So You Read Books

"So, Griffith, what do you think of King's Landing?" the Queen said, as she glanced back at him.

Smiling, Griffith looked out of the windows, through which he could see the lapping sea, "It's even grander than I imagined, and the Red Keep is just so exquisite."

Cersei's eyes narrowed and she turned her gaze back down the corridor, "Well I'm glad you like it."

They had walked quite the distance before the Queen spoke again, "I've noticed that my son and you have developed quite the relationship."

Chuckling, Griffith sped up, as to walk next to the Queen, "And I am extremely grateful to him for giving me this opportunity."

Cersei sniffed, "It's good that you are grateful, though I don't know what I expected from the bastard of Lord Stark."

Looking around, Griffith noticed that they had reached a totally different part of the Keep, this one filled to the brim with Lannister guards.

"This is Maegor's Holdfast is it not?" he asked as they passed two red cloaks.

The Queen stopped and turned around, "Yes, you must have read a lot about the Red Keep to know that."

Griffith chuckled and grinned at her, "I do spend most of my time buried in books."

For a second he could feel the Queen's icy glare boring into him, but as soon as he looked her in the eyes it disappeared, only to be replaced by a radiant smile.

"That sounds most interesting, you should tell me a bit about the interesting books you have in the north sometime," she said, placing a hand on the door handle next to her.

Griffith smiled and bowed deeply, "I would be most honoured, now if you would excuse me, I must go, since I don't want to anger my family anymore by making them wait."

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As soon as he opened the door to the Tower of the Hand's main hall, Griffith had to dodge an incoming knife that embedded itself in the door.

His eyes narrowed as he saw Arya, who was standing on top of her chair, staring at him with wide eyes, one arm extended towards him.

Griffith's eyes then moved to Sansa, cowing on the floor shaking in fear.

He was about to say something, but just as he had opened his mouth, Eddard strode past him into the hall.

"What is the meaning of this?"

The whole room went quiet, and just as Griffith thought that no one would speak, Septa Mordane stepped forward.

"My Lord, it is nothing much, the two ladies just had a bit of a row."

Eddard's eyes narrowed and he looked down at Sansa, "You expect me to believe that?"

He turned back to the Septa, "You-"

But just as he was about to speak, Griffith grabbed onto his shoulder, "Father, don't!"

Eddard turned to him, and Griffith smiled, "You speak to Arya, and I'll take care of Sansa."

For a few seconds, the new Hand of the King analysed his nephew, before nodding, "Alright."

He then turned back around and strode towards the stairs, "Arya, follow me!"

Glancing back and forth between her brother and her father, Arya quickly jumped down from her chair and ran after Eddard.

Seeing the two disappear up the tower, Griffith quickly moved over to Sansa.

But just before he reached her he glared at the Septa, "Out!"

The woman shivered and quickly scurried out of the hall, slamming the door shut behind her.

"Jeyne, that includes you!" Griffith said quietly, as he gazed down at Sansa.

He heard the screeching of the chair, a pair of footsteps and lastly a door slowly shut.

For quite some time, he just stood there, watching Sansa as she sat there, hugging her knees to her chest.

He didn't really feel anything, no real attachment to his family, but at the same time, there was an urge to protect them, something that he must have fabricated himself over the years.

"Sansa," he paused, and crouched down behind her, "why did you fight?"

She sniffed, "S-she insulted Joffrey."

Griffith sighed and slowly began wrapping his arms around his little sister, "Is that all?"

Another loud sniff, "S-she said that it was Joffrey's fault that that butcher's boy died."

Smiling Griffith pulled her closer, "Well she's partly right."

Sansa gasped, "Griff!"

He chuckled, "I can explain, you see Joffrey is a prince, so it is his guards' duty to kill anybody who might threaten his life, and in their eyes, Mycah was a threat.

So Joffrey indirectly contributed to the boy's murder even iff it was no fault of his own.

You see Sansa, your sister is in a time of mourning right now which caused her to lash out unintentionally and look for someone or something to blame for Mycah's death."

Sansa's eyes widened in understanding and she turned to Griffith, "So this is why you read so many books."

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