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

King of the North

'no ones going to believe you are a hog farmer if you eat them all.' Arya spat as sandor munched on hog feet.

'best part of the animal.' He offered Kitty a bite but she declined, her stomach in knots as they closer and closer to Robb. She wasn't excited to see her mother but she did like robb, he had his kind moments but she was worried what if her mother tried to have her killed again? What if robb listened to their mother and killed her? what if they attacked and sandor killed them? kitty tipped back into the wagon taking slow deep breaths. Arya was looking out at the twins in the distance. 'don't worry they are still there' sandor told them.

'I know they are still there.' arya snapped.

'you check every five minutes. Like you are afraid they are gonna move.' Sandor grumbled.

'I'm not afraid.' Arya told him confidently.

'of course you are. they are there and you are afraid we wont make it. The closer we get. The closer the fear gets. No use hiding behind that face. I know fear when I see it.' Sandor told her 'seen it a lot.'

'I knew fear when I saw it in you. You're afraid of fire...' arya sneered and kity sat up, arya didn't know when to shut up. 'when berics sword went up in flames you looked like a scared little girl.' They stared at each other for a moment, Sandors eyes fixed on arya, his jaw tense his eyes filled with hate. 'and I know why too.' Arya said slowly moving closer.

'arya..' kitty warned. 'please stop. Everyone has fears, you are not invincible.' Kitty reminded her but she ignored kitty like usual.

'I heard what your brother did to you. Pressed your face to the fire like you are a nice juicy mutton chop...'

'that give you some ideas?' sandor scoffed

'might do.' She said with a smirk.

'Go ahead then. You might get away. you might even make it there on your own.' Sandor told her as he picked up another hogs foot. 'just over the river, closest you've been to family since Llyn payne snapped your daddys neck...' then he looked over to a sad kitty, he wrapped an arm around her. trying to hurt Arya was hurting kitty. He knew how much kitty adored her father and not getting to say goodbye, hurt her. killed her a little bit inside. Kiity leaned into him as he kissed her head.

'some day I'm gonna put a sword through your eye and out the back of your skull' she told him and marched away to look at the twins once again.

'Shes worse than I remember,' kitty told sandor as Arya grumbled.

'Little shit she is.' Sandor agreed.

'When we deliver her to Robb we leave right? We never have to hear the name Stark or Lannister ever again, right?' kitty questioned.

'As soon as we get rid of her, your family will pay good money for her and that will buy us passage away from this place for good love.' Sandor assured her.

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The rest of the journey to the twins was quiet, Kitty liked the quiet especially when the alternative was sandor and arya threatening each other every five fucking seconds. Arya was quietly grumbling that her ass hurt and that sandor stunk and this was uncomfortable and sandor should have died. Sandor ignored her, focusing on the road ahead. Arya sat in the back while kitty sat on the bench next to sandor warpped up in his arm until they got closer, then she was sent to the back. Her and arya put a tarp over themselves as they approached the gates.

It was dark by the time they arrived, maybe they would be right on time.

'where you going?' a frey guard asked stopping them, arya and kitty hid in the back.

'I got salt pork for the feast.'

'the feast is over.'

'it doesn't sound like its over' sandor questioned, laughter and voices echoed throughout the twins.

'if I tell you its over, its over.' The guard said, 'turn this cart around and get the hell out of here.'

'I got pigs feet too.' Sandor offered.

'are you soft in the head? Turn this cart around.' the guard demanded. But they were not about to leave empty handed.

Arya jumped from the cart and kitty watched her go.

'Sandor,' kitty whispered pointing at arya in the distance.

'For fucks sake.' He muttered following after her. Stark men falling to the ground, frey men laughing... Robbs wolf... shot, shot dead. Kitty gasped as she followed slowly after them. her cane digging into the dirt as she moved. As arya ran forward wanting to help, wanting to kill.

'its too late.' Sandor said throwing arya over his shoulder. 'come on kitten. Best get out of here while we still can.' She nodded following him.

'HERE COMES THE KING OF THE NORTH, THE KING OF THE NORTH, THE KING OF THE NORTH!' the frey men cheered riding Robb in but his head wasn't his head. It was his wolf. They had sewn Robbs wolf onto his own shoulders. Kitty wanted to vomit, as sandor helped her as well, good thing they both were little. Arya looked at the scene speechless.

'come on, lets go.' Sandor pushed on. This wasn't a safe place for Starks anymore, if ever. A massacre at a wedding. Robb and Catelyn stark were dead.