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~This entire chapter will be fictionalized.~
As a 'treat' and a distraction to himself from his dreaded morning, Tyrion took Gregor out to a brothel in King's Landing.
The idea came from Shae to get Gregor horribly drunk and convince him to spend his nights at the brothel, far away from Sansa's reach. Although it was entirely out of Tyrion's comfort zone, he reluctantly agreed to the Shae's clever plan. Very reluctantly.
After five tall mugs of ale between the two men, Gregor began to slur his words and murmur phrases that weren't even a language. Yet Tyrion kept his ale down and his mind sobered as much as he could, "So tell me, Ser Gregor. Where have your travels taken you all this time?"
Gregor let out a rough chortle before he took another gulp from his ale, "Half-man, you don't want to know where i've been. They all make this place look like that pretty castle of yours."
Tyrion smiled and laughed before he could reply, "You'd be surprised. There are always rumors being spread, secrets, drama... None of that in a brothel, you could stay here for the rest of your days and never have to worry about a thing." Tyrion continued with hand gestures that began enticing the giant before him, "A different woman every night and wake up to a pair of soft, round tits in your face every morning."
The Mountain looked around the room, naked women of all shapes and sizes were eyeing him like he was a gold coin on the street. "I do like the sound of that..."
Noticing his wandering eyes, Tyrion gladly offered, "Take your pick. I'll buy." The mountain brought his eyes all around the room, looking for anything that looks somewhat pleasuring for him.
"For a brothel just down the road from a castle, these women aren't nearly as appealing as the Stark girl." He chuckled heartily to himself, Tyrion looked at the Mountain, obviously distressed.
"I believe you mean Lady Sansa Stark, the king's fiancée." Tyrion's statement made Gregor avert his eyes from the prostitutes and look back to Tyrion, who greeted him with a sarcastic smile on his lips.
Gregor placed his mug on the table and shook his head, "I've seen her before, you know. At this tourney, jousting. I saw that little thing sitting on the stands." He shook his head and let out a long blow from his lips, "Haven't been able to keep my head off her."
The half man raised his eyebrows as another conclusion came to his thoughts, "Sounds to me like you're in love with the- poor girl." The Mountain released a bellowed laughter and retorted, "Love is for poets. And if i'm a poet, then your legs are as long as the horse you rode in on!" The words came out of Gregor's lips like arrows, yet only pierced Tyrion in the slightest, "What I wouldn't give to have at her though..."
Tyrion leaned over the table and whispered angrily to the drunk Mountain, "You just said you wanted to sleep with the king's fiancée, the king would have your head in a heartbeat if he heard you!"
The Mountain merely turned his drooping head and smiled, "It'd be worth it, eh? You know it." Tyrion was absolutely disgusted by Gregor, however, his plan had come too far to be stopped now. The half man asked the Mountain, "Tell me, Gregor. What do you like about the Stark girl?"
Leaning back on his chair and toying with his mug, the Mountain began, "Slender little thing, so innocent... Just begging to be experienced... Red hair, I've always liked redheads. Ever since I've seen her she's grown up, her figure's more womanly, won't be long before she's pushing out little pups for that piss-pot king of yours. Shame, really."
Glancing around the room, Tyrion made sure no one could hear that. Gregor pressed on, clearing his throat, "I've been married twice and I know my way around a whore house like the back of my hand, but I have never seen any girl like her before."
Forwarding his brows, Tyrion asked, quickly changing the topic of Sansa, "You were married twice, weren't you in love?"
The Mountain nearly spit out his drink as he let out a rough chortle, "Are you fucking with me? No! I had to marry the wenches because they had brats running 'round that were mine..."
Taking another gulp of his ale, Tyrion spotted a curved, brunette woman peering at the Mountain with her fingers to her lips.
"That one has been watching you ever since you sat down." Tyrion pointed at the whore, Gregor looked to his direction. He grinned at the whore across the room, "I'd like the taste of that one."
Tyrion grinned triumphantly, "Then it's settled." The dwarf signaled the prostitute to approach him and so she did, she beamed through her teeth when she asked sweetly, "Can I help you two?"
The Lannister smiled warmly at the woman before he answered, "Not me, my dear, but my friend is feeling... rather lonely tonight. And he needs a place to stay for a while."
She turned her head to the larger man and stated seductively, running her tender hands along his chest, "A bed to sleep is a few gold, but a place to stay is a bit extra."
"Name your price, money is no object." Tyrion requested confidently, pulling out a satchel of gold from his side. "There's at least one hundred and fifty gold coins in this purse, this should cover his stay for the next two weeks."
The whore gazed upon the purse of gold with great admiration, Tyrion took one last swig of his ale before standing up and patting Gregor on his shoulder, "Have fun, my friend."
Tyrion managed to hobble himself out of the streets and back to the castle, feeling proud of himself that his plan had actually worked.
When he returned to his chambers, he was elated to find Shae in his bed, waiting for him. He smiled through his flushed face and proudly stated, "Oh Shae... Shae, my darling, my dearest one," He brought himself upon his knees and scooted over to her, taking her hands and kissing them, "My-hiccup-sweet, my beautiful, beautiful one."
Shae snatched her hands away from him and scowled, Tyrion's smile faded off when he noticed her obviously angered face. "You look mad, my sweet."
"You were gone for so long, I was worried about you!" She shouted, however worry was obviously not in her voice. Tyrion smiled back at her and replied, "But your plan was a complete-hiccup-success."
Her eyes forwarded when her face obviously questioned him, "Gregor is now vacationing in the brothel, now we won't-hiccup-have to worry about him in the night. He'll be far too preoccupied."
When Shae realized what his scheme was, her scowl turned into a soft smile as she kissed his forehead, "My smart lion."
"Where is Sansa?" Tyrion asked, the smell of ale was strong on his breath.
"She's in her room sleeping, the Hound is guarding her door."
Tyrion let out a breath of release from his nose, "Good, he's a good, good man. Very good."
The maiden pushed herself away from Tyrion and sat back against the bed, intently staring at him from afar. He raised his eyebrow to her and asked, "What are you doing over there?"
She smiled at him and began removing her dress, untying the knot behind her neck and grinning lustfully, "I'm waiting for you to help me."
Clearly seeing Shae's signals, the Lannister eagerly climbed on the bed and began helping to remove her thin dress.
Sansa lay in bed wide awake, staring at her ceiling. She wandered off into her daydreams, thinking of the Hound in his massive armor. How handsome he looked in his beard and his long hair, his voice was low and husky, only adding more to his manly charm.
She smiled at the thought of him on the training yard, how intimidating he seemed, but how gentle he could be.
Before she could have another pleasant thought, a mysterious noise came from outside the door. It was as if someone banged an object against the stone wall.
Taking a precaution, Sansa grabbed her lantern from off the nightstand and walked to the door, tiptoeing to the wooden door as silent as she could.
Sansa turned the knob silently, fearfully awaiting of what lies behind her door.
When she peeked the door open, she swung her lantern out first and glimpsed out the door. From what her lantern could show her it was a man sitting against the wall, covering his eyes and wincing, "Bloody hell girl, put that light out!"
Sandor! She blew out the candle and set it on the ground, stepping towards him as he propped himself up higher, Sansa sat in front of him and inspected him curiously.
"What are you doing here?" She asked, his burned skin could be partially seen from the moonlight in the window. "Being a guard dog." He grunted rudely.
"Shouldn't you be guarding the king?" She asked firmly, Sandor felt it was only right to tell her the truth about his plans. "I am protecting you."
Sansa's eyes widened in alarm, "Why?" The Hound sighed and answered her truthfully, "Why do you think, girl? My brother's had an eye for you the moment he saw you."
Overwhelmed by the sudden danger she felt, hot tears began pour up around her eyes. "Hey," He grunted, wiping a falling tear off her face with his thumb, "No tears little bird."
Shaking her head, Sansa spoke sorrowfully, "This is a living hell. Joffrey is so cruel to me, the queen, all the Kingsguard. And now-..." Sansa's voice broke down into an obnoxious sob, "I don't understand what I ever did to deserve this..."
"You didn't do anything, you're the daughter to one of the most hated 'traitors' to the crown," Sandor said, "And don't worry about Gregor, it's going to take him a lot to get past me, now stop crying."
She looks to him and finds small comfort in his exhausted eyes, "You're protecting me..."
The Hound breathes through his nose as he answers her truthfully, "Yes."
"Because... you have feelings for me."
Sandor suddenly felt his heart pounding weakly inside his chest, a feeling he's long forgotten.
"Little bird, it's late, and you need your rest-" "No." Sansa demanded, pushing her hand to his armored chest, "Not until I know."
Obviously bewildered by Sansa's demanding behavior, he looked her dead in the eye and responded to her in a sarcastic tone, trying to avert her away for her own good, "Why don't you sing me another song, little bird?"
Sansa's eyes saddened as Sandor mocked, "How about 'The Rains of Castamere?' Or 'The Bear and the Maiden Fair?' Come on, put me back to sleep."
Of course he had too much pride to admit he had feelings for a high born girl, especially one that was betrothed to the king.
Sansa gave him an obviously aggravated stare, "You're always so hateful..." Casting her hair to the side, she pushed herself off the ground and picked up her lantern, slamming the door and locking herself inside her room.
Sandor found himself alone again, nothing but the moonlight to give him any company.
Gods she must be out of her mind. Not that I can blame her, if I was her, I would sooner jump of the highest ledge in the castle than be in her shoes.
Sighing again, he touched the center of his armor where Sansa had pushed him with her hand. That's the first time she's touched me...
Sandor never felt love from any woman in his life except for his mother, the only one who cared for him and could look upon him without a trace of fright.
After her death, Sandor had forgotten what the feeling of love was. No more butterflies in his stomach, the beating in his heart decreased, the only things he came to love were drinking and killing. Two things that filled his empty, black hole in his heart.
But after Sansa, rescuing her and caring for her, he's come to remember the feeling. A feeling of life and warmth would fill his emptiness, a feeling to make him forget about his scars and look forward instead of the past.
Can she see past them though? He thought to himself, Can she really see past the fact that my one joy in life is killing? That i'm a killer? A monstrous, disfigured killer that only cares about himself and his wine?
He laughed to himself in the dark, a weak chuckle of sadness and despair. Doubtful.
