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Elaena and Daenerys were sitting on their respective thrones. Missandei and Samara stood behind them, while Ser Barristean, Cadal and Grey Worm stood by their side, as their protection.

The Sorceress knew her best friend would not hesitate to strike Ser Jorah down with the flick of her fingers, when it came to her children, she would burn the entire world down for them if she must, as another mother would do to keep their children safe.She wanted nothing more than to see Elaena kill the traitor himself, but then again she didn't want her losing control of her powers again.

Ser Jorah made his way into the throne room, followed by Andros and Jolothan. As he was about to make his way towards his Khaelssi, Ser Barristean and Grey Worm stood in front of Daenerys, blocking him from passing.

Ser Jorah took a step back, in defeat, with his hands folded behind his back.

Daenerys cleared her throat. " Why did the Ursupter pardon you?"

" Your Grace, may we please speak in private." Jorah asked.

" Your Queen just asked you a question." Elaena hissed. " Answer the question, Ser Jorah?"

Jorah turned to the young Ice Queen glaring at her, knowing she was responsible for turning his Khalessi away, the minute she joined them in Yunkai she had done nothing but make a mess of things.

Elaena returned his gaze, staring down at him coldly, her eyes flashed an icy blue color. She gripped the armbands of her throne, attempting to control her rage.

Frightened, the Knight turned his gaze back to his Khaelessi knowing it wouldn't be wise to piss the Ice Queen often more than he already has.

" Who do you think sent this to Meereen?" Jorah said. "Who profits from this, this is the work of Tywin Lannister, he wants to divide all of us"

" If we're fighting each other, we're not fighting him." He added.

Daenerys ignored his words. " The pardon was signed the year we met, but was then revoked by Joffrey Baratheon."

" A new pardon was signed this year, by Tywin Lannister. " She continued. " Why were you parodied, unless you're saying this document was forged."

Jorah glanced up at his queen, tearfully. " It is not forged."

" Why, then." The Dragon Queen demanded.

" I sent letters to Varys, the Spymaster of King's Landing." The Knight responded.

" And, what was the content of this letters?" Elaena asked.

Jorah lowered his eyes to the ground. "Information."

" What information?" Daenerys inquired, gazing at the old Knight intensely.

Jorah cleared his throat and spoke. " When you and Viserys arrived in Pentos, his plan to marry you to Khal Drogo. When you were married, when your brother died — everything."

Daenerys's eyes began to well with tears. "Did you tell them I was carrying the twins?"

" Khaleesi, I..." The Knight was about to say, but was cut off by her.

" Don't call me that." Daenerys snarled. " Did you tell them I was carrying Rhaego and Rhaella!?"

Jorah nodded. " Yes."

Daenerys stood up from her seat, and made her way towards him. " That wine merchant tried to poison me because of your information."

" I stopped you from drinking his wine." Jorah defended.

" Because you knew it was poisoned." The young Dragon Queen hissed.

" I suspected..." The Knight mumbled.

" You betrayed me from the very beginning." Daenerys whispered. " And, you betrayed my niece, you attempted to kidnap my grandnephews and niece away from Meereen."

" I was only trying to protect you Khaleesi, and the twins." Jorah cried out. " Tywin Lannister would've killed you all, if I didn't go through with his demands."

" They're children!" Daenerys yelled. " Most importantly, my family, my blood."

" They are Lion spawns, not Dragons." Jorah barked. " If anyone is the traitor here it's your niece here, she's married to the Kingslayer, the man who murdered your father!"

" If it was the other way around, she would sell you and the twins out in a split second if it meant protecting her own cubs." He added.

Elaena stood up from her seat, her eyes widened in anger. " How dare you!" She yelled,

"Yes, I dare! You think you're oh-,so-honorable? Hear this, Your Grace; Honor is protecting your own. It's just as your husband's wretched family said — everyone who isn't us is an enemy."

"Then you're not 'us' anymore." Deanerys deadpanned. "You were never to begin with."

Jorah tried to step away, but a hand grabbed him, and pushed him towards the ground.

"So you don't deny anything at all?"

"I don't; I never lie.*

"Good."

"Tywin Lannister wanted his grandchildren by his side, is there anything wrong with that?"

"Tywin Lannister is an enemy!", Elaena exclaimed, strong.

"And you are my enemy, Elaena Targaryen! Everywhere you go, plagues happen. Everyone wants you dead and honestly I can't blame them! No one wants a freak like you, or your spawns."

Elaena glared at the knight coldly. " You would do well to mind your tongue, Ser."

Jorah scoffed. " Or what, you're going to turn me into an ice sculpture."

" Go ahead and do it, that will just prove my point." He added. " You're nothing without your powers, just a scared little girl pretending to be brave.

The young Ice Dragon chuckled. " And, you're nothing but a traitor, you never loved Daenerys, you were just trying to fill a void that your wife left in your heart after she discarded you."

Jorah growled, pulling on his chains nearly wanting to snap at her. " You know nothing about our relationship."

Daenerys glared at the offending traitor coldly. " There has never been us."

The Bear Knight gazed at his Khaleesi softly. " I have loved you since the start, Khaelssi."

" How can you say those words to me!" The young Dragon cried out. " You betrayed me, you put my children in harm's way."

Jorah stared up at his Khaelssi tearfully, trying to reach out to her.. " Please, Dany."

"A Queen should not touch traitors.", Daenerys responded.

"Ser Jonthar, take this traitor back to the cells." Elaena ordered, gazing at the Knight coldly.

" And whip him 'till his back bleeds." Daenerys added.

"Khaleissei—"

Jolothan lead Jorah away, returning him to his cells, ignoring his cries of protests.

"Court adjourned."

Daenerys turned to her niece. " Have you heard back from any of your contacts in Westeros?"

" Yes, I have written to a few houses stationed in the Riverlands, and the eastern region and Sansa has contacted Myrcella in Dorne." Elaena answered.

" House Dayne and House Arryn have offered us their full support." She added. " But, in return Lady Lysa wishes for a marriage alliance with one of our daughters for her son Robin."

Daenerys scoffed. " Our daughters have yet to speak, and that damn swordfish demands we sell one of our daughters off like a common whore."

" Robin Arryn is a boy of twelve." Ser Barristean spoke up. " Princess Rhaella and Princess Naelasella are still infants, they have not even begun teething yet."

"Which I just said. How dare she —", Elaena paused, recalling her own marriage.

Samara turned to her best friend. " What of House Dayne, what does Lord Dayne require of us."

" A marriage match as well, but with one of our sons for his daughter, the lovely Lady Zoryana, she is a girl of two the same age as Rhaella." She answered.

Daenerys shook her head. " I will not bargain our children off as some weapons." We will find support elsewhere."

Elaena nodded. " I have received a letter from Emperor Zalman, the emperor of Yi Ti."

Daenerys smiled. "What about him? Let me guess; another marriage match?"

"You're lucky that it isn't the case. Apparently, he's tried to open trade with the Kingdom of the Tides but their monarchy, or rather Queen Athalia has not responded. Now he wishes to seek me as an ambassador to soothe tesions", Elaena explained, then frowned. "Oh dear, I misspoke."

Daenerys gently took the letter and sighed. "I can see why."

"Rhaego and Rhaella need a bit of fatherly touch, given the disappointment that was the traitor knight." Daenerys huffed. "Besides, they have more gold than the Lannisters can offer."

" We need this alliance, Elaena." She added. " I know you said you would never marry again; but perhaps you could put your feelings aside?"

The Ice Dragon sighed. " As much as I would love to divorce Jaime; I am afraid the High Septon won't agree to my request, not when Tywin is still in power. Not to mention the custody battle that will ensue."

"That doesn't make sense, niece." Daenerys protested. "You are the mother of those three, why do the lion scum have a say in this?"

"Because Jaime is their father and I'm married to him; they are of his blood and it takes two to tango ."

" He is a useless excuse for a father." Cadal hissed out. " That damn demon golden lion has no right to know the Princes and Princess."

"I could marry him in your place, Elaena." Daenerys offered. "My situation is not as complicated as yours."

" No, you can't." The young Ice Dragon argued. " I won't let you suffer once more because of me."

"It is my choice, El." pressed Daenerys. "Besides, that man needs heirs. Perhaps Rhaella can fill those shoes. Yi To never shied away from their share of empresses."

"But—"

" We need Yi Ti as an ally anyway, the Pretender has been gaining rapid support from many houses in Westeros, especially from House Greyjoy and House Martell." Ser Barristean spoke up.

" Rumor has it, King Baelon Greayjoy plans to marry his daughter Yara to the boy in hopes of reclaiming the iron throne in his name.

Cadal laughed like a madman . "Yara? Seriously?" Pfft!"

" She's an ugly brute." Andros added with a chuckle.

"Wait, did you say House Martell?", Elaena noted. "Why would they ally with those mummers?"

" The pretender has done a good fine job at making the Martells think he and his sister Manaerys are their niece and nephew

"And Myrcella?"

"She is still in King's Landing at the moment as an adviser to the new king, Tommen. By the way, Shirren Baratheon is to be his queen in two years' time."

Daenerys gripped her throne chair tightly, anger rising in her eyes. " We need to get back to Westeros as soon as possible, before those damn pretenders steal our thrones and turn the entire Seven Kingdoms from us."

"Dany, Tommen is a good kid, Lannister or not. I was friends with him when I was still Lyarra Stark."

" He is a bastard." She cursed out. " He is the Kingslayer's son, the man who murdered my father and didn't protect my mother, and let Elia Martell die!".

"He's only a boy , trying his best to rule. " Ser Barristean defended. " Jaime is a good man, I'm sure he tried his very best to save Princess Elia and her children. Unfortunately, Gregor Clegane got to them first and now he rots in the deepest of the seven hells."

Elaena scoffed. " He pushed my brother off a tower and made him a cripple. He has no honor in him, all he cares about is Cersei."

" He doesn't even care about Tommen or Mrycella; let alone my children." She added. " Perhaps,he is the one who ordered those Lannisters guards to kill me; maybe that was his way of getting rid of me once and for all!"

"Hurting people is Tywin's forte, not Jaime's." Ser Barristan added somberly. "He was always a conflicted lad even when he had me and Arthur Dayne as mentors."

" He hurt me!" Elaena cried out, tears welling in her eyes. " He dishonored me, deserted me, hurt the people I loved the most."

" He is not the man you once knew, Ser Barristean." Daenerys added, gazing at her niece in pity.

"Perhaps he isn't... perhaps he isn't.", Ser Barristam replied and left the two dragons to think. He needed a moment to himself.

" He is a damn demon just like his father, should've killed him when I had the chance." Samara spoke up. Maybe, I still can; Jaqen does owe me another favor.

" Maybe, we still can find a way for you to be separate from the Kingslayer." Daenerys spoke up.

"That's not possible ." Elaena explained. "Westerosi marriages are recognized by the Eassosi laws. I would be flogged for adultery."

" Not even by death." Daenerys asked.

" Only death will end a match, Dany." answered, Elaena.

" We could send someone to dispose of the Kingslayer, if you wish it; your Grace." Cadal suggested.

"No!" Elaena shouted. "Death is too quickly a penalty for him. I wish for him to suffer, just as I have." No, not my Jaime... my golden Lion how I miss you." She thought

" Death is far too easy for him." Samara mumbled, rethinking her methods.

" What about Cersei Lannister?" Daenerys asked. "She is her father's daughter, maybe she's the reason why you are so miserable now. The way I see it, she's the type of person who wishes to hide her treasures in the deepest parts of her castle."

" I say we get rid of The Lioness as soon as possible, before she attempts to try to kill you and the triplets again." Samara advised.

Daenerys nodded in agreement. " She is far too dangerous to be left alone; it's a matter of time before she starts to plot against us."

"One more thug , Your Majesties." Cadal interrupted. "Cersei Lannister is no longer the Queen Regent, instead the king has confined her to her personal quarters. Talk about house arrest, ha!"

Elaena's eyes gleamed with supruised. " Really, I didn't think Tommen had it in him?"

"Huh, the lion cub grew a spine.", Daenerys praised, however resentfully.

" The Lioness in chains, how befitting for her." She chuckled.

Cadal smirked. " Still, we should make plans to dispose of her soon, it's only a matter time before this vengeful whore strikes."

"If she can even strike." Daenerys deadpanned. "when her claws are reduced to paws."

" Should we begin the preparations, your Graces?" Andros asked.

The Dragon Queen held her hand up, halting them for a moment. " Not yet, a wise man once told me ' you'll know when to strike your enemy and I have a great feeling that moment will come soon.'

" The Lion Cub is taking care of Cersei well at the moment." Missaendi spoke up. "Well done, I must say."

" I believe we should be focusing on how to handle the Pretenders." Andros spoke up. " The more we leave them alone, the more dangerous they become."

A random guard entered the scene, with Arya tailing him. "Uh, what did I just hear? Pretenders in Dorne?"

" Little she-wolf, how long have you been standing there?" Elaena asked.

" Long enough to know something is going on." Arya answered, crossing her arms over her chest.

Daenerys turned her attention towards the soldier beside the young Stark not recognizing him. " You, what's your name?"

Jaqen lifted his gaze up at the Dragon Queen, clearing his throat as he spoke. " I am Jaqen from New Ghis; a new recruitment for Ghiscari soldiers."

" Hmm, I never saw you before our ranks." The young Queen questioned. " Remind me, Ser Cadal, have you seen this man before?"

Cadal turned towards the Dragon Queen and nodded. " Yes, your Grace I have. He is a new recruit as he has mentioned, Jolothan has been searching for new recruits for him, the Ghiscari."

Samara glanced at Jaqen wondering what he was up to; he had sworn to her he wasn't here to kill anyone only for a prize. The Faceless Man of Braavos desired an object that could only be found in Meereen.

" What was so important that the Many Faced God would send one of his servants across the continent for an object." She wondered.

She wanted nothing more than to tell Elaena the truth about his real identity, but held back from doing so not knowing how she would react. Jaqen was a good soldier to have by their side and was quite the protective bodyguard for Arya.

The Sorceress didn't see the harm in having a faceless man around, especially one she knew and trusted. She could only hope Jaqen was true to his intentions. " Faceless man only know death, never trust one." Fuytuski's words echoed in her mind.

" He's my friend, not a spy!" Arya exclaimed.

" A girl should not get upset." Jaqen said, placing a comforting hand on her back.

Daenerys nodded. " Very well, I was just checking to see; my apologies, Arya."

Arya turned towards her sister, gazing at her questionably. " Back to the Pretenders, how is this Young Griff and why is he calling himself a Targaryen."

" I don't know, Arya." The Ice Dragon answered. " All we know is that he has proclaimed that he is Aegon Targaryen, the son of Elia Martell and Rhaegar Targaryen and that he is the rightful heir to the Iron Throne..

" And, he has written to us demanding we accept his claim and be his wives, queens."

Arya blinked her eyes in confusion. " Tywin Lannister butchered young Aegon and Rhaenys, father told me the story of how Lannister soldiers wrap their corpses in a red cape in front of the Iron Throne."

" How could this young Griff be the Prince unless Lord Tywin butchered the wrong babies."

" He is not a Targaryen, he is a Blackfyre." Daenerys hissed. " A falsely claimed dragon hiding beneath his own stained disgrace of a house."

" It was well known that House Blackfyre went extinct after the second Blackfyre rebellion, but it seems some of them survived and went into hiding." Missandei spoke up.

" It doesn't matter, they are of no importance to us." The Dragon Queen said.

" They have Dragons like us, I heard." The young She-Wolf said. " And, I just learnt from Sansa that the Martells have ally themselves with these pretenders as well as other minor houses."

" I believe the Pretender has three dragons, two belonging to his sister Maenarys and brother Aaraon. " Andros spoke up.

" Small dragons the size of a small boat, we have 8 dragons that are adult sized." Cadal said.

" Are we going to war with them?" spoke, Arya.

Elaena shook her head. " Well, we hope it won't have to come to that."

" If it does, we will eliminate them before they reach Westeros." Daenerys threatened. " I have waited 17 years to go home and now that I am almost there I won't let a bunch of Pretenders stand in the way of that."

" If the Dragons must dance again then we will dance until the final." She added. " I just hope the boy is smart enough to accept our terms and accept defeat."

Daenerys got up from her throne and walked out of the throne room, Missandei and Greyworm followed after him leaving Elaena to her talk with Arya.

" So, there's going to be another war we have to fight?" Arya asked, hoping it was just a ruse.

After the death of her father, mother and Robb she was tired of fighting and losing the people she loved the most. If another war broke out, especially one between Dragons, she knew blood would spill.

She was starting to feel at home in Meereen and didn't want to lose another home at the hands of a bloody war. Losing Winterfell was hard enough, but losing her family, Dreamfyre and Nymeria would be ten times worse.

" No, I will make sure it doesn't come to that." Elaena responded. " There will not be another Dance of Dragons; not on my watch."

" How do you know that, Elaena?" She asked. " Do you honestly think Griff is going to surrender the Iron Throne to Daenerys that easily?"

" And, what about the North?" Arya questioned. " He's not going let us be independent, not unless you marry him, which you can't see as you're still bonded to the kingslayer."

" We will take care of it." Samara spoke up. " There will be no war, not if I can help it."

" Again, Samara, we are not using dark magic."

The Sorceress rolled her eyes. " It's not dark magic more like a curse and it would be much more sensible to take care of them rather than later.

Cadal nodded in agreement. " I agree, the more we wait the more dangerous it will become for all of us, especially you, your Grace."

" I am not Cersei Lannister 2.0!" The Ice Queen exclaimed. " We will wait to hear their response if they decide to surrender then we will show mercy. If not , then we will take it from there."

Arya nodded. " Father always said sometimes battle doesn't need to be won with a sword, only words. "

" Sometimes words don't always win over people." Cadal spoke up. " I doubt they will consider your terms; your Grace."

" Time will tell." Dansielle mumbled.

Elaena nodded, turning to her sister gazing at her slowly . "Everything will be fine, little she-wolf don't worry."

" If you say." The young She-Wolf grumbled, not fully believing her sister's words. " If you need me I will be down below in dragon's bay visiting Dreamfyre and the others."

She turned around and made her way out the room, Jaqen following hot on her heels. A dreadful pit began to fill within her, beginning to fear the worse.

" A girl overthinks things." Jaqen said, gazing at her softly.

" Can you blame a girl when war is threatening to come at her doorsteps once more." The young Stark answered.

" Why is a girl afraid?" He questioned. " Death will come for us one day, does it truly matter if it's sooner than we hoped?"

Arya stopped in her tracks, turning to him as she spoke. " I'm not afraid of dying, only losing the people I love."

Jaqen gazed at the young Stark softly, lifting her chin up with his fingers making her meet his eyes. " A man will not let that happen, a man will protect a girl and her loved ones."

She meets his gaze, losing herself in his beautiful sea blue eyes. " A girl does not need a man risking himself for her."

" A man does not need permission." The faceless man responded. " What does a girl require of a man, tell me and a man will deliver on your behalf."

" It's not something you can easily give to me." She mumbled, turning her gaze from him.

" A girl underestimates a man's talents!" He exclaimed. " A girl needs to trust a man."

Arya whirled her head around, staring at him. " How can a girl trust a man if she does not know anything about him?" Is a man really who he says he is or is a man a pretender?

Jaqen stood there frozen, unsure how to respond to the girl's question. How could he when he was truly no one with no identity for himself only a servant for the many faced God.

He was a cold blooded assassin for god sakes, he killed women, men, even young ones with the whip of his blade with no question asked. He always completed his mission with no hesitation, the many faced god was no one to disappoint.

Yet, something had changed and he had changed and was starting to feel emotion again. " No, a man is no one, he has no feelings." He thought.

Now, as he gazed at the young beautiful She-Wolf he couldn't help losing himself in her eyes. He was beginning to feel something for her, compassion, friendship, or longing.

A man doesn't not love or have any compassion, he was no one, but a girl had made a man feel like someone of importance, someone of value.

He cleared his throat, finding his voice again and spoke. " A man has never lied to you and if he has it is to protect a girl."

" Protect me from what?" Arya inquired.

" From the world, sweet girl." He answered. " Now, I believe a girl has a task to fulfill."

Without replying, Arya rolled her eyes storming past him hating his dishonesty and made her way out of the Grand pyramid. She headed down a narrow pathway, picking up her dress skirts almost regretting wearing and rather wearing her usual trousers.

The weather in Meereen was hot and humid like the sands shores of Dorne, trousers were not the most comfortable option in a climate like this. How she missed the North

The young she-wolf finally reached her destination and walked down towards the Skahazadhan river where she saw Eddarion, Drogon,Dreamfyre, and the others lying lazily in the river with their wings spread out widely.

Much to her surprise she noticed Eddarion wrapping his claws around Catshaena's. Catshaena raised her claw up to the handsome fierce bluing dragon's face almost as if she was trying to console him.Eddarion leaned into the red queen's touch, let out a happy screen and grinned at her actions.

She averted her away from the unusual sight and turned to Dreamfyre who was lying in the water with her beautiful blue wings spreading out, letting out a happy purr.

" Dreamfyre, come here girl." Arya called out.

Dreamfyre turned her head, noticing her mistress there, letting out a happy screech as the white hatchling flew towards her.Arya wrapped her arms around her white hatchling, petting her head softly.

" I'm sorry I haven't come to visit you in days, girl." She said, "I guess I have been taking my sword lessons with Jaqen too seriously."

Dreamfyre leaned up at her mistress, nuzzling her nose in her neck, purring at her. Arya smiled at the sight and continued to console her dragon.

Suddenly, Drogon flew towards them letting out a screech; startled Arya took a step back, almost worried what the black hatchling would do and placed a protective arm around Dreamfyre.

Shockingly, Dreamfyre pulled away from her mistress and tilted her head up towards the black hatchling. Drogon let out a low purr leaning his head down towards her.

The two took flight and landed on a nearby rock, Drogon opened his wings out widely allowing the white hatchling to settle in between him. Dreamfyre leaned back against the black dragon, nuzzling her head in his scaley chest.

" What in the Seven Gods is happening around here!" Arya exclaimed, stomping her foot on the ground.

A chuckle erupted from behind her, Jaqen stepped towards the girl with an amused smile on his face. " It seems a girl's dragon has found love with another dragon."

Arya rolled her eyes. " Dragons don't love, they're fiery companions."

" Love is everywhere, sweet girl." He laughed. " Even mighty dragons long for some companionship.

Jaqen gazed at the dragons laying together, a smile broke out of his face knowing it couldn't be long until they mated therefore creating more dragon eggs. The Kindy Man was quite persistent on the mission, bringing back a dragon egg to Braavos so they may inspect it more closely.

It had been endless months of waiting and now that the moment had finally come he was dreading what to do. He knew he couldn't fail his mission for if he did the faceless man would send another of his kind, ten times more worse than him. Like his sister, the Waif, a young innocent maiden disguised underneath a woman. He had no clue what her true identity or story was, but knew she was one of the best of their kind.

Unlike him, she would deliver to the Many Faced God and kill whoever she had to fulfill her mission. The last thing the
the faceless man wanted to put Samara, the young she-wolf and their family in danger.

Even if it pained the young she-wolf of his betrayal, he would go through with it no matter what. Rather a raging wolf, then a dead one.

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Sansa was walking in the Terrace Garden alongside Sandor who was grumbling out complaints about the blasted hot weather, Lady strolled behind them.

" It is not even the afternoon yet and you can't stop uttering vile language. " Sansa scolded.

Sandor scoffed. " I'm a dog, girl." Not some shining white light in armor."

" You are to me." Sansa said, gazing up at him. " And, I really wish you would stop referring to yourself as that."

The young Cleagne shook his head. " I told you before Little Bird I am not the man you think I am. I'm a killer just like any other man, as your father and brother."

" My father and brother were no killers." She hissed. " They were honorable men."

" Yes, they will and they enjoy doing it." Sandor snarled. " Your brother attempted to murder his own kin to save his own crown, what does that tell you?

" I...."

Sansa stood there unsure what to say, tears began to well in her eyes. Sandor turned his eyes away from the sight, starting to curse himself for being an idiot.

" Little Bird, I.. didn't mean it." He tried to say, but was cut off by the red Wolf.

" Yes, you did." The Red Wolf said, wiping her tears away. " I don't understand why you must be so cruel all the time."

" That's who I am." The Knight grumbled. " I'm a killer, a dog nothing more."

Sansa titled her chain glancing up at the Knight, crossing her arms over her chest not believing his words " Or, maybe that's what you want people to think so they don't get too close to you."

" I have no need for anyone!"

" You're afraid of letting people get close to you in fear they'll see the real you so instead you cowardly hide away in the shadows like the disappointing dog you claimed to be!" Sansa spatted out.

Sandor grabbed her face into his eyes, causing her to gasp out. " You know nothing!" He boomed.

She meets his gaze back, not backing down gazing at him amused. " Your brother made you like this, didn't he?"

Sandor turned away from her, not meeting her eyes and started to walk away. " What's the matter, the fierce Dog can't handle being scolded!" Sansa yelled. " Your brother is dead and you continue to let his influence make you slip back into the cowardly weak boy that you dreaded."

He stopped in his tracks, turning around and stalking back towards the little bird.

" Did the wolf catch your-" She was about to say, but was cut off by his lips pressing down onto hers.

Instantly, she wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him closer towards her. The two began to lose themselves in each other's arms. Sandor gripped her backside, pulling her towards him with one of his hands while weaving the other in her red curly locks pulling her towards him.

He pulled her head back, and lowered his mouth towards her neck making little kisses to it. Sansa let out a low moan, enjoying the feeling of his lips on her.

How her mother and Septa Moorde would scold her right now for acting like a wanton whore. Then again, she had no reputation to spare seeing as Joffrey had once called her his whore in front of the entire court one time. Once upon a time ago she dreamed of being the perfect obedient daughter, but now all she wanted was to take what she desired without any care in the world if anyone saw her.

She scratched her nails against his back. " More, Sandor please."

Much to her dismay, he pulled away from her leaving her bizarre. " Why did you stop?" She gasped, her lips were red with his saliva.

" I can't do this, Little Bird." Sandor said. " I won't ruin you."

With that, he turned around making his way out the Gardens leaving a tearful Sansa behind.

Sansa covered her hands over her face, tears fell from her eyes. " You're a stupid stupid girl with silly dreams; he doesn't desire you, he's a knight stupid and you're just a weak little bird."

" Stupid girl with silly dreams." Joffrey's words began to haunt her in her mind on repeat.

The Red Wolf wiped her tears away with her dress sleeve. " If you are hearing please show me guidance Lady Holiness."

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Sorry guys for the late response being a chaotic long month; hopefully more updates will come.Thanks you all for your endless support for this story...

Love, Ala