Game of Thrones Imagines Book Two

Lost girl - Part 3 - Sandor x Reader

Sandor rolled his eyes and shook his head, as he heard (Y/n) begin to sing happily on the other side of the door. Even now, without really meaning to, she had found another way of drawing attention to herself. Though given the time of day, and the fact that no one else was around the baths, Sandor felt that it would be safe to let her continue. And as she did, Sandor found himself fighting back a smile. He could sense that she was going to be trouble. Sense that maybe when he had first seen her hair, that he should have just let her eat and then left her to her life. But with that white hair, he knew that she had been lucky to have lived this long in Kings Landing and not be discovered. That indeed one day she probably would be found out, and that it could all end badly. But at least with him finding her, he may be able to protect her. And even talk her into leaving Kings Landing for her own safety. Though where he could send her, he had no idea.

Coming back from his thoughts, Sandor suddenly realised that the singing had finished. And even though he knew that she was on her own, and that nothing could have really happened to her. He felt the need to check on her. To push his head into the room just enough to make sure that everything was alright.

As quietly as he could, Sandor pushed open the door. The big mans eyes growing wide as they fell on the body of the unknown dragon. He had had no idea what she looked like under all those clothes. The great mass of tattered rags concealing every last part of her skin, except her face. But as she peeled off the last layer of material, his lost girl was revealed in all her true glory.

Her skin, though dirty, was almost as pale as her hair. And every last part of it seemed flawless. Yet it was not her skin that caught his eye. It was her rounded breasts and hips. Her pleasingly plump backside. It was her every dip and curve. Her very swell and fine line. And the more he watched, the more he was finding it hard to tear himself away. Despite the fact that he knew that he shouldn't be watching.

If her face was not already beautiful enough, even with all that dirt and grime. Now that he could see all of her, beautiful was not sufficient enough a word to describe what he was seeing. Even though Sandor did not believe in the gods, he could swear that as he watched (Y/n) slowly lower herself into the hot water. Her eyes fluttering shut; a low moan came from her as all her muscles relaxed. Sandor had a feeling that he was laying eyes on the Maiden herself.

As he moved to get an even closer look, a board under his feet suddenly creaked. The noise forcing him to stop watching the vision, as he closed the door as quickly as he could.

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(Y/n) couldn't help but sing. It had been a long time since she had felt so safe. In fact, she couldn't remember a time that she had felt safe since her mother had passed. But now, with the Hound outside the door, watching for anyone that may wish to do her harm, she felt like singing was an appropriate thing to do. It was a song that her mother had sung to her when she was a child. The words, which were in the High Valyrian dialect, spoke of two young lovers promising to adore one another until the end of time. The young man swearing to his lady love that he would never leave her, even in death. The young woman replying that she would follow him to the Seven Hells themselves, if she had to.

There was something about the warm air in the room that made (Y/n) smile. The look of the hot water, making her eager to remove her clothes. It wasn't something she did very often. In truth the clothes were more likely to tear and fall off her, rather than her take them off. And she could probably count on the fingers on one hand, the number of times that she had removed the covering that concealed her hair. But as she finished her song and removed the final layers of material from her body. She thought that it was only fair that her hair was also fortunate enough to be washed in the beautifully hot water.

Slowly she lowered herself into the glistening liquid. A soft moan coming from her lips as she lay back, closing her eyes as her muscles instantly began to relax. And as she did, she couldn't help but let her thoughts stray to the big man on the other side of the ingress. As she had told him, it was hard to live in Kings Landing, or anywhere in Westeros, and not know of Sandor Clegane. And she had always heard that he was violent, aggressive, and brutal. More likely to kill than show care. But from what she had seen. Under all that anger. Under all that bluff and bravado, beat the heart of a good man. And even though he had insulted her on more than one occasion, (Y/n) couldn't help but like him. And determined to do her very best to keep her promise about not drawing attention to herself and doing everything he said.

(Y/n) smiled, as she began to wash herself, wondering what the big man could look like underneath all that leather armour and course clothes. She had never had the chance to really think about men before, well apart from doing her best to not be used by them in one of the brothels. But as she had agreed to become his servant, she had wondered if she would one day walk in on him and find him as naked as the day he was born. Not as though she would mind if she did. Despite his scaring, there was something quite..........well quite attractive about the Hound. And when he wasn't shouting and swearing at her. Or telling her that she smelt. There was something even quite pleasing about his nature.

Suddenly a creak made (Y/n)'s eyes fly open. Her hands covering her body as best she could, despite realising how ridiculous it must have appeared.

"Sandor!" (Y/n) called out, as she moved to the side of the bath.

"Aye. What do ya want? Ain't ya finished in there yet." (Y/n) heard him growl as she sunk back into the water. Her long white hair spreading out over the surface, like billowing clouds in a perfect blue sky.

"I just thought I heard a noise. Is everything alright?" (Y/n) replied. Shaking her head at his gruff response.

"It was just me. Now hurry up. I ain't got all day ya know. I have things ta do." Sandor continued. (Y/n) trying not to laugh out loud as she began to wash again.

"Yes Ser. Sorry Ser!" (Y/n) called out with a chuckle, before immersing herself fully in the steamy water.