Good Evening everyone! I've been writing notes for this story like crazy getting stuff planned out and putting the pieces of this puzzle together so that I can give you all and excellent and entertaining story. I hope I'm doing a good job so far. Before I go any further, A warning about this chapter. Joffrey is about to try something absolutely despicable. Please be aware of this as you read on. He is a horrible person and I'm trying to get that across with what I am writing. It's a happyish ending though, so don't worry too much, I just felt compelled to warn you guys. Anyways, here is the latest chapter.
Chapter 8: Wendy
Wendy sat in the plush chair across from the large mirror in her room. A servant was currently fiddling with her hair trying to make it presentable for the royal court. She had finally been invited to attend. Butterflies were flying in her stomach. She didn't want to embarrass anyone and she definitely didn't want to embarrass herself. Thankfully, Queen Cersei had sent some of her personal attendants to help her get ready and look good for the occasion. In the corner sat the Hound, with his usual scowl on his face. He had been sitting there for hours on end doing the job he was assigned to do. Watch Wendy and make sure she doesn't leave the palace.
"How fucking long are you going to deal with her damn hair!?" complained the Hound as he tapped his foot on the stone floors.
The servant just ignored him. It was usually best to do that with the Hound. But Wendy spoke up in her place.
"As long as needed Ser Clegane, I gotta look… presentable as Queen Cersei put it."
"Hmph, look fine as you are little girl."
Well he's complimenting me. That's an improvement over the usual scowl he gives. Thought Wendy. The brush the servant was using finally stopped going through her silky hair. The servant looked at the Hound and motioned for him to leave.
"I ain't moving." grumbled the Hound, "not supposed to."
"Then turn around unless you want to see her naked."
Wendy's face turned beat red. Where was Carla when she needed her?
"Not like I've never seen a lady naked before." mumbled the Hound as he exited the room.
Wendy stood and got out of her usually green dress. The servant then fitted a corset around her small body and pulled the thing so tight that Wendy felt like she could barely breath. Then the lady pulled out a gorgeous purple dress with gold trimmings and a white collar. Wendy caught her breath, it was probably the most expensive piece of clothing she had ever seen. Well she would've caught her breath if she could breath in the first place.
Wendy then twirled in front of the full length mirror. The dress flowed and twirled with her. She actually felt like a princess in this thing. Soon the Hound reentered the room and escorted her down to the throne room. She was told to sit in a chair next to Tommen and his siblings, Joffrey and Myrcella. Myrcella and Tommen gave her warm smiles, Joffrey gave her a cocky smirk. She had heard of Joffrey's antics from the Hound who was actually kinda nice once you got past the cursing and rough exterior. Joffrey was the oldest son of Queen Cersei and King Robert. He was only a year or two older than Wendy but he already had a nefarious reputation among the servants of the house. She made a note to avoid him if at all possible.
Soon, Queen Cersei and King Robert entered the room. The queen wore a flowing red dress that complemented her reddish blonde hair and the King wore rich green and gold clothing that matched the colors of House Baratheon. Above the throne dropped the banner of House Baratheon, a black stag on a golden field with a crown around it's neck.
The court soon went into session and good grief it was boring. Wendy felt her eyelids droop several times. And she wasn't the only one either. Grand Maester Pycelle, the old man who helped Wendy with her broken leg, was snoring in his chair much to the displeasure of Queen Cersei and the amusement of King Robert. A whole hour passed before a new voice pierced the usual mumbling.
"I do believe I'm rather late, my apologies." In the doorway of the throne room stood a very short man, almost shorter than Master Makarov. He had wavy dirty blonde hair and a confident smile on his face. He waddled up to a chair next to Grand Maester Pycelle and took a lounging position on it.
"Please continue with this pointless drabble."
"Nice of you to join us… Tyrion." scowled Cersei. "You didn't need to make such a grand entrance."
"He needs to Cersei, it helps him compensate." laughed Robert. Surprisingly, Tyrion laughed with him.
"The whores say that there is no need to compensate for anything." he raised his glass of wine on the table in front of him and took a big swig as Robert laughed heartily. Cersei's scowl turned into silent fury. Which Tyrion quickly took notice of and exploited to the fullest extent.
"Why my dear sister if I have upset you then please let me know. Don't worry though I'm only here for part of this bullshit. Mainly until we discuss when we leave for Winterfell. Then you are rid of little ole me for the day." He saw Wendy sitting next to Tommen and pointed at her, "You must be the little girl by dear sister took an interest in."
Wendy hesitantly nodded, she couldn't get a read on this guy. He smiled then drank more of his wine as they all listened to another person drone on and on about another issue.
Eventually there were no more visitors and the topic of the trip to Winterfell came up.
"As you all know, the Queen and I will be leaving for Winterfell in two days time now. I am going to be visiting my good friend, Lord Eddard Stark, as well as his family. They will graciously open up their home to us so I expect everyone to be on their best behavior." His gaze then shifted to his three children, especially Joffrey. "Now the details, Tyrion," he looked at the dwarf, "you will come and assist us with the children." Tyrion smiled with Cersei fumed. "Ser Jaime will lead our personal guard on the Kingsroad, the children will be guarded by Ser Sandor Clegane as well."
"Then who will look after the little blue haired girl then?" asked Tyrion.
"I have already volunteered." said a man who Wendy barely noticed earlier. He wore a simple yet not cheap, long sleeved shirt and dark pants. He had closely trimmed gray hair as well as a small mustache and goatee. His eyes seemed to have a mischievous and conniving gleam to them.
"Ah, very good Lord Baelish. I'm sure the child will be in excellent hands." mumbled Tyrion who seemed to look at Wendy with concern.
"Yes, thank you Littlefinger," said the bald man named Varys, "I'll assist in any way needed, but of course I must make listening to my little birds my top priority."
Cersei nodded and looked at Robert. "I think the rest of the details are not needed now dear. I'm tired as well."
Robert nodded, "Very well, everyone this court is adjourned, the small council will meet in the chambers briefly before we all go our separate ways."
As all of the court exited, the man known as Lord Baelish or Littlefinger stopped in front of Wendy and looked down at her.
"I look forward to getting to know you Lady Marvell." he looked up to see he was falling behind the rest of the small council, "if you'll excuse me, they need the man who knows how to pay for this damn trip in that room now."
The short man quickly walked away. The three Lannister children also left the room and headed out of the palace and out onto the grounds. But not before Joffrey gave Wendy a creepy glare that gave her the shivers. She really didn't like the feeling she got from that one. This left Tyrion, the Hound, and Wendy alone.
"Looks like you have to look after my snot of a nephew again Ser Clegane."
The hound scoffed. "You'll be helping."
"I'm not looking forward to that at all." Tyrion sipped his wine again.
"Why not?" asked Wendy, "They seem nice enough."
"In public young one." replied Tyrion, "I have found that the true personality of someone is always revealed in private. Now, Tommen isn't bad. Bit shy and naive but not bad. Myrcella is doted upon by her mother a little much but she also isn't so bad. She has some kindness in her, don't know where she gets it from though. It's that damn Joffrey that will be the problem."
The hound gave a sly grin, "No doubt the brat will do something to piss off the Starks… as well as myself."
"And you can't do a damn thing about it either." replied Tyrion, "Don't worry, I'll keep him on a short leash."
Tyrion started to leave when he turned on his heel and walked up to Wendy once again. He stood a little shorter than eye level to her and had a very serious expression on his face a complete 180 from the playful look he had on during the court.
"Listen hear Wendy, listen very carefully." he pulled her close to him and he began to whisper, "Littlefinger is the most cunning manipulator I know, even more so than my sister and Varys. Do not trust him." He stressed, "Ser Barristan will be staying here at the palace. He is the leader of the King's Guard, an older gentleman with a very dignified appearance. He had been trusted with the lives of kings and I would trust him with my own as well. If you need anything go to him. He's the only honorable one in this damn city." Tyrion then looked at her one more time, "Don't let that innocence in your eyes become your weakness." With that he left the throne room as well as the palace.
Wendy looked up at the Hound. "The Imp isn't wrong on that one." was all the gruff man said before he escorted Wendy back to her room.
….
Wendy now sat outside in the palace gardens. Sitting beside her was Myrcella Lannister. Wendy could tell that the girl was spoiled rotten but the blonde never was mean about it. If anything she was the one Lannister that didn't make Wendy shift anxiously. It probably helped that they were the same age. The Hound hovered over the two girls. His eyes were always vigilant and left hand always on the pommel of his sword. Soon, young Tommen ventured over, chasing a butterfly. Myrcella laughed, Wendy smiled, and the Hound frowned.
"Ladies, the future of the seven kingdoms right there…" he muttered.
"What are talking about Dog!" said a demanding, whiny voice, "the future of this kingdom stands before you now!"
Joffrey swaggered up in front of the Hound.
"Hello, you grace," grimaced the Hound. "What may I do for?"
Wendy saw the pained look on the Hound's face as well as the an angry, I really wanna kill this kid, glare. Poor man, he has to deal with that for over a month.
"Nothing for now, I'm here to see a certain blue haired girl alone." he replied. Myrcella retreated away while Tommen was already on his way out of the courtyard
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"I'm sorry my Lord," replied the Hound, "My orders are to not let her out of my sights."
"And my orders are for you to leave us alone!"
"My lord I-"
"Are you questioning the orders of your future king, Dog!" spat Joffrey, "Leave now! Or I'll give you your face scars back."
A spasm of fury appeared on the Hound's face before he gave a short bow and looked at Wendy. She knew immediately what that look meant. She had seen it given to her by many of her friends. It was a simple one, scream if he does anything and I'll be there. And he left the courtyard.
"Finally that damn buffoon is gone." smiled Joffrey as he looked at Wendy up and down.
Wendy shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. Joffrey walked up to her.
"So you are the little bitch that my mother took in. I wonder why?" He circled her like a shark in the water. His eyes never leaving her body.
"I was about to be hurt when she found me and rescued me." replied Wendy in a small voice.
"Hurt!" laughed Joffrey, "Is that what you think? No something far worse was going to happen to you if she hadn't intervened." Joffrey's laughter faded and he looked at her angrily, "and you don't even look grateful for my family's hospitality."
"I am grateful. Very-" Wendy felt the back of his hand hit her face. She was sent sprawling into the grass and Joffrey pounced on her.
"Time to show it!"
Wendy's eyes widened as he began to breath on her neck and he began to touch her. She remembered a certain talk she had with Erza once about something like this. The fear on her face was replaced with absolute terror. She tried to scream but a rough hand clamped over her mouth.
"Oh no you don't!" growled Joffrey as he tried to rip her dress off. The dress began to tear and rip as Wendy struggled against him.
What would Natsu do!? What would Erza do!?
KICK HIS ASS! Was the response in her head.
She nudged his hand off her face and sunk her teeth into it causing Joffrey to yelp and jump back. Fury was on his face. He rose and raised a fist at her.
"SKY DRAGON'S ROAR!" Screamed Wendy. A torrent of Wind flew out of her mouth and slammed into a stunned Joffrey. He flew across the gardens and landed against a hedge. The Hound came charging in. He saw that Wendy's dress was torn and ripped open. He quickly removed his cloak and covered her up.
"Get away from here Dog!" screamed Joffrey.
Instead, anger like Wendy had never seen came on the Hound's face. He drew his sword and faced the prince. "I don't give a single shit if you are a fucking prince." he growled. Joffrey's eyes widened at the stare he was receiving. "You lay a single hand on her again, and I will personally cut your dick off and shove it down your throat."
Joffrey ran off as he was now trying to avoid the Hound's fury. The Hound turned to Wendy and knelt down in front of her. He gently grabbed her shoulders like he was holding a delicate flower.
"You alright little one?"
Wendy let the tears fall and she grasped the Hound in a hug. The Hound picked her up and carried her back to her room.
"There, there now." said the Hound in a calm voice that Wendy had never heard from him before, "It'll be ok. I'm here now."
Above in a palace window stood Tyrion and Littlefinger. The imp with a horrified look on his face and the master of coin with a mischievous smirk.
"I do believe I have found something special now." said Petyr Baelish as he looked over to Tyrion.
"If the Hound wasn't there…" Tyrion's fist tightened by his sides. "I want to killed that bastard of a nephew myself. He isn't going to stop torturing her."
"Don't worry my short friend. Joffrey will be gone in a day's time and now that I see what she can do she will never be safer than in my care." He finished his glass and set it down on a small table next to the window. "Have fun on your journey."
With that Lord Baelish left to help prepare the royal caravan. Tyrion stood alone looking out the window at the gardens with his wine in hand. He poured himself another glass.
"Can't believe I'm saying this but thank the gods for the Hound." He drained the glass in one gulp. "Time to get drunk, I'll need it for this trip."
…..
Two days passed, and the Hound had refused to leave Wendy's side. HE stayed with her day and night and hardly slept when he watched her. A few hours after the incident… King Robert had gotten wind of what had happened. When he questioned the Hound, the Hound told him the honest truth, leaving out the spell Wendy used on Joffrey. The next thing Wendy knew, she heard Joffrey screaming for mercy in the halls as his father beat him into submission. The screams gave her pleasure. She hated herself for feeling that way but at the same time she felt like justice was being served. The day after the punishment, Wendy saw Joffrey one more time out in the courtyard. The Hound got between the two before Joffrey could come near her. Jaime, Joffrey's uncle and member of the King's guard, had an iron grip on his shoulders. Joffrey couldn't move even if he wanted to. Joffrey looked terrible at the time. His face was bruised badly and he had a black eye as well and a couple cuts above his right eye and on his lip. The two knights exchanged some strained pleasantries as Joffrey gave Wendy a murderous look. Then the two groups went their separate ways.
That night, the Hound said goodbye to Wendy as he made his way to the royal party on the road. Petyr Baelish stood next to her, the Hound gave her something Wendy thought she would never see from that man, a genuine smile, before he mounted his horse and rode off with the caravan. Littlefinger looked down at Wendy.
"Come along Miss Wendy," he gingerly took her hand, "We have much to discuss now don't we."
"What do you mean?" asked Wendy quietly.
"What I mean is the massive amount of wind you summoned out of thin air when Joffrey attacked you my dear."
Wendy's eyes were now full of fear. He had seen it, that was the only explanation. The hound wouldn't have told a soul about what had occurred that day. Not even the King and Queen. His loyalty was undeniable.
"What is this ability of yours?" he asked as the two slowly walked back up to the palace after seeing the royal party off.
"I don't know what you are talking about." replied Wendy taking Tyrion's advice to heart.
"Don't play coy young lady. This is as much about protecting you as anything else." he replied sternly, "If others were to find out they would probably hand you over to the Maester's to be studied and experimented on. Hell, they could even execute you for witchcraft if they so wanted."
"Witchcraft!?" exclaimed Wendy.
"Yes, that is what you are correct, a witch." continued Littlefinger, "After all, you did manipulate the wind to your will."
"No, I'm no witch, I'm a wizard!" Exclaimed Wendy, "of the guild Fairy Tail." she caught her breath, she just spilled the beans, he manipulated her into doing it. Crap!
"I must have struck a nerve for you to respond so passionately." replied Littlefinger, a confident smile plastered on his face. The two entered the palace, the iron throne stood at the end of the hall, it's many swords fused together to form the most uncomfortable looking chair Wendy had ever seen. "What is this Fairy Tail? Are there more of you?"
"I'm not saying." said Wendy stubbornly.
"Then how about we make a deal then. You are fond of the Ser Clegane are you not. I will ask him to return and protect you and you alone if you tell me everything about you. If you do not then maybe I will just let Joffrey make you his little plaything."
Wendy felt the fear turn her blood ice cold. "What do you want to know?" she said shakily.
Petyr kneeled down next to her and looked her in the eyes. The cunning sparkle was shining brightly now. "Everything."
Wow. Rough chapter huh. Wendy is going through some serious stuff right now and as Tyrion said thank God the Hound was there. We are finally at that point folks. The main story is upon us! (Victory trumpets please). I'm going to take a few days to plan and write this next chapter. Gotta brush up on my GOT for it. I'll update as soon as I can though. Until then, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Please rate and review and have a nice day!
