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

non leg leg?

Supper. With her fam... with the starks.

'the queen has requested your prescene at the high table.' Tyrion informed kitty coming up behind her as she searched for sandor among the crowds of people in the banquet hall, he stood out in the crowd obviously.

'I am not sitting up there Tyrion, I was never allowed to eat at these things previously, I'm certainly not eating with them now.' kitty informed him walking off.

'Hey flower' he said as she sat next to him, pushing food around her plate.

'Hello Sandor...' she whispered leaning into him. Sandor poured her drink she drank it down quickly and he poured her another he had never seen her drink before but she took it down like a pro. Well maybe not a pro. She made a face as she downed the first drink.

'Don't like the taste flower?' sandor asked but she slid her glass over to him nodding for another he obliged.

'What happens when this is all over?' She asked him sipping her second drink

'What do you mean flower?' sandor questioned running a hand up and down her spine.

'I mean where will we go? What will happen? I don't wanna lose you.' she confessed. 'can we get to the free cities? Would they even take a person like me, my family didn't want me why would strangers?' kitty drawled her head spinning. 'I don't want to lose you.'

'My little flower, you're never gonna lose me.' he told her and kissed her cheek

'Just promise me that when this is over...' she didn't know what she wanted him to promise. 'Promise me this is forever.'

'Flower, you are never going to lose me I promise, I'm always gonna be right here.' he tapped a finger against her chest.

'Promise me.' she repeated, he held her delicate face gently in his large hands.

'I promise, you and me. this is forever.' Sandor assured her.

Three drinks in and kitty was starting to feel funny. She started to hiccup and giggle giggle and stumble around, tyrion noticed and excused himself from the high table.

'My head feels funny. Fuzzy. Everything feels funning tyrion... why does everything seem...' she stumbled and fell on to her knees. 'Haha everything is... its like im on a boat. Are we on a boat?' She asked him looking around, it looked like winterfell but it was swaying.

'Kitty your drunk' Tyrion said, and sandor chuckled.

'I only had a drink and a half,' she pointed at sandor 'and San drank the other half.' She informed him.

'You are lightweight sweetie.' Tyrion told her reaching for her arm so she wouldn't fall.

'She had three drinks.' sandor told him

'2 and a half you drank mine i know it.' Kitty said laughing, pointing at finger at sandor but there was two of him now... she moved her finger back and forth between the two sandor's.

'2 and a half' sandor agreed.

'Do you have a twin? I'm seeing two of you...' she blinked a few times.

'I dont think I've ever seen her drunk hell I don't think I've ever seen her drink,' tyrion remakred 'she doesn't like the taste of it.'

'okay back to one.' She said as the two sandors merged into one again.

'Well I think she liked the taste of it tonight, right flower?' sandor questioned kissing her, pulling her to him, she giggled at his touch.

'Wine is yummy,' she slurred.