Bride To Be // Sandor Clegane

60. Sparrow

The septa was back. She led Margaery out of the cells the sounds of her chains clinking as she pushed her forward the light stung her eyes for she had been a dark cell for too long as she approached the high sparrow. The septa pushed her to her knees before him

'If I would let you leave right now where would you go?' He asked 'what would you seek out?'

'I would go see my brother my husband to my family.' Margaery answered, Margaery was now glad that thea was nowhere enar the captiol. This palce was posion and thea would surely be thrown in a cell as well.

'Of course but for you That means seeking out money finery,' he told her 'power seeking out your family means seeking out sin. Now I'm not blaming you I sought those things out to, to the exclusion of all else. My father was a cobbler he died when I was younger and I took over his shop.' The sparrow went on.

'he was a simple man and he made simple shoes but I found that the more work I put into my shoes the more people wanted them. They were fine mother orientation detailing in time. Time most of all. Dozens of hours spent on a single person.' The sparrow told her.

'Quality takes time.' she told him

'Yes I imagine you've worn a year in someone's life on your back. i'd like to cover their feet with my time and they paid well for the privilege and I use their money to buy a taste of their lives for myself. Each time I indulged I felt myself ascending to something better' the sparrow admitted.

'And one day you walk through a graveyard and realized it was all for nothing and set out on a path of righteousness, look at the strangers versus 25.' Margaery told him

'You know the seven pointed star.'

'The scepter reads it to me, at me.' she corrected

'Yes yes she does enjoy reading at people,' he agreed. 'You're close but it wasn't a graveyard.' he told her 'it was a feast I bought old fine Wine and young pretty girls invited my friends to come share at all. We passed around the wine we passed around the women and soon we fell into a stupor. I woke before dawn barely stand everyone else was asleep on the couches around the floor lying and heaps next to divine clothes... the truth of their bodies laid bare. I could smell them beneath the incest in the perfume in the fine Food artistry return that had all the started to turn. I saw it with perfect clarity. I saw what my symptoms were.' He told her honestly.

'I had the wine I drink the women I used my ceaseless struggle to maintain my position. It's all part of the story.' he told her 'the story I was telling myself about who I was. A collection of lies that would disappear in the light people I was trying to climb away from. The beggars in the street the poor they were closer to the truth than I ever was.'

'So what did you do?' Margaery questioned

'I left to go find them. I didn't even put on my shoes. I walked out the door and never went back,' he told her and Margaery thought it through. 'Come let's go and see him.' he said offered her head

'Who?'

'Your brother.'

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The door slammed and locked closed behind her as she looked down at her brother

'Loras?' He looked like he's barely alive but his eyes opened at the sound of his sister's voice. 'Loras,' she whispered crouching down before him he startled at her touch. He shook in her arms. 'listen to me you need to say stay strong.' she told him

'I can't stay strong.' he told her 'I never was strong not like you and Thea.' He whimpered into her.

'You are strong you are the future of our house the future of our family.'