...

Well. Sure is tense around here... Sandor idly thought to himself, his gaze slowly going around the room. Why if he didn't know any better, it almost felt like someone had died. Such was the tension.

...He bit into the chicken leg.

Honestly, he wasn't even sure why he was here.

Idly biting into the leg again, this time he found a few eyes turn to him, annoyance, slight outrage, and obvious jealousy filling each pair.

The jealousy came from the brat. The brat princess that had a dragon, but a brat all the same.

Said brat just started nagging her mother for a chicken leg.

Narrowing his eyes, he held onto his bucket a little tighter.

The brat noticed and harrumphed at him.

For someone whose brother just recently got accosted by a slave city, she sure was an uppity little shit.

Seriously, why the fuck was he even in this room?

It wasn't just above his pay, it was above his standing! But worse... Much worse, was that it was obscenely above the amount of fucks he was supposed to give about a brat that should've died in the last rebellion. Even if it was a royal. Even if it was the crown prince to the former crown prince. Even if it was a future king.

He bit into the-

"Will you stop that incessant chewing!" The formerly dead pair of legs snarked at him.

So what if she was the former queen?

He continued chewing and locked eyes with her.

"...Karma if you won't help out with this, at least get your dog-" She started, turning her gaze towards his technical leader, only to freeze the moment said leader locked eyes with her.

Shut her up well too.

My, my, that might've been the greatest power he held.

Shutting up wenches without paying them. Oh just imagining that! The wonder. The glory...

He tried biting into the chicken leg only to realize it was all bone.

He frowned and promptly replaced it by throwing it onto one of the guards nearby and started chuckling when they fumbled around trying to catch it, promptly glared at him, and yet instinctively knew exactly what would happen to them if they tried to raise a fuss at him for it.

...Following Karma was the absolute greatest fucking thing he ever chose to do with his sordid life.

He calmly picked up another chicken leg and made a mental note to throw this one at Doran Martell when he was done with it.

It was good to be Sandor fucking Clegane right now.

Karma's number one follower, guaranteed privileges no one else would ever have.

The power to raise his nose at royals and throw chicken bones at them.

"Sandor..." His ears perked up. "Behave." Karma chuckled.

He raised an eyebrow at that. "You first." He deadpanned and took another bite of his chicken leg, only to earn a snort.

"...Karma..." Oberyn Martell promptly sighed. "What are we going to do?" The man waved the missive in his hand around. "They threaten to go to the king with this... If we don't- Any plans we have..." Oberyn Martell's brow furrowed. "...I know you said you had a plan to put Aegon on the throne-"

For a man reputed to be dangerously reckless, Sandor found him surprisingly subdued whenever Karma was involved.

"Yup. Full proof, trust me." Karma shrugged. "That letter changes nothing."

Sandor did his absolute best not to react to that.

He knew Karma's plan. He also had no doubt the Martells thought it some genius ploy, some masterminded play- that probably involved fire in the sky or some such nonsense.

They had no fucking idea that Karma's entire thought process on giving a Targaryen a crown was to just ask Robert Baratheon if he wanted to give up his one.

Sandor absolutely believed it was going to work.

"It doesn't?" Doran Martell finally chose to cut in for the first time since the faceless fuck handed him that letter- Only because Karma had glared at it, cursed it, and told him to get that filthy piece of paperwork away from him.

He certainly had his odd qualities.

"Well, as far as you're concerned anyway."

"...It worries me that they somehow figured out my nephew's heritage and living status, something even I hadn't known of." Doran Martell remarked warily, his face looking to have aged ten years since Karma's appearance. "And believe me, my brother keeps his eyes on the going ons in Essos."

"No wonder they got popped." Karma deadpanned instantly at that, which only slightly confused him.

Only slightly because he couldn't completely not pay it any mind.

For some reason, however, those words made the dead-runaway pair of legs stiffen, visibly.

"That is not funny!" Elia Martell remarked with a heavy frown.

"You're right, you're right." Karma nodded, solemnly. Sandor didn't believe a wit of it, and judging by his brother's former victim's face she absolutely did.

That was a mistake.

Karma's face changed into a grin, proving his point almost immediately. "'twas fucking hilarious." Elia Martell twitched. "One might even say mind-blowing."

"Stop it."

"Shit, it was a sight to behold!" Karma continued.

Elia Martell let out the kind of sigh he'd heard sailor's wives use when their husbands told them they gambled all their money on a magical fishing net.

"...As fun as I am sure you're finding this, Karma-"

"interrupt my fun and you'll find out why the gods are coming after me."

Now, he'd known Karma long enough to know he was joking- But the Martell Lord definitely didn't, and neither did his family judging by the sudden slight terror that filled them.

Well, Almost all of the Martell family.

"Yeah! Don't interrupt the fun uncle!" Rhaenys called out, crossing her hands. "Having fun is more important than anything else! I also have a dragon so you should probably listen to me. For your own health, of course." The girl nodded and snuck a look for approval from Karma.

Karma rolled his eyes and mouthed the words to what he was fairly sure wasn't meant for children's ears. Rhaenys harrumphed at that without missing a beat.

...Rhaegar Targaryen might've been the brat's father, but damn if that mind behind that little shit's head wouldn't have had everyone question it.

Elia Martell calmly let out a sigh, held the bridge of her nose, and looked her daughter in the eye. "Rhaenys. Your brother is in trouble, this isn't the time for fun."

Hm. Now Sandor wasn't the best when it came to helping people that dealt with almost dying- But he was pretty sure that wasn't what you said to a child that absolutely fucking did die.

...If he'd been in the woman's place, he would've certainly been in a better mood knowing his formerly dead brat was happy.

Then again, Sandor wasn't the most norma-

"Why should I have to deal with my brother's bad luck?" Rhaenys remarked raising her nose up.

Sandor blinked a few times at that, a chicken leg hanging off his mouth.

He was starting to see why Karma liked the brat so much.

"It's his fault for not dying with us, otherwise he wouldn't be in trouble right now!" The girl remarked. "He'd be with us and he might even have a dragon!"

...Screw it, the brat earned a chicken leg with that one.

Gods, the sheer utter confusion going through most of the faces before him was amazing.

Even Karma was having trouble hiding the utter amusement on his face-

"Hey Karma, if my brother doesn't work out can I become queen?" A beat passed as the words filtered through the air. "Like I have a dragon so..."

Sandor proceeded to take in and enjoy the utter terror and realization that swept through everyone's face at that- Everyone besides Karma who had just started laughing.

Sandor couldn't help but wonder how it had never occurred to them that giving the crown to the son was all well and good- Hells even with Karma's backing, he'd likely keep that crown, but his sister having a fucking dragon, and a want for said crown, wasn't exactly going to end well for the brother.

"...No?" Rhaenys questioned with a frown.

Not unless the two married and he sure as shit knew Karma wasn't backing that- The guy had threatened to name a peasant king of the world if the Martells considered it.

Which he'd admittedly want to see- The peasant part. If only to watch the likes of Tywin Lannister be forced to bend their knee to 'em.

"Ah, alright, alright." Karma broke the uncomfortable silence that had filled the room. "Rhaenys, trust me." The man stood up, idly patting the girl on the head, earning a blink out of her. "Having a crown on your head is exactly how the fun ends."

Speaking of fun, it was then he noticed the fact the heir to Sunspear was missing-

Sandor held in the urge to snort. The delusional woman was probably hiding in Karma's room now that he thought about it.

"Hmm..." Rhaenys tilted her head at Karma. "Okay." The girl shrugged. "Guess I'll believe you."

He rolled his eyes at that.

Out of anything in existence, the fucker that brought you back to life should've been number one on the list to believe regardless of any reason involved.

"Never mind." The girl promptly walked back to her mother's side. "I don't want the crown."

The earlier worry on their faces rapidly turned into looks of relief along with sighs of... Defeat?

Sandor wasn't entirely sure what that was, nor did he care in truth- Reading nobles was never one of his skills or wants. Dogs survived by following orders, they had no place dealing cards.

"Right." Karma promptly clapped. "While it doesn't really affect my plan for the little future king- His capture does annoy me." Karma turned a look towards a frowning Doran Martell. "Because you are correct, they had no place knowing who or where Aegon Targaryen was... Not without help." Karma snorted. "And to get it down that accurately... Well, there's some divine tomfoolery going around."

A tense moment rapidly filled up the room at that, yet before any of the Martells could reply to that, Karma promptly turned towards him and told him to pick a number between one, two, or three.

Sandor, blinking once, with a frown, ignored the sudden panic from the others in the room as they watched the color on the windows turn a very familiar red as the sky outside brightened up with flames.

"...Three." Sandor numbly answered, his gaze frozen and fixated on the large windows.

Frozen as he watched the fire in the sky dance. As he watched a giant city emerge in its tendrils. As his other eye picked up Karma's lackadaisical form as he swept back onto his seat in the corner of the room, put his head on the arm resting against his chair.

"Rhaenys, dear." Karma's voice washed over their frozen, wary, and worried forms. "Come here."

The rest because they no doubt, like always, tended to forget the slightest bit exactly whom they were dealing with.

Himself because... Well. Despite the irony of it, he was following a man who played around with his worst enemy, his worst memory.

He watched, a mild gulp coming out, as the child in the room casually did as she was told. As if she wasn't seeing what everyone else was- The girl even ignored her own mother's attempt to hold her close.

Karma laid his free hand on the girl's head. "Ah. Good." He chuckled to himself. "He's not there." And then, the man just... Looked up to the ceiling?

In his peripheral, he caught the faceless man- No, men that suddenly swept into the room slowly, all of their gazes locked onto Karma. Reverance and awe in them all.

...It was almost scary how easy they made it look.

"Look... I get it, Harpy number three. I do." Karma chuckled, his voice reverberating through the room and beyond. His voice effecting the fire out there in the sky. The fire that held the image of a large pyramid of sorts. There were people outlined there as well, he dimly noted, all surrounding said pyramid. It felt almost off to look at. The distance to the giant pyramid should've meant the people looked akin to ants yet... He could still see them enough to notice their damned features? How could he the outline of a city as it were from afar and yet notice the people inside it as if they were up close to him? Almost as if they were in front of him?

At the same time?

He shook his head off of the forming headache. Thinking about that was only going to make it worse.

"The Seven fear what I am... You fear what I can become..." Karma let out a chuckle. "...Look... Take this as a warning, as I have no personal issue with you... Tell your dumb sister to drop her bullshit and let him go before I remake the world map." Karma clicked his fingers. "Oh and while you're at it, do yourself a favor and get outta the slave trade 'cos once I am through with the Seven, that's next on my bucket list..."

Cold. Sandor dimly noted he felt... Really cold right now, which all things considered was... Off.

One ought to expect warmth from a fire no?

He watched, transfixed as a strange board of sorts appeared in the air before Karma. The hazy look to it was almost airy- Yet... Sandor frowned when he noted the heavy feeling it seemed to exude.

"As for the rest currently watching... Instead of actually learning how to use his fucking powers properly, the Warrior settled for bashing the skulls in front of him." Karma shook his head as Sandor blinked a few times as he watched a warhammer magically appear in the hand he wasn't resting against. "Honestly, Yes, I am named Karma. Yes that's all scary and good-" Karma narrowed his eyes and promptly swung the warhammer onto the magical board floating in front of him-

"But you really should've feared what I was instead."

Sandor watched the city in the sky, the one he'd evidently chosen with but a number in the get pummeled into nothing-

And then, he felt the sudden shockwave that swept through their room as everythingthat wasn't held down suddenly flew around haphazardly.

He distinctly noted the fact his bucket of chicken legs was no longer in his hands.

That... Didn't seem to matter as much to him at the moment, his gaze locked outside on the fire in the sky, as he took in the remnants of his choice. As he watched... He blinked and dimly noted the fact that there were survivors.

Survivors with collars crumbling off of them.

"It doesn't matter what powers, what world, or what situation I am flung into..." Karma leaned back into his seat as shadows swirled out from underneath him, out from the corner of the room he was in, as they filled the room and made him look akin to an encroaching darkness. "I am a Conqueror by nature."

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