thoughts once more and they slowly began to tear her apart.
She wanted to run down to the stables, mount her horse and ride off in search of the man that she loved but her loyalty to her family plagued her mind. If she left her father would be distraught, their family would crumble but if she stayed her heart would surely never mend from the wedge that currently divided it.
Days and eventually months passed and the internal battle continued to wage, tearing harshly at the very seams of the woman.