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Is this what you want?

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Tommen sat at his desk as he read through letters and scribes his mother had locked away. He was reading a letter that was written in red ink and he frowned; no one in Kings Landing ever wrote to them in red ink. His chamber door opened and he stood as Tywin walked in, "You called for me, your grace?" Tommen ran a hand through his growing hair,

"I have been reading some disturbing letters between my mother and my uncle Jaime. Or perhaps I should say my father?" Tywin kept his composure and poured himself some wine, "I do not deny that I knew what was going on between them, and they were my children after all." Tommen frowned and picked up a book from his desk and threw up,

"For fucks sake, tell me who my father is!" Tywin placed his glass down and whispered, "Is this what you want? Fine. But know this, we don't know. It could be Robert, it could be Jaime; we are not sure. You look like your uncle, but you have Roberts towering height. We will never know."

Tommen growled and sat down, "Then what about Joffrey? I read letters that date back to when Joffrey was yet to be born.."

"Joffrey was the product of Jaime and your mother. No doubt of it." Tommen was in shock and could not speak, but Tywin went on, "And what will you do now that you know your mothers secrets?" Tommen grabbed a letter from the desk and read it and he smiled, "What do you know of Sansa Stark's whereabouts?"

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Bronn tripped over a fallen branch and tumbled onto his back. He looked up to see a sword to his neck, "Do you yield?" Sansa stood over him, her long hair about her shoulders as she looked down, "Aye, I yield." She helped him up and he chuckled,

"You are getting stronger, Sansa. Tonight we'll have you practice with Sandor." She smiled and looked to where her sister stood, "Gods, she is getting so tall." Bronn glanced at Arya and gave a nod, "She's gettin' pretty too. Gendry better keep an eye on her."

Sansa rolled her eyes, "He never takes an eye off of her. I worry about her all of the time. What lies in store for her?" Bronn shrugged and wrapped his arm around Sansa's waist, "Let Arya worry about Arya. She is a strong girl; she can fight her own battles."

Sansa laid her head on Bronn's shoulder and smiled, "Walk me to my cabin, shield!" Bronn took her arm and walked her to the cabin, where Shae was sitting, I swear, I feel like doing nothing! This baby is growing inside of me and I feel like he is taking my energy!" Sansa sat down and Bronn bowed to them before he went to where Arya was with Tyrion. Sansa gave a nod towards Tyrion, "What are they doing?" Shae glanced over and smiled, "He is showing her how to make a fishing pole.

I love watching him do these things; he will make a great father." Sansa smiled and her mind wandered to her future where she could see herself with Sandor and him showing their son or daughter how to fight.

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Tywin cleared his throat, "I.."

"No, don't answer that. But answer this; Why do we fight the North? Why did you kill her family?" Tommen watched as his grandfather tightened his grip on his glass, "They were a threat to my family. They went to war on us all and I simply fought back. I am not proud of the orders I gave out, but know that Joffrey had a say in everything." Tommen leaned back in his chair and gestured, "Go on." Tywin told Tommen of how it all started and why. It was of course, the Lannisters fault. After an hour of talking, Tommen stood and grabbed a scroll, ink and a feather pen, "You are dismissed to go back to Casterly Rock. The wars are over; and I do not want to see you on the battle field when one comes up. I trust you to stay where your home is and only come here with good wishes and when you are invited. You will leave the North to itself and you will leave the remaining Starks alone. Any man I find that attacks them or their people with be killed without question. Do you understand?" Tywin stood and bowed, "As my grandson commands."

"No, as your King commands." Tywin smiled, "You have my word, Tommen. I will end the fighting, but I cannot bring back the dead." The King gave a sad smile and whispered, "Send for 20 of my best soldiers and their horses. Tonight, we start to make things right."

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Sandor returned home that night before sunset and agreed to do a dual with Sansa. Sansa fixed her hair and her tunic and whispered, "Do not hurt me." Sandor smiled and raised his sword, "I will not let my sword touch you." Sansa raised her sword and glanced at Bronn, "Must I fight him? He is much stronger!" Bronn took a bite out of an apple and gestured at Sandor,

"Aye, you have to fight someone three times your size. Now swing at him!"

Sansa sighed and swung her sword at Sandor and he blocked it. They went back a forth for a few moments and when the others began to stand around and watch them, Sansa yelled, "Swing at me!" Sandor growled and swung at her; making Sansa back away and then step forward again to swing at him. Sandor came around her and used his leg to trip her, making her fall onto her back. Arya screamed, "Come on, Sansa! Use your weapon!"

Sandor jumped on top of her, a leg on each side of her and his big body blocking her from view of the others. He placed the tip of the sword to her neck and growled, "Yield, little bird." Sansa thought of the time Shae told her, a man is most vulnerable when aroused. Always remember that. Sansa smiled and moved her hand down between his legs, grasping his member through his breeches. She heard him gasp and felt the sword drop from her neck as she looked into his shocked eyes. She whispered into his ear, "I think the question is do you yield?" She used all her strength to push him onto his back and she was now straddling his waist, her sword pushing into the skin of his neck. She tried to ignore the feeling of something hard under her as she smiled down at Sandor.

He smirked at her and yelled, "I yield." A loud yell was heard from Arya and she felt herself being dragged off of him by her sister, "Sansa that was brilliant! You beat the Hound!" Sansa smiled and looked at Sandor, who was sitting up, his hands covering himself, "Oh, I think he let me win." As Bronn helped Sandor up, Shae asked Sansa, "And how did you beat such a big man?" Sansa whispered back into her friend's ear, "A man is always vulnerable when aroused." Shae smirked and Tyrion kissed Sansa's hand, "Very good, my lady. You defeated the Hound!" He winked at Sansa and took Shae to the fire to keep warm. Bronn walked Sansa over to the fire and Sandor took off his armor, bringing it into the cabin. As the others spoke around the fire, he came running out and came up behind Sansa. Sandor leaned down and whispered into her ear,

"I think you owe me something, little bird. I could've told them you cheated." Sansa's eyes went wide and she felt his hand on her elbow, lifting her up,

"Come, little bird. An early night tonight for a warrior." Arya stood, "It just got dark! Leave her be!" Gendry placed a hand on Arya's shoulder pushing her down. Sandor's grip tightened on Sansa's elbow and he growled, "If I were you, wolf, I would sleep in the other cabin tonight. What I have planned does not involve an audience."

Sansa blushed and gulped when she heard the danger in his voice and Arya frowned, "What do you mean?" The others were quiet and watched as Sandor pushed Sansa inside of the cabin and slammed the door. Tyrion coughed when he heard the lock slide on the wood and Arya asked, "Well?" Gendry was red and he whispered,

"They have certain affairs to attend to." Arya frowned in confusion and then she understood, "Oh gods!"

Sandor pushed Sansa into the cabin closed the door behind him, locking it and turned to see Sansa gripping the table and looking at him,

"I didn't want to do that. I swear, Sandor." Sandor gave her a crooked smile and went to the back rooms, closing the shades and shutters. Sansa shivered and she remembered that was the same crooked smile he gave her so many times before when he used to look her up and down at Kings Landing to try and scare her. Sandor came back and Sansa saw he had removed his shirt,

"I ain't going to hurt you little bird." She gulped as she felt his hands at the top of her breeches and she whispered, "What are you doing?" He leaned forward, pressing her into the table, "We're going to finish what you started." Sansa felt like butter in his hands and she sighed when he bent down and captured her lips with his. He left her lips suddenly and bent down, grabbing her boots and taking them off. She smiled to herself as he slid back up and placed his hands on the laces in the front of her breeches, "I'll do yours if you do mine." Sansa giggled and felt him slide down her breeches. She stepped out of them and he did not hesitate to grab her behind her legs and lift her to sit on the table.

Sandor smirked at Sansa's shocked face as he bent down in front of her and pushed her legs apart, "Hold on, little bird."

That night, screams and grunts of pleasure were heard from that small cabin. That night they did not care who heard them or who found them on the table. But miles away in the ocean, a small ship was getting closer to Braavos port, and it carried the devil.

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Tada! :D