Sandor Clegane X Reader : The Other Lannister Daughter

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Whispers brought the news of the slaughter at the Twins to the ears of the Red Keep hours before the ravens arrived. The small council, recieving summons, adjourned in Tywins quarters, awaiting his arrival.
(Y/n)s presence had been requested much to her own surprise and when she entered the chamber, the looks she caught made it evident that it was to theirs as well. Cercis tightly drawn lips and narrowed eyes made it clear that (Y/n) was not welcome by her, but (Y/n) paid no heed and took the empty chair beside her uncle Keran. Joffrey came bounding into the room with a huge grin plastered on his face, followed closely by Gregor who's gloomy features created a humorous contrast, causing (Y/n) to share in Joffeys grin. Once the first words of the slaughter had spilled from Tyrions mouth, Joffrey could no longer contain his glee as he stated proudly that he would be sending Gregor after Robs head as it would be the perfect surprise for Sansa at his wedding feast. 

(Y/n) and Tyrion had both grown quite close to Sansa, Tyrions new bride.  (Y/n)s temper flared and she lashed out, scolding her nephew,
"And hurt the poor girl even more?She's just lost most if not all of her family, you little....." (Y/n) began, her voice a roar of anger.
Tyrion quietly cut her off by placing his had upon hers before turning to his nephew,
" Sansa is no longer yours to torment." His eyes twinkled with amusement before he added, "Kings are dying like flies." With a sly smile. Joffrey made a small choaking noise as he turned about looking around for support;
he wanted to smite Tyrion for his veiled threat but instead tried to make a show of authority.
"I AM THE KING!!!" he yelled, his voice cracking slightly to his dismay,
"I will punish you Imp!"
Tywin chose this exact moment to make his entrance, striding to his seat at the head of the table before adding his insight,
"No true king should have to declare himself king."
Joffrey grimaced at his grandfather's words and his cheeks began to glow red, his anger building up. He threw out an wounding insult but Tywin didn't give him the satisfaction of a response. He dismissed the small council at once and the group slowly began to dissemble.
Joffrey fled the chamber first,almost in tears.

○●○Gregor hung back for a moment, unable to take his eyes off the young Lannister woman. He remembered her, remembered how she had looked down upon him and had chosen Sandor. Only a matter of time before he would get his revenge●○●

      Keran and Cerci left last, Cerci throwing daggers as Tyrion and (y/n)s audiences had been demanded by Tywin and she was quite jealous. Once the three where alone and the chambers doors had been securely bolted, Tywin began to explain that he had backed Lord Frays actions and betrayal during the Red Wedding.
Though (y/n) was shocked, she could not just sit by and be content with silence any more.
"How could you father? You backed a man who betrayed the guest rights and happily break his oath." Tyrion sat silent, both revolted by the grusemneness of the massacre but also admired his father's strategical battle moves.
Twyin laughed, taking in his children's reactions for a moment before responding to his daughter's fury,
" Explain to me why it is much more noble to kill 10,000 men in a battle than a dozen at dinner?" He let them ponder it over for a while before he explained that his actions had both ended the war and protected his family, his ultimate goal. His face was almost glowing, though (y/n) wondered how he could be so pleased with such a graceless display of betrayal. Family was all yes but what was family when your word meant nothing. Her brother shifted unconsciously in his seat beside her causing her to cast a worried glance in his direction. His face was draped in a veil of fret, the wheels in his head clearly in overdrive.
"The Northerners will never forget." His voice was a murmer as if he had not intended to say the words aloud but Tywin clearly heard the remark as he scoffed," Roose Bolton will be declared warden of the north, that is until yours and Sansas offspring comes of age." He paused, his lips curling up in a sneer as his soft humming began to fill the chamber.
(Y/n) continued to study her brother's face and her heart became heavy as his fret quickly turned to dispare. Tywin crossed the room to the balcony window, stepping out into the late afternoon sunlight. His voice softened by the wind that carried it to them was icy,
"The house that puts family first will always defeat that which puts the whims of its sons and daughters first."
A chuckle slipped from Tyrions lips as he finally roused from the dark cloud that seemed to have loomed overhead. He rose, turning towards the balcony,
"Its easy for you to preach utter devotion to the family when your the one making all the decisions. Give me one example of you making a real sacrifice"
Tywin sharply stepped back into the room, glaring down at his son, his face full of rage. "The day you where born, I wanted to throw you from the tower, drown you, suffocate you but I didnt and do you know why?
It's because your a Lannister." Hecast a quick glance towards (y/n) before looking down at the ground, tears welling in his eyes, "because family means everything."

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Tyrion and (Y/n) had spent much of that night drinking, trying hard to forget about both of their numerous problems. (Y/n) tried to keep the conversation flowing and so pressed her brother about his married life and what it was like for him and Sansa. He was just musing over a recent prank Sansa had unveiled to him that involved dung and a fitted bed when he was rudely interrupted by the door slamming against the wall after being flung open. Before either could react though a slightly tipsy Cerci entered, swaying and stumbling to the empty chair that sat beside their table helping herself to an empty glass as she did. After downing half of it in a large gulp, she proudly announced that she had found a way out of wedding Loras Tyrel. She beemed and almost seemed to be purring. (Y/n) quite drunk already, tried to conceal her laugh as she asked,
"Then it looks like neither will Joffrey and Margarey but we know that father won't let that happen." But Cerci was quick to assure her that her plan had everything covered. She finished off her wine glass before turning to Tyrion and began to lay into him about his marriage,
"Why are you here drinking with your sisters when you should bedding Sansa. Give your wife a child so she can have at least a glimpse of happiness in her horrible life."she then belched and drew silent, drunkenly staring off into space as if her siblings had momentarily  vanished. Tyrion muttered something about crazies, before turning to (Y/n) with his brows knit together in frustration.
"How long must this fighting and these wars go on?" His eyes almost pleading for a gentle answer. 
(Y/n) thought the question over for a moment before replying,
" I suppose until our enemies have all been dealt with but at this rate it seems it will never end." She sighed disheartenedly "Every time we deal with an enemy, we create two more."
Tyrion closed his eyes, taking a long draught from his cup before again looking up at (Y/n) once more.

" Why don't you leave?Go find Sandor and then the two of you can sail off where ever you wish to live a happy life.
" The look of sorrow in his eyes lingered, glistening in the candle light; she knew that he would give anything to be able to do the same. She had known of his lover Shea and how their relationship had affected her younger brother, it was evident that he was madly in love with the girl. If he wasn't a high born though, he would be abourd the ship beside her now not seated across from his sisters or married to a child. (Y/n) wished that she could just throw it all away, follow her brother's advice; it would be like taking her own version of the black but her father's words rang in her head.
"The house that puts the family first will always defeat that who puts the whims or wishes of its sons or daughters first." (Y/n) knew that Tywin had won, she couldn't leave now, not when her family needed her so much.
'One day though',
she swore to herself, 'one day I will cast aside my namesake and find my San' She opened her mouth to speak but was greeted by the snores and slumbering lumps where her siblings laid. She smirked and quickly rose, setting about gathering blankets.

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(Y/n) was seated across from Tommen, her hands and mouth busy as she kneaded pastry dough and explained for the sixteenth time why the beautiful Margery Tyrell would be marrying Joffrey not him.

"But he's already got a wife," he whined, thumping a ball of dough on the table in front of him. " No, Sansa is married to Uncle Tyrion now, that's why Joffrey can marry Margery." She wiped the sweat from her brow, before sitting back and admiring her nephews pastry attempt. A pair of arms suddenly wrapped around her from behind, causing her heart to skip a beat.