Bride To Be // Sandor Clegane

53. Could be food

'Could be food.' Arya said hopefully.

'could be soldiers.' Sandor countered.

'Could be food.' Thea agreed. 'lets go.' But it wasn't. One dying man sat in front of them, asked for drink

'dying is thirsty work.' The man said looking to their water pouch. sandor gave him some before killing him quickly, mercy kill.

'that's how you kill a man.' Sandor said putting his sword away, but a man jumped on his back and bit him, taking a chuck out of his flesh. sandor knocked him down killing him, Thea and arya stood frozen it had happened so fast. Sandor put a hand to his wound and turned to the next man. 'what the fuck are you doing?' he spat

'there is a price on your head.' The man admitted.

'that's what the king does when you tell him to fuck of.' Sandor muttered Thea moved forward to sandor, he bent over and let her examine his wound. Deep. Painful.

'Ouch.' She said her fingers grazing along the outside of the wound.

'the kings dead. He drank poison wine at his own wedding.' The man informed sandor. 'the bounty on you is for killing Lannister soldiers. 100 silver.' The man admitted.

'and you thought you were going to collect it?' sandor asked. 'you didn't think very hard did ya?'

'you were Yorens prisoner when he was taking me to the wall. He told me he would fuck me bloody with a stick!' arya told them and Arya wanted the man dead.

'this day is really not working out the way you planned... is he on your little list?' sandor questioned.

'he cant be. I don't know his name.'

'Whats your name?' sandor asked.

'Rogue.' He said.

'thank you.' Arya let needle fly stabbing and killing the man.

'you're learning.' Sandor said as arya wiped her blade on the dead body.

+

"Father, I wish to confess. I wish to confess!' Tyrion declared.

'You wish to confess?" Tywin looked pleased as he leaned forward in the Iron Throne. Tyrion turned to the crowd.

"I saved you. I saved this city. All your worthless lives. I should have let Stannis kill you all." Everyone watching happily turned angry, yelling and shouting in outrage.

"Tyrion, do you wish to confess?" Tywin said loudly to get the crowd to quiet down and get his sons attention. Tyrion's eyes landed on his Shae.

"Yes, father. I'm guilty. Guilty. Is that what you want to hear?"

"You admit you poisoned the king?"

"No. Of that, I'm innocent. I'm guilty of a far more monstrous crime. I'm guilty of being a dwarf." Tyrion informed him. Tywin scoffed.

"You are not on trial for being a dwarf." Tywin reminded him.

"Oh, yes I am. I've been on trial for that my entire life."

"Have you nothing to say in your defense?"

"Nothing but this... I did not do it." He then turned to Cersei, his anger bursting out of him, "I did not kill Joffrey, but I wish that I had! Watching your vicious bastard die gave me more relief than a thousand lying whores!" Tyrion then turned to the crowd his eyes ablaze with anger, "I wish I was the monster you think I am! I wish I had enough poison for the whole pack of you! I would gladly give my life to watch you all swallow it!" his audience started shouting again.