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           A curious request. Her son’s sworn sword was commonly a man of few words. all the best body guards are. he earned his gold by tending to her son’s safety. and so she cannot afford to ignore his request. 

           “Naturally we can.” Cersei agrees. a hand raised to indicate to her own guards to stand still. before leading Sandor further down the hall. within sight of the men but out of immediate ear shot. 

The dark sky behind her shutters was painted unnaturally green while it should be black. In the distance, Sansa could make out faint shouts and cries of battle, steel clashing and men dying.

Yet Ser Sandor the Hound was in her chambers, covered in dirt and blood. Seemingly drunk. Highly inappropriate. But he offered a way out.

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Whisker sour

Her never-wavering loyalty to Joffery during the time as hostage in King's Landing / denouncing her brother Robb as traitor.

Zombie

Silence...was her sole, immediate answer to his response; no syllable, not even a soft chuckle left her tightly-clasped lips—albeit the knot that was her frown did ease a little bit; and not necessarily out of pity either, no... There was something in the way he willed himself to lower his guard in her presence, regardless how slight, that she somehow found worthy of her empathy.

“You know... You sure do have your way with words—especially so when it comes to profanities...,” she rose her brows and looked away; an attempt to bring back a sprinkle of humor to the table, “...but boy, are you bad at pretending you don’t give a shit.”

A smirk, followed by a gentle headshake. A brief exhale to mirror the way air left his lungs as he spoke earlier.

“You’re not the only one to have ever felt like an outcast here. I may have not been handcuffed when they escaped the farm and left me behind, but well...” Befalling amongst them was yet another moment of quietude, as she started mindlessly fidgeting with her own fingers; blue eyes staring down at her own feet.

There's the shock , first .

Sera couldn't remember the last time anyone had hugged her - and she certainly couldn't remember a time where Merle had , genuinely . She's frozen for a moment , but her freckled hands lift to rest against his back as she places her head against him .