Secret Flames (Sandor Clegane)

Chapter 31

"Explain it again," Davos sighed as he scratched his beard in confusion.

"I was sold to those who serve the lord of light, but whilst there I learnt many things. Many people have always questioned over my birth and i think i may now believe the tale told."

"That you are a Targaryen," Jon finished.

"Yes,"

"But how? Who is your father?" Davos questioned.

"I think I may be able to answer that," a new but familiar voice called from the doorway.

"Varys?" Tallulah spoke with a tone for surprise.

"Yes, and it is not a case of who just your father, but also your mother."

"What?" She scoffed. "My mother was a whore from flea bottom, a nobody."

"I'm afraid not sweet child. Did you know that Elia Martell was married to Prince Rhaegar Targaryen before their untimely death."

"Daenerys brother? Yes, but what off it?"

"Now it is well known that the pair had two children, Rhaenys and Aegon. Unfortunately, the two children and their mother were brutally murder by Grehory Clegane during the sack of Kings Landing. What fre knew was that poor Elia was in fact heavily pregnant with another. I sadly found the sweet Martell just before her dying breath. She told me she could feel the child inside her move. She pleaded with me to cut her open and keep her last living child alive."

Varys stopped for a second and shivered as Tallulahs eyes glared towards Clegane and the thought of his brother boiled inside of her.

"What did you do?" Jon asked.

"Despite what many say about me, I am s loyal servant to those who are true. So... i did as asked. I took a blade from sleeves and sliced her belly open to deliver the child myself. Elia died quickly, losing her fight with death, but the child, the pure and browned haired child survived."

"And then?" Davos questioned.

"Well it was clear that Robert had won his war and I knew if he found out about a living Targaryen child he would ordered it killed. So I travelled to flea bottom in the dead of the night, to speak with Anicia Waters."

"My mother," Tallulah whispered.

"Well, not exactly. You see, I had helped the kind Anucia out with some problems she was having with a certain Lord from the South, and I asked her to return my many favours. I refused to tell her who the child was or where she had come from, but asked her to take it as her own. And so she did, naming the child after her own grandmother,"

"Tallulah," she whispered.

"Yes, you see sweet child, you are actually of very high birth and not a bastard at all."

The entire room fell silent as the word sank in. Tallulah could hardly believe it. The woman that had raised her, kept her safe and nurtered her was not her true mother. She had had a brother and sister, none of it seemed possible. The more and more she thought about it, she began to feel though the room was spinning and she feared she would pass out.

"I need some air," was all she could muster before she quickly ran out of the room.

"The child has been through a lot and now to hear this. I am sure she will be fine with time." Varys smiled softly.

"How did she end up here, with men of her own and loyal to this dragon woman," Sandor asked with a grumble.

"I fear the details are sparse and not even I or my little birds could follow her to the distant lands. The men that follow her call her The Secret Flame, The Heart of Fire and the Princesses Who Was Promised."

"The princess. I have heard the tale, but thought it was prince." Jon added.

"The true prophecy said no specific sex. From what I have hear she can control flames and set the army of the fiery hands free from their masters."

"I'm going to find her," sandor grunted.

"You know this lass?" Davos asked.

"Aye, something like that."

Tallulah had run to the beach, in need of the fresh sea air to wipe her tormented mind clear. It didn't take Sandor long to find her.

"You had no idea?" Sandor called out as he walked up the damp sandy beach.

"None," she sighed without turning her glaze from the ocean ahead.

"Aye, why would you. Are you alright?"

Sandor had reached her now and carefully put a hand on her shoulder. She felt different though, her skin warmer than normal.

"You still care, after all this time?" She smiled and placed a hand on top of his.

"Never stopped."

"And now you fight for the north and I my dragon queen."

"Why?" He sighed. "Why pledge your loyalty to her."

"Because I wanted to survive. I met a man on my travels. He told me that the wolf need the help of a dragon. That one could not survive without the other. I thought of Arya and knew conrad to do whatever I had to to return home."

"I thought she was with you."

"She was... for a time. But i believe her to be back in her homeland. I need to find her, but a part of me now feels that this wolf is not our Arya, but one Jon Snow. Tell me, is it true, this story of the dead?"

"Aye,"

"Then we must make her believe."

A.N - apologies for the massive delay but this Tory is 100% back on track. I'm also working on a story with Hi-Carl-394, it's about jurgen (from jumanji which was portrayed by our friend the hound). I'm super excited about it, it's called brutal love so make sure to check it out in my stories. Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and lots of drama to follow. X