Game of Thrones Imagines Book Two

Lost girl - Part 2 - Sandor x Reader

Sandor ushered (Y/n) into the Red Keep. Doing his best to not be seen by any of the Baratheon or Lannister bannermen that milled around. He didn't want people asking questions just yet. He wanted to keep his lost girl secret for just a little longer. And he certainly didn't want anyone seeing that white hair of hers.

Despite what she had told him about her mother saying that her hair had been black hair when she was a child, Sandor had a feeling that there was another truth. That (Y/n) had been born with the distinctive pale hair, just like of the rest of the family that Sandor believed that she hailed from. For even though he did not doubt that she was a bastard child. The big man had a strong sense that she wasn't just the bastard of any man. But the Mad King himself. Aerys Targaryen. And that when (Y/n) had told him that her father had been killed, that it was in fact at the hands of the Kingslayer.

"My mother used to work in the kitchens here before I was born." (Y/n) informed Sandor, as they walked through the corridors. The younger woman taking in the magnificence of the building that had loomed over her for so long. Her words making Sandor believe all the more that his notion about her parentage, was correct.

"She said that she even cooked for the royal family themselves." (Y/n) added, as she spun around. Sandor grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her to a darker part of the great hallway.

"Will ya stop! Stop drawin attention ta yaself." Sandor growled, as he pulled (Y/n) behind him. Trying to get to his rooms as quickly as he could.

"What is wrong with you? Anyone would think that you were ashamed to be seen with me. Look, you don't need to do me any favours. I have survived this long without help. And I dare say that I will continue to survive without help." (Y/n) huffed as Sandor almost pushed her into his room. The Hound scanning the corridors outside to see if anyone had noticed them.

"Do ya ever shut up?" Sandor enquired, as he locked the door behind him and turned to look at (Y/n), who had dropped onto his bed and was bouncing up and down. Seeing how comfortable it was compared to her wooden boxes and thin blanket.

"When I'm eating or sleeping, yes. But not when being treated like a dirty little secret by an overgrown lapdog, no. I bet you're not as ashamed to be seen with a whore as you are with me." (Y/n) told him. Sandor rubbing his face with his hands as he dropped himself into a chair. The big man actually thinking that he had bitten off more than he could chew.

When he had decided to help (Y/n), the last thing he thought that he would find, would be an unknown Targaryen. A Targaryen that had been living under king Robert's nose all this time. And Sandor had a terrible feeling that if Robert found out. Bastard or not, Robert may decide that it was better to eliminate her, just in case.

"I ain't ashamed of ya. Ya just gotta be careful. There's a lot a men round ere that'll try and take advantage of ya. That's all." Sandor sighed, as (Y/n) moved from the bed and took a seat across from him.

"Sorry. I'm just not used to people being nice to me. And I'm sorry for calling you a lapdog. Ya too big for a lapdog. Even if your masters lap is as wide as Roberts." (Y/n) chuckled apologetically, as she looked at Sandor who still had his face in his hands.

"I promise that I will no longer draw attention to myself. And I will do everything that you tell me without arguing." (Y/n) added, holding up her hand as if solemnly swearing to the gods. Sandor believing that she did mean what she said. But doubting that if she was truly the daughter of the Mad King, then she might not be able to see her oath through. No matter how much she wanted to.

"When was tha last time ya washed? Had some clean clothes?" Sandor asked, as he got up and made his way back over to the door. Opening it and making sure that the corridor was quiet.

"When was the last time it rained?" (Y/n) laughed. Unable to remember the last time that she had been able to take a hot bath. The last time that she could relax and let down her guard.

"And the last time that I had clean clothes, was the last time that I was able to steal some." (Y/n) confessed, as she looked down at the multiple levels of tattered and torn clothes that covered her body.

"Well, we betta get ya clean. Ya might say that ya not gonna draw any attention to yaself. But tha way ya stink at tha moment, tha entire Keep'll know ya ere soon." Sandor told her. (Y/n) huffing and crossing her arms. Not sure that a warm bed and a full belly was really worth all these insults.

"Look. Just cos I agreed to be your servant, that doesn't mean that you get to constantly be so rude. And, I may add, you don't smell like flowers either. Oh, and what do you suggest that I wear when I finish bathing? I don't think that you have any dresses lying around here." (Y/n) fired back. Sandor realising that she was right and clothing for her was the last thing that he had thought about.

"Ere." Sandor replied, as he walked over to where he kept his clothes. Pulling out a large shirt and pair of breeches from the pile before throwing them at (Y/n) who just stared down at them.

"I don't mean to sound ungrateful, Sandor. But if you haven't noticed, I happen to be just ever so slightly smaller than you. How do I stop these from falling off me? And what about my hair?" (Y/n) noted. Sandor rolling his eyes and making his way over to his bed. Pulling off a sheet and ripping it into long lengths.

"Use one ta hold up tha breeches. One ta tie around tha shirt. And tha other ta wrap around ya head. Now, any more complaints?" Sandor retorted, as he pushed the lengths of material into (Y/n)'s hands, before pulling her up from the chair.

"Don't talk ta anyone. Don't look at anyone. And if someone comes up ta us, leave tha talking ta me." Sandor ordered, as he led his lost girl out of the room, and into the thankfully quiet corridor. The pair making their way to where she could bathe.

"Right. Don't take ta long. And don't worry, I'll be out ere all tha time." Sandor told her, as (Y/n) pushed open the door. A smile pulling at the corners of her lips as she saw the steaming water.

"Thank you." (Y/n) whispered. Pulling Sandor's head down so that she could kiss the big man on the cheek. Sandor nodding and turning around to conceal the pink hue that had bloomed on his cheeks, as (Y/n) disappeared into the bathhouse. The Hound standing guard over the lost girl.