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Shae was returning to Sansa's chambers with fresh bedding.  She was deep in thought, wondering what Tyrion might be doing.  As she approached the door, she saw the one they all referred to as The Hound standing guard there.  This strange man was such a mystery to her.  He never said very much, but seemed to have an undying devotion to protecting Sansa.  Shae was constantly trying to find out what this man was about.  

"Good afternoon," she said in an attempt to be pleasant.  He gave her a terrible sense of uneasiness, standing there in his armor with his sword in its sheath.  Shae's arms were full with the linens, so, as she approached, she asked politely, "would you mind opening the door for me?"

bathed in sin || sandor & shae

Innocence. The very word was foreign to him, a concept he was never given the chance to comprehend before it was snatched away. He got a glimpse through others, but found it to be rare and fleeting. Joffrey had once been innocent — like a mewling kitten, wanting for nothing but warmth and his mother’s affection. Such sweetness evaporated as Sandor watched him grow, until there was not a drop left. He had never met someone who managed to retain that childhood purity, those virtues so tender and valuable.

Then, when he was twenty and seven, she appeared. Proof that not every miserable sack of flesh born into this world was corrupted with age. Face of a doll and head full of impossible dreams, she hardly seemed real. Every word that spilled from her cherry lips was beyond naive. Her eyes, clear as a river, always seemed to drift into the realm of dreams. Sansa Stark was everything he should hate most; a weak, guileless waif. Part of him wanted to tear it all away from her, show her the world for what it really was — and he did try, but the ideals of fair maidens and true knights seemed to persist. Sandor came to envy that resolve, mixing with the vexatious lust that came over him whenever he thought of her face. An urge he would never act upon, lest he ruin that which he so admired.

Being alone with her was testing, but almost never the case. A handmaiden followed closely behind wherever Sansa went, even if the Hound was assigned to watch over her instead. The foreign woman was of no interest to him, as most were not. He paid her little attention until certain whispers reached his ears. She was a whore, they said, and not just any whore — this one belonged to Tyrion Lannister himself.

The imp’s whore was tending to Sansa every day. Teaching her Gods know what. Corrupting her — soaking up that precious innocence like a sponge. The thought boiled his blood, fresh hatred blooming for the one they called Shae. Back pressed against red walls, he waits outside the hall of the little bird’s chambers. The whore would cross his path sooner or later. And she would be sorry she did.

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The Lady Sansa and Myself

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Okay, Shae has lost the love of her life, Petyr is on hiatus and Sansa is MIA. Someone needs to plot!!! Please? Send me a message if you want to.

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I'm so sorry you're not feeling well.  I'll keep you in my thoughts.  I wish you a speedy recovery and hope that you'll return soon.  I've enjoyed talking to you.

- Clarissa

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[ okay so my health has gotten very bad very suddenly. i’ve been having a lot of mental and physical issues i won’t go into. the point is i do not have the energy to do anything, nor the state of mind.

i’m also, tomorrow, going to be hospitalised for an indefinite amount of time. basically i was told i’ll be there “until you get better" and if i never do, i may not leave.

long story short, for now just consider this account inactive. i don’t know if i will ever be healthy enough to return to normal computerstuff.

if i ever am, i’ll pick this account back up but until such a time, i wish you all the best in life. stay healthy, stay happy.

- ♥♥ Layla ]

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I think I've decided to make this blog semi-independent.  Therefore, if you stumble upon it, feel free to strike up a conversation with Shae. ;)  I also need some plottage, so send an ask.

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"One might ask you the same question, my lord," she mocked.  "Although, I don't believe you to be very innocent... or young."  Shae smirked at him.  "However, I am admiring the view.  Unfortunately, I see a lot of empty promises and broken dreams rising on the waves of heat."  Looking back out over the horizon, she added, "After all, it seems that traitors, like molds and fungi, tend to grow in warm places." 

A Fiendish City // Shae & Baelish

"Lord Petyr Baelish at your service, my lady." He bows low over her hand, offering a crooked smile. “I’ve always adored the view from up here, although the stench could bare to be improved upon. Might I be so bold as to ask why an innocent young lady would be alone in such a public area?"

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"For sooth, sir," Shae responded, returning the smile.  This man was unknown to her and yet there was a sort of air about him...  She did not like it and did not know if he could be trusted.  In fact, she was unsure as to whether she could trust anyone in this retched city.  She gave him a slight curtsy, saying, "And to whom do I owe the pleasure?"

A Fiendish City // Shae & Baelish

The Imp’s whore—that’s what he heard her called. But it had to be something more. If she were simply a whore, Tyrion wouldn’t be risking so much. Baelish was a firm believer that knowledge is power, and until he had this girl cracked, she held power over him—that simply couldn’t be allowed, now, could it? So he approaches her himself, a charming smile on his face. “A beautiful day, is it not, m’lady?"

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A Fiendish City // Shae & Open

Shae stood on the roof of one of the towers of the castle one afternoon and sighed.  It had been a long day of following Sansa around the city and tending to her.  She had hoped to catch a glimpse of Tyrion today, but so far she hadn't.  She gazed over the rooftops at the horizon and what lay past the castle walls.  What she wouldn't give to be free from this city...  A few minutes passed and she heard someone open the door to the roof.  She was no longer alone to her thoughts.  Before speaking, she turned to see who it was, just in case it was someone of nobility.

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I am yours and you are mine. And I miss you terribly.

Shae to Tyrion

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"There's not much to tell," Shae replied apologetically.  "Shall we sit?"  They sat at a small table in the room.  She had never liked talking about herself.  She barely even let Tyrion in on her secrets, let alone this girl.  But she supposed she could afford to tell her some things as long as she was a bit vague.  She certainly could tell her about her relationship with Tyrion.  No one in the castle was to know about that, or else she would be in danger.  

"I come from far away; from one of the Free Cities called Lorath," she began.  "The Free Cities are located on a continent called Essos east of this country.  Lorath is an island at the northern end of Essos.  It is much different from anywhere in Westeros.  The air is always thick and warm and smells of spices from fields located in the center of the island.  The people are colorful and wear many colorful, patterned silks and chiffon."  She smiled as she recalled the memory.  "I remember looking out from my old room and seeing for miles the heat rising like a thick sheet of glass from the ocean, distorting the view.  At the end of the day, people would sit outside and talk to one another and watch children run around in the streets.  There was no fear as there is here in the city."  She took a moment to collect her thoughts as she stared out the large window in Sansa's room.  The brown buildings of King's Landing obscured most of the view, but there was a slight glimpse of the horizon between them.  

"The people would talk about the past and rumors of what went on here in Westeros.  There were many people living there who had fled this mainland to live a free life."  She looked sadly at the girl.  "Sometimes I do miss it--the simplicity of life found there,--but my attraction to excitement led me here.  It was never very exciting on the island of the Free Cities."  

"Once I had grown up in Lorath, I began traveling through Essos.  When I came to Westeros, I had taken a boat directly from Essos across the Narrow Sea and up the Trident River.  When we landed, some of us began following the Lannisters through the Riverlands as they defeated and were defeated."  She smiled as she thought about her first meeting with Tyrion.  She looked at the young girl.  "I hope I am not boring you too much."

A Whore as a Handmaiden // Shae & Sansa

"I- I’m not sure," Sansa admitted, her fingers lacing together. There truly wasn’t much to speak about, as nothing horribly exciting happened to Sansa in her gilded cage of King’s Landing, and she was quite sure Shae would not want to hear about her marriage to Lord Tyrion— who would even want to hear of such an event, especially from Sansa’s perspective. Nibbling at the inside of her cheek, the auburn haired girl finally resumed the conversation. “I know so little about you, so perhaps, if you don’t mind, you could tell me about yourself?"

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The girl seemed nice.  Shae had heard rumors when the other servants spoke down in the servants' quarters.  She knew Sansa was in a very bad predicament at King's Landing.  This was such a young girl to be held prisoner and to have entered an arranged marriage.  She gave her a smile and replied. "Very well." And politely asked, "What would you like to talk about, milady?"

A Whore as a Handmaiden // Shae & Sansa

She was given no prior notice to Shae coming in to serve as her new handmaiden, so naturally, when the dark haired girl arrived, Sansa was mildly shocked. I wish they had told me before they sent her here, the Stark girl thought as her gaze flickered around the room, then back to meet Shae’s dark eyes. “It’s a pleasure to meet you," The auburn haired girl said quietly, a small smile decorated rose colored lips. “At the moment, I don’t there’s anything I require you to do."

"—We can talk, if you like… it does get lonely here."

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A Whore as a Handmaiden // Shae & Sansa

Tyrion had made arrangements for Shae to be hired as a handmaiden.  What she did not know was whom she would be serving.  A guard led her to the room of the woman she would be serving and Shae knocked on the door.  When she entered, she found the young Stark girl who was being held "hostage" by the royal family.  She gave a small curtsy and introduced herself.  It seemed as if the girl hadn't expected her.  "How may I be of assistance?" she asked politely.

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A Pebble in a Box of Gems // Shae & Tyrion

Shae had waited in Tyrion's chambers all day, hiding.  He had told her to stay hidden and not to make any trouble, but it was difficult to stay in one place for too long.  Whenever she heard people approaching the door, she would make for her hiding place, but no one ever entered the room.

Tyrion had also told her to choose something to wear that morning before he left her alone. He had purchased some "more suitable" attire for her to wear around King's Landing.  When he told her this, she had asked him flirtatiously, "what does it matter to you what I wear, as long as I take it off?"

She absolutely detested King's Landing and all that it stood for.  Every day she would attempt to convince Tyrion to run away from all of it, but he never gave in.  He was always so stubborn, like herself.  That's one of the many things she admired about him.  She also admired his realness: in word and deed.  He never tried to be anything and that he wasn't. 

Late that afternoon, she heard footsteps approaching the entrance, so she made sure she couldn't be seen.  She heard the door open and close quickly and peaked through the curtain to see who had entered the room.  When she saw that it was Tyrion, she ran out from her hiding place to greet him.  "I waited all day to show you the dress I put on," she said mischievously and gave him a twirl.  "You like?" 

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{{That's gross!! lol I'll be posting our starter very soon. ;D}}

[ the air conditioning is broken that explains why it’s so hot in here.

i’m going to cry there are 12 dead people in this room that is too many cadavers for a broken air conditioning day. ]