64. Roses Long Forgotten

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When they set out to get their children back the Tourney, the hands tourney had already begun.

'Good Lord who is that?' Sansa questioned Petyr as the competitors in the tournament rode forward.

"That's Sandors brother." Kelsea remarked. "But we dont like him." She added and Sandor scoffed.

"That's a damn understatement." Sandor agreed. Kelsea smiled back at him. She didnt like tourneys, too much bloodshed.

''That is ser Gregor Clegane they call him the mountain.' Petyr told her 'the hounds older brother'

"Don't call him that." Kelsea demanded. "I'm sure you dont find your littlefinger term endearing you should know better."

'And his opponent?' Sansa whispered looking to the very small man in comparison.

'Sir hugh of the veil,' Petyr told her as both opponents came forward bowing before the king 'he was Jon Arryn's squire.''

"Sandor, isnt draco supposed to-" Kelsea stopped herself when she saw draco with sweets.

"I raided the sweet cart, I got all the goodies." Draco remarked as he sat down beside his sister. "Look at these, cockroach clusters!"

"Gross!" Kelsea and Sansa declared.

"Every flavored beans?" Draco offered as he shook the little box.

"Beans?" Sandor countered gruffly. Draco tossed it to him.

"Oh, licorice, your favorite Kels." Draco remarked and she pulled one from his loot.

"Thanks Draco." Kelsea agreed taking a bite. "Mum would like this."

'Yes yes enough of the bloody pomp,' Robert said 'have at it,' he said leaning lazily back in his chair. Both riders took their places at the opposite end of the jousting arena the horn blew and both men took off their jousting spears pointed at each other's faces.

kelsea jumped but the competitors missed, Draco boo'd.

"Do better!" Draco instructed as he shoved a fistful of popcorn into his mouth. They turned around to begin again this time however Gregor did not miss. His lance speared Ser Hugh in the throat and he came colliding to the ground. Sansa screamed grabbing onto Kelsea's hand. Kelsea grabbed Draco's arm with her free hand.

"Ow," Draco said calmly.

"Sorry." Kelsea whispered letting him go. "That was awful, that poor man."

Blood spewed from his neck as part of the lance was lodged in his throat he spewed for breath before he breathed his last. Ser gregor stood victorious as ser hugh was carried away.

''Not what you were expecting?' Petyr asked and sansa shook her head.

"Not at all." Kelsea whispered. "I was hoping for more of a pony show." she admitted and Sandor snorted a laugh.

"Oh you sweet summer child." Sandor corrected patting her knee.

"Not, not what I was expecting." Draco countered.

"Where are you going?" Kelsea demanded as sandor got up.

"Gotta piss." Sandor offered.

"Sandor-"

"They arent going to come up here and attack little girls." Sandor assured her. "I will be right back, dont go anywhere." Kelsea nodded settling back into her seat.

''has anyone ever told you the story of the mountain and the hound?' Petyr glanced back at sandor as he headed off. ''a lovely little tale of brotherly love. The hound,' Petyr went on. 'was just a pup six years old maybe Gregor a few years older but he was already getting a bit of a reputation some people said that the boy was just born with a talent for violence."

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