The Hound, the Imp and the Cripple // Tyrion Lannister

Why wasnt it you

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In the morning everyone was gathered for breakfast, jon and kitty included. But that was only because Robert requested kitty's presence. Sandor was sent to fetch them. They were in the gardens as they did most mornings eating together when sandor told them the king wished to eat with them.

'are you sure, sandor?' kitty asked as they walked.

'aye, that's what he said. Get the cat and the bastard.' Sandor grumbled.

'did he say why?' jon asked very confused on why his presence would be requested as well.

'do I look like a messanger?' sandor asked harshly.

'no.' jon said slowly as they neared the banquet hall. Jon and kitty shared a worried glance as they got closer but put on their brave faces when sandor pushed the doors open for them.

"There you are!' Robert said happily when kitty and jon walked in to join them for breakfast. Sandor moved back to his spot behind the prince after escorting kitty to the table. She thanked him with a small smile before taking her seat. No one ever thanked him...

'I didnt see you last night sweetie' king Robert said through a mouth full of food.

'She wasnt feeling well your grace' Catelyn interrupted.

'Well you look alright now. No?' Robert questioned over his glass, looking kitty up and down.

'Yes your grace i feel much better. Thank you.' She smiled across at tyrion. He had yet taken his eyes off her since she walked in the room. How someone with one leg could walk with such grace and elegance was beyond him.

'Ready for that hunt your grace?' Ned said as he entered the room. Ned came up behind kitty and kissed the top of her head. 'hello my love.' Ned said with a smile before Robert stood up and sauntered over to him. Catelyn tried her best not to scoff. The king wanted Katarina here and now he was leaving.

'I will see you soon little one.' Robert said patting kittys head as he left with her father and ser jaime. Cersei watched her brother go longingly. To anyone else it would seem as though she was pinning after the king. Her husband.

Sansa was displeased that the king was showing such interest in kitty. Even though she was to be married to joffery once she bled the king was already treating kitty as though she was to be his daughter and not sansa. She scoffed at their interaction and it did not go unnoticed by kitty but she kept her face neutral focusing on the fruit in front of her. kitty couldn't remember the last time she ate a full meal in here with her family.

'I have a cat.' Tommen said sweetly.

'is that so?' kitty asked. ' I have always wanted a cat but it seems it is just too cold in winterfell...' she noticed the queens glare and became nervous. 'what is your cats name?'

'ser pounce.' He said proudly.

'that is a wonderful name.' kitty said with a smile.

'Its too bad,' joffery spoke up interrupting their conversation. All eyes moved to the prince.

'Whats that my sweet boy' cersei said smiling over at her son.

'Shes the cripple no?' Jon clenched his fist kitty put a hand over his trying to calm him. She was a master at faking a smile. Jon needed work to control his anger.

'Yes thats right.' Kitty spoke softly. Tyrion sat across from her and watched her curiously.

'Your face is rather pretty' joffery went on. Sansa hated this immensely. How could he the prince call her deformed sister pretty. 'Too bad you are deformed, mutated, a bastard in your own right.' Joffery was a cruel boy but his mother only smiled slyly over her cup. Kittys smile faltered for only a moment for it took alot of strength to try and keep jon in his seat.