The Hound King
An extremely cracktastic!AU in which Sandor somehow manages to take the Iron Throne... yes I know it's unrealistic and impossible but it's my AU and I'll make him into the grand poobah of the universe if I want :D
Please note: this was written very quickly and needs to be critiqued/beta'd/proof'd/edited... constructive crit is welcome and appreciated.
No one could have expected that when he’d perchance met and then beaten Aegon Targaryen in single combat that the Golden Company would have flocked to his side - the irony that the craven of Blackwater, who ran from the fire, slew the dragon prince was not lost on many; none were quite so surprised that he turned on his former masters so rabidly, however.
That so many of the noble houses would fall in line with him was a shock - though most assumed they would take the Throne through him, not for him….
When Joffrey Waters - no longer Baratheon and never Lannister - is led before the Throne with his mother (his beautiful madmadmad mother) he stares up in awe at the only man who was ever a father of any sort to him. He cannot find his arrogance within himself anymore. It has been sucked out of him by the sleep-deprived flight to Casterly Rock and then the rough journey back in a cage on wheels.
There is talk of incest and misdeeds and mistreatement of the Queen from the small council and all the while the King is silent. Grey eyes never waiver from Joffrey’s face and he almost, almost wants to smile. This man was his friend, wasn’t he? This man would not hurt him…
The death sentence is passed and the chance for any to speak in his defense comes and goes... goes...goes…
A voice in the back of the Throne Room calls that, “I will speak for him, my King,” and Joffrey and Cersei look at each other in recognition and slowly turn their heads…
An auburn haired creature glides past and up the stairs and he watches, disgusted and shocked and afraid, as Sansa Stark - no, not Stark anymore - perches herself so daintily on her husband’s knee like she is sitting the Iron Throne herself.
“All I ask, your Grace, is that you show Joffrey and Lady Cersei the same kindness and hospitality that they have bestowed upon me for all of these years.”
There is a ripple of a gasp and a titter of laughter through the crowd and Cersei smiles,“Little Dove…” and in her insanity thinks she’s won.
Cersei’s smile is twisted and Sansa’s is serene and the Hound King’s grin is terrible to behold.
“I am told a King should not strike a King…” King Sandor Clegane never takes his eyes off of Joffrey’s face. Never drops that snarling smile… not even as he directs his next statement to the nearest member of his Kingsguard.
“Ser Lancel, do me the honors….”