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Shea apologized profusely "I am so sorry My lady I took far too long I ran into a- a " Sansa paid no attention, as Shea rambled, her mind drifted elsewhere. Why did he look at me so? She felt the heat of his stare and the hunger behind it, he climaxed while watching her. As he entered another woman she finished bitterly. Why should she care who he bedded? She knew he was no true knight! Betraying his vows simply to fill a whore, whores she corrected. Then why was her heart still racing and her woman's place painfully clenching for a phantom member, slick with an unknown substance, her anger unreasonably mounting.
"What? She snapped at Shea, Shea looked confused "I was just saying we should continue for times sake." "Y-yes" Sansa stammered. Shea looked Sansa with a worried expression but probed her no further. The rest of the trip went quickly. They obtained the powder from an old potions maester with clear white eyes that scared Sansa. She was carefully told how to use the powdered tonic. "Only a pinch once a day in your wine girl, everyday! No more than a pinch, too much you will get ill and drink too little and you may have a screeching babe at your breast" he wheezed laughing, blind eyes seeing nothing but knowing more than he let on.
The women rejoined the crowd of noble ladies they learned that the spurred husband would be hung on the morrow for murdering the innocent peasant and the man that bedded his wife was slain by the husband. Already death before the tourney, what a day one of the ladys chirped. Death is entertaining to them Sansa thought. The king's guards finally led them back to the castle their shopping excursion postponed for another day.
Decorative flags with stags adorning them flapped in the wind. Excitement could be felt in the air hundreds of people gathered to spectate the joust. Seated up highest in the middle King Joffrey sat on a large colored wooden throne. To his right Cerci the Queen regent and to his left Sansa his betrothed, behind them guarding stood ser Meryn and ser Osmond. Several good Knights and common men dreaming of winning gold fell from their mounts or were impaled into sharpened wood, entertaining sadistic Joffrey until the last two men remained. Wood splinters and dried, coagulated blood soiled the dirt at their feet.
Gallantly perched high on his white horse Ser Loras of Highgarden entered on his horse that seemed to be prancing as if to show off, the seven kingdoms seemed to cheer for him in unison. In juxtaposition the Hound rode in on his stark black warhorse Stranger, his face hidden behind his ferocious dog headpiece. The crowd hushed, slowly the voices rose softley sounding like a hymn. The announcer presented
"HERE COMES THE KNIGHT OF FLOWERS! SER LORAS OF HOUSE TYRELL HEIR TO HIGHGARDEN! If anyone could see through metal one would perchance see an irritated dog rolling his eyes, his scarred lip twitched. "RIDING AGAINST! SER SANDOR CLEGANE OF THE KINGSGUARD, THE HOUND!" The Hound's leather clad fists clenched around his mounts harness, fucking sers he fumed. The crowd thundered in anticipation "MAY THE WINNER BE BLESSED BY THE SEVEN AND SHOWERED IN GOLD BY THEIR KING! The announcer signalled the start, both men rode fast, purposefully and unwavering. The Knight of Flowers very slightly and slowly lowered his lance directing it towards the hounds leg as he soared. Sansa trembled in trepidation, please notice, please don't die she was mildly surprised she didn't fear for the beautiful white knight who had given her a rose what seemed like an eternity ago. Loras was kind but she had heard many rumors about his preference in the bedroom and most importantly he was riding against her protector.
As the men galloped nearer the Hound bellowed, he swung his shield clad arm launching the Knight of Flowers' lance to the ground with a clank and simultaneously impaled Loras's arm, the crowd collectively gasped. Loras roughly fell to the ground, moaning and grasping at his profusely bleeding arm that was brandishing a large splinter protruding from both sides. A roaring cheer ignited throughout the crowd the King's dog had won and in the first round.
Sanas let out a deep breath she didn't realized she was holding, her chest heaving. In her peripheral vision she saw Cerci snap her head forward. Joffrey jumped to his feet excitedly. "Good job dog!" He giddily bellowed, ""Name your prize! Anything within my power is yours on my honor as your king it shall be granted!" the audience a wave of sound.
Sandor smoothly climbed off of his steed, ser Loras was aided by his squire and led off, clearing the field. All eyes on the victor. He removed his head gear and knelt, his sword stabbed into the ground in front of him, head down. Sandor slowly lifted his head and made fierce eye contact with the boy king. " I want the stark girl."