Bride To Be // Sandor Clegane

18. Better days

'Tyrion...' Bronn hissed 'Tyrion... Tyrion!' he said again, Bronn tapped Tyrion's foot with his own, Standing up Tyrion looked around finally seeing what Bronn saw nervously he stood behind Bronn, the men getting closer.

'Come share our fire, help yourselves to our meat.' Tyrion suggested

'When you meet your gods tell them that Shagga son of the dolf of the storm crow sent you.' The man said.

'I am Tyrion son of Tywin of clan Lannister.' Tyrion informed them.

'How would you like to die Tyrion son of Tywin?' The man asked

'In my own bed at the age of 80 with a belly full of wine and a womans mouth around my cock.' Tyrion informed him and the man started laughing.

'take the half man.' he said 'he can dance for the children, kill the other one.' they charged forward Bronn held out his second dagger, he survived Catelyn and her psycho sister just to be killed by Shagga and the forest people.

'No no no.' Tyrion pleaded. 'my house is rich and powerful if you see us through these mountains my father will shower you with gold.'

'We have no use for a half man's promises.' shagga said

'Half men maybe but at least I have the courage to face my enemies or what do the stone crows do? hide behind rocks? shiver when the knights of the vale ride by? Those the best weapons you could steal? Good enough for killing sheep but sheep don't fight back.' Tyrion told him Shagga swiped his blade at Tyrion nicking his cheek, he brought a hand to his cheek drawing back blood.

'Do you think you can win us over with your trinkets?' shagga questioned.

'That trinket is worth more than everything your tribe has ever earned.' Shagga put on the lion ring silver and beautiful and large. 'I will not give you trinkets I will give you this.' He gestured around them.

'What is this?' Shagga questioned mimicking Tyrion.

'The veil of Aryn.' Tyrion told him 'the lords of the veil have always spat upon the village tribes the lords of the veil want me dead I believe it is time for new lords of the veil.' so together they walked a force to be reckoned with when they saw the Lannister red tents below. They had made it.

'From here it might be best if Bronn, and I go alone to meet my father.' tyrion told him

''What is best for Tyrion son of Tywin but not best for me.' shagga said 'if the half men betrays us shagga son of Dolph will cut off his manhood and-'

'Feed it to the goats yes.' Tyrion finished 'all right then time to meet my father.'

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'Do you deny your father's crime?" Petyr questioned.

"No, My Lords. We know he must be punished. All I ask is mercy. I know my Lord Father must regret what he did. He was King Robert's friend and he loved him. You all know he loved him. He never wanted to be Hand until the King asked him. They must have lied to him, Lord Renly or Lord Stannis or somebody. They must have lied!" Sansa spoke truthfully and honestly, begging for her father.

"He said I wasn't the King. Why did he say that?"

"He was badly hurt. Maester Pycelle was giving him milk of the poppy. He wasn't himself. Otherwise he never would have said it." Sansa pleaded.

"A child's faith. Such sweet innocence. And yet they say wisdom oft comes from the mouths of babes." Varys said solemnly.

"Treason is treason!" pycelle declared.