Painfully boring moons it was. Fake smiles and fake moans. Every man liked to believe that they were special and loved. Every man wanted to be called the best and the biggest. The most experienced and the sexiest but none of them were. Not compared to sandor at least. Daphne missed him dearly. They had spent every night together for over five months and she knew it was foolish and irresponsible of her to fall for a client but he very quickly became more than that. He only saw her no one else which the other girls were glad of.
Petyr Baelish called upon Daphne a few times, each time paying her handsomely before sending her on her way. Every time he called out Cat. Daphne didn't question it. Perhaps he had a cat fetish. Should she meow the next time?
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It was 2 and a half moons later then royal family arrived home. Sandor along with them. Every time her door opened she hoped it would be sandor but it wasnt. Time and time again she got her hopes up but then as she was giving up for the night there was a soft knock at the door she pulled on her dressing robe and peered out Petyr stood waiting for her.
'come with me.' he instructed. She tied her robe around her tighter as he offered her an arm.
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Sandor was going crazy. He missed her. He loved her. He didnt know if she was safe. He knew how soldiers could be. He didnt want her to be subjected to that. Why would little finger send her away? Sandor couldnt even step foot in a brothel after that. When the war was done she would come home. To him.
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Whore // Sandor Clegane // Tryion Lannister
FanfictionA new whore at Bealishs brothel house finds herself captivated by a certain Hound before being sent to Tywin Lannisters war camps and meeting Tyrion. +++ Most characters belong to GRRM
