saviour | s. clegane

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"has anyone ever told you the story of the mountain and the hound?"

sansa shook her head and petyr spoke again,

"lovely little tale of brotherly love. the hound was just a pup, six years old maybe. gregor a few years older, already a big lad, already getting a bit of a reputation." baelish glanced over to me as i was listening intently to the story of the clegane brothers, we made eye contact and held it there as he explained the next part,

"some lucky boys just born with a talent for violence. one evening gregor found his little brother pIaying with a toy by the fire... gregor's toy, a wooden knight. gregor never said a word, he just grabbed his brother by the scruff of his neck and shoved his face into the burning coals." i broke eye contact with petyr to look up at sandor, the scar covering his face made him look dangerous. terrifying.

"held him there while the boy screamed, while his face melted. there aren't very many people who know that story." he finished, staring the scared expression that covered sansa's face,

"i won't tell anyone. i promise." she sputtered,

"no, please don't. if the hound so much as heard you mention it, i'm afraid all the knights in kings landing wouldn't be able to save you," petyr stood up and bowed, winking at me and leaving the stands,

"septa mordane would you please get the girls back to their rooms safely, i need to talk to someone." septa nodded and i thanked her, following petyr's path back to his brothel,

"lord baelish!" i yelled as i saw him turn a corner.

picking up the ends of my dress i jogged over to where he turned and went the same way. he was nowhere in sight.

no footprints in the mud, no slim man smiling slyly at me as i suspected.

that's when i heard the laughter. great big belly laughs coming from all around me. i look up to see two large men walking my way, turning around to get out of the situation i find two other men coming straight towards me,

"what do you want?" i asked, looking at the man with the long black hair and a scruffy beard,

the two men came up behind me, one grabbing my left arm and the other grabbing my right, i struggled to get out of their strong grip and failed miserably,

"we want to fuck you, little one." one of the men behind me said,

i took a deep breath in an attempt to calm my racing heart, trying not to panic i said, "well, if you wanted to fuck me you could've just said that," i mustered the most seductive voice that i could manage and tilted my head innocently,

"i'd prefer one at a time so i can give you all my full attention though." i winked at the two in front of me and the two behind me let go of my arms,

fucking idiots.

i quickly unstrapped the dagger from my thigh and spun around slicing one man's throat and coming in contact with the others stomach, the other two quickly pushed me to the ground.

the one that i've already stabbed in the stomach tried to jump on top of me but i stabbed him again in the side of his neck,

two down two to go,

the one with the scruffy beard stomped on my arm sending a stinging pain all throughout my body, i let out a yell and brought my arm to my chest, cradling it as if it would fall off.

as i was busy being weak the man took my dagger and threw it down the alleyway.

i let my guard down.

"fighting rule number one don't let your guard down. if you let your guard down, you're gonna get killed.

fighting rule number two, don't ever forget about rule number one."

robb's voice echoed in my head, im gonna die.

"if you're gonna kill me just do it. just fucking kill me and do whatever you want with my corpse. i'd rather die with some kind of pride than have you take that from me too,"

"we wanted to fuck you, therefore, we're gonna fuck you." the short stubby one said,

i propped myself up against one of the buildings that made up the alley, i looked to my left and saw a tall figure coming our way, i then recognized who it was,

"i won't be getting fucked any time soon, you two on the other hand? you are both completely fucked." i snickered,

the two looked at me with a puzzled look and i started laughing, that's when sandor slit the stubby guys throat and crushed the others skull against the wall,

he held out his large hand and i grabbed it so he could pull me up,

he took my arm in his hands and i winced as he touched where the man stomped on it. a big bruise was already formed, nearly covering my whole arm.

"thank you," i whispered as he stared at my arm,

"no need to." sandor sighed and placed my arm down back by my side, "it's dark, you should be going back to your chambers before something like that happens again."

i nodded, "yeah, good idea." i looked up at him and we stood there for a moment, examining each other.

i furrowed my eyebrows and wrapped my arms around his large frame,

"what are you doing?" he asked, almost perplexed that someone was showing him some affection, "get off," he pushes me back by my shoulders and i let out a small laugh. i stared at him for a minute until he spoke,

"we should really get you back," sandor broke the silence and backed away from me,

my arms dropped down to my sides and i nodded, turning in the direction of the red keep and walking away.

"you're coming with me!" i yelled once i realized he wasn't following me,

"the fuck i am," he scoffed and rolled his eyes,

"don't make me drag you to my chambers ser clegane." i giggled and he gave in, walking toward me,

he came up behind me and his arm slithered around my waist, pulling me towards him and pressing a cool object against my throat.

i immediately knew what it was, the unique shape of the sharpened blade pressed against my neck,

it was my dagger.

"don't put your trust in strangers snow," he whispered in my ear, his hot breath hitting my cheek, "it's not a smart decision."