The Hound, The Imp, and The Cripple // Sandor Clegane

Stark Bitch

she didn't like being trapped. She didn't like these men and the way they looked at her. she felt like she was being brought to Lysa Arryn all over again and she wanted to vomit. She didn't like being a hostage. Although they treated her better than sandor, she was nervous and panicing. Sandor noticed kitty had gotten quiet and yanked the hood off his head, his eyes searching for her.

'flower?' he questioned seeing her, she wasn't paying attention. 'KITTY!" sandor demaned but she looked pale, sickly again, 'she needs me.' sandor demanded he was riding backwards tied up on the horse being led by one of their captors. Kitty sat with one of the men but he wasn't paying attention to her face, he was running a hand up and down her arm. As the men tried to shove the hood back on his head but he was stronger than them, bound or not when he was worried about Kitty no one was going to get in his way.

''Kitty?' Sandor questioned, kitty didn't answer her mind trapped in a circle or remembering the pain of the months she spent as a prisoner with tyrion. She was pale and her eyes wandered.

'flower look at me.' he demanded, the men traveling with them stopped and tried to get sandor back on his horse but he wouldnt move. 'flower look at me!' he begged finally her eyes moved up to his and he saw a broken girl. He saw a broken girl, terrified and panting for breath. 'flower.' He said and pulled her down to him, hands still bound he wrapped his arms up and around her.

'I don't want to be someones prisoner again Sandor,' she muttered through labored breaths. 'I cant go through that again... please, please.' Kitty begged.

'no one is gonna touch ya. Ya hear me. I wont let em, they wont hurt ya... I promise. I'm going to keep you safe, I promise.' Sandor told her and she nodded as the men tried to get her back on the horse. But she screamed when they touched her. 'Don't fucking touch her!' sandor snapped and the binds on his hands snapped. 'She rides with me, or else all of you fuckers are dying right now.' Sandor warned and they nodded giving in quickly. They were close to their destination anyways.

The rest of the ride was quiet, kitty sat with sandor her face had more color but her stomach was in knots. She couldn't go through being prisoned again. She couldn't. she couldn't... she thought she might die if she was shoved in a cell again, told she was going to die... she didn't want to die not when her leg was finally healing. She wanted to live.

'we are here.'

They jumped off and were lead into a little tavern, 'best get the little some food.' One of the guards said and kitty nodded looking to sandor. She couldn't help but think what would have happened if they stayed in kings landing. Would they both be dead? A prisoner there as well?

'that is an uncommonly large person... how does one manage to subdue such a large person?'

'he has a girl he cares about more than killing us aparently!'

'poor man you have a cute one.' Thoros said looking over at kitty, sandor reached around grabbing her hand, the bag was pulled from his head. 'Not a man at all are you... you're the hound.' He exclaimed. Kitty always hated that nickname. But she remained quiet trying to hide behind sandor. 'It is so good to see you again.'

'Thoros, what the fuck are you doing here?' Sandor spat

'Talking and drinking too much as per usual,' he answered with a grin.

'Girl,' sandor called as arya passed. 'What in seven Hells are you doing with a Stark bitch?'