Boys Like You / Tyrion Lannister

35. Quarter Man

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'When we were young my father couldn't even tell us apart... I didn't understand why he let jaime fight and not me.' cersei went on.

Rieka yawned bored out of her mind. While the good proper women prayed, Cersei drank and drank getting drunker by the minute. Rieka poured herself another glass. The flock of noble woman sat praying with sansa while cersei drank bored out of her mind. She looked to Rieka, and she offered her a half smile.

'I wanted to fight with sword and lance but instead I was taught to smile and say please and he was the heir to Castlery rock and I was sold to some stranger like a horse to be ridden whenever he desired...' cersei went on bitterly.

'You were Roberts queen.' Sansa told her

'And you will be Joffrey's...' cersei told her. 'enjoy...' Cersei added with a chuckle. 'Rieka...' 

'Cersei,' she offered her best smile. 'You need a refill? I do.' Rieka said pouring them both another glass. 'Look at them, so perfect, praying...' Rieka chuckled. 'the Gods don't give a damn about us.''

'Agreed.' Cersei clinked glasses with Rieka's.

'If they did women would be in charge and men would constantly be at our feet, begging to please us in every way.'' Rieka went on. 

'Agreed.' Cersei said taking another sip.

'we wouldn't have to do as the man says, we wouldn't be forced to marry cunts like Robert.' Rieka encouraged.

"AGREED!" Cersei declared blissfully buzzed.

'Fuck men, all of them.' Rieka declared. 'they don't understand the world, they don't understand women, why should they get a say in how the world works!' 

'AGREED!' Cersei declared and the both of them were laughing giddy. 'Fuck kings, we need Queens!" Cersei told her.

'Fuck kings.' Rieka agreed drunkenly. 'to the queen.'

'To the queen.' Cersei agreed, her head held high.

'Hound, tell the hand that the king has asked him a question!' Joffrey sneered. Sandor rolled his eyes but obeyed like a good dog.

'The King has asked you a question.' he said in dull tone of voice

'Tell the King that the hand of the King is too busy to tell him of every decision he makes.' Tyrion retorted. He nodded to Lancel.

'The hand of the King wishes to tell you-' Lancel began.

'If I tell you to cut him in half-' Joffrey began

'That would make me the quarter man.' Tyrion told him 'it doesn't have the same ring to it.' Joffrey didn't approve of his uncles teasing. 'chop me in half and I won't be able to lead our fleet no signal no plan and Stannis Baratheon takes the city and the iron Throne put your pinch little head up on the gate somewhere might be quite amusing except my head will be up there too. I like my head I don't think that I want to see it up there just yet.' Tyrion informed him.

Tyrion sent the signal and Bronn shot out a flaming arrow into the water it soared through the air as Stannis and his army watched it land the water, the water turned green exploding the boats around it a green haze of fire irrupted it. Consuming them. 

'Get the king back to his room.' Cersei demanded.

'the kings presence is good for moral, your grace.'

'GET THE KING BACK TO HIS ROOM!' cersei demanded.

Rieka watched cersei and leave Rieka sobered up pulling Sansa along with her. Walking out of the room with grace and elegance she moved back to her room and saw fire raging outside her balcony. 

'He is a serious man Stannis Baratheon.'

'They are coming ashore.' Joffrey noted

'Rain fire on them.' Tyrion declared. One by one Tyrion sent the men off their positions and jobs assigned

'If there's any of those flaming fucking arrows come near me I'm gonna strangle you with your own guts.' Sandor warned one of the archers. Tyrion stayed up top watching as his plan was working, they were going to win the war and it was all thanks to him. A burning man on fire came charging at Sandor and he stood frozen as well. His fear paralyzed him. sandor pushed away from the fire dazed and angry.

'Someone bring me a drink.' Sandor said stepping away from the water, towards the wall. He spit it out 'fuck the water bring me wine!' he demanded taking a long chug.

'Can I get you some iced milk and some raspberries?' Tyrion questioned as Sandor got farther and farther away from the fighting.

'Eat balls.' Sandor told him bluntly

'You're on the wrong side of the wall.' Tyrion told him

'I lost half my man the black water is on fire.'

'Dog I command you to go back out there and fight.' Joffrey yelled outraged.

'You are kings guard,' Tyrion reminded him 'you must beat them back... where you are going... take the city. Your kings city!' Tyrion told him

'Fuck the kings guard. Fuck the city. Fuck the king.' Sandor spat marching away, he was done with kings landing.

"Come on Rieka, stop dilly dallying!" Sansa demanded pulling her along. 

Sansa ran back to her room sealing the door shut only to see Sandor sitting in her room she nearly jumped out of her skin. RIeka again really needed a weapon she grabbed a candlestick and held it up lie a bat. 

'I'm not going to hurt you.' Sandor told them.

'what are you doing here?' Screams could be heard outside the window.

'Don't panic.' Sandor told sansa

'What are you doing here?' sansa questioned nervously

'I'm not here for long, I'm going.' Sandor told them. Rieka put down the candlestick.

'Where?'' She questioned stepping closer. 

'Someplace that isn't burning he told them. North might be, could be.' he remarked. 

"You would take us home?" Rieka really did consider it but what about Tyrion? What about Robb! 

'What about the king?' Sansa stammered.

'Fuck the king.' Sandor spat. 'The king can die just fine on his own,' he informed her as he took a long sip. 'I could take you both with me take you to Winterfell. I'll keep you safe,' he told her 'do you want to go home?' but sansa hesitated. Sandor looked to Rieka and she hesitated too doing a little back and forth in her mind, RObb, Robb, she had to go home to Robb, say yes! Damnit say yes. But Robb wasnt home, home wasnt home.

'I'll be safe here Stannis won't hurt me.' Sansa said. Sandor took a step forward and she flinched back. Rieka's gaze shifted from the floor to the window past Sandor and moved past him, her arm brushing his as she moved looking at the flames. 

'Look at me,' Sandor told her and Sansa's eyes moved up to him. 'Stannis is a killer the Lannister's are killers your father was a killer your brother is A Killer your sons will be killer someday. The world is built by killers so you better get used to looking at them,' he said staring down at her.

'Stanis won't hurt me.' Sansa told him again 'You won't hurt me either,' Sansa said hopefully looking to Sandor.

'No little bird I won't hurt you,' sandor agreed. "Rieka..." 

"Take care Sandor." Rieka remarked. 

"You too little wolf."