NOTES - Gentle Readers: This is an alternative version of chapter two. I'm stuck on how to proceed. I'm at a crossroads with this fic and don't know which road to turn down. Should you have any suggestions, please let me know, until this I leave you with this snippet.
Chapter 2 – Alt. Version
The Little Bird had fainted dead away and the only good thing about dead weight was that it did not struggle. Trant was pulling him from the edge by his ankles and making slow, clumsy work of it. People down below were gathering excitedly towards the body like swarming ants and Clegane saw the exact moment when someone realized it was the King.
"Fuck," Clegane bit out as he rolled his body to the side and began hauling the girl over the edge. "Take her," he said to Ser Meryn as he struggled to get up. Trant picked her up and Sandor was able to rise to his feet. "Where is the King?" the knight asked, a look of confusion on his sly face. Clegane threw a look over his shoulder, "Down there." Ser Meryn's confusion deepened, "Is he alright?" "He's having a tea party," Sandor said laconically, then followed it up with a savage, "No, you dumb fuck, he's dead."
Trant paled and dropped the Little Bird to the floor, she collapsed like a dead flower. "She pushed him. She pushed him." "No, she didn't," Clegane said with sudden menace as he shifted his stance, "The King lost his balance and he fell. He was too close to the edge." What was he doing? "She pushed him," Trant repeated while Sandor stalked directly up to him and looked down his long, hooked nose at him. "Are you telling me that you let this little slip of a girl become a kingslayer before your very eyes?" Clegane spoke at Ser Meryn with such incredulity at his stupidity that he felt as though he was chastising Ser Boros the Toad. "Are you going to tell the court that your King was slain by a mere girl and you, a Knight of the Kingsguard, could do nothing to prevent it?"