Duty or Desire // Jon Snow // Robb Stark

Joffrey vs Odetta

Odetta loved having sandor at winterfell. Joffrey and the rest of the baratheons, less so. She showed sandor all her favorite spots her favorite books her favorite flowers that only grew in the north. It was like a dream come true getting her brother back but all dreams require a waking period and Bran falling was a wake up call.

Screams rang out in the courtyard as Catelyn fell before Brans limp body, Odetta stared up at the window he fell from before dropping to her knees, Rickon held tight to her as Catelyn sobbed over Bran. Odie ran a hand over Brans neck she felt a pulse, a maester came rushing in and Odie scooped up Rickon hugging him to her as Bran was examined. It felt like forever waiting. The starks stayed in the common room, waiting for news, no one spoke. It was eerily quiet. The only sound was the crackle of the fire and the soft sobs echoing from Brans room, Catelyn hadn't left his side.

'I'm going to check on him.' Odie said standing up as Joffrey walked in.

'why is it so quiet!' he demanded. 'I thought you people were supposed to be fun!' he declared.

'Their brother fell, from a rather high peak.' Odie told him, sandor was right, she didn't like Joffrey. She could barely stand dealing with him for a few minutes at a time she couldn't imagine spending hours every single day with him.

'yes and?' Joffrey questioned.

'he is hurt. We are all worried about him.' Odie told him.

'I don't understand what all the fuss is about.' Joffrey muttered.

'how would you like it if your brother fell from that tower?' odie shouted at him.

'It that a threat!' Joffrey spat, but Odie wasn't intimidated by this boy. 'are you threatening me?' sandor stepped forward but Odie took a threatening step towards him.

'I don't make threats.' Odie told him. 'If I wanted you hurt, you would be already.' She informed him. Joffrey was at a loss for words, scoffing and stuttering.

'HOUND!' he shouted and sandor stepped forward. 'Someone needs to be taught a lesson!" Joffrey shouted. Sandor looked between Odie and Joffrey the starks watched in horror. They knew that Sandor adored his little sister, surely he wouldn't hurt her. 'Show her what happens when you threaten a prince.'

'I just told you, you little prick.' Odie told him confidently. Jon jumped when he saw odie fist her hand, she was going to punch the prince and get herself killed, Robb jumped up as well holding her back, for a little think she was so strong. Robb jumped in front of Odie.

'she is just worried, Bran has become like a brother to her. she didn't mean any offense.' Robb assured him.

'HOUND!' jofrey demanded.

'Come on.' Sandor said taking odie outside.

'Nice and bloody!" Joffrey called after them. robb and jon watched in horror. Surely he wouldn't. sandor loved one thing in this world and it was his little sister.

'You are going to get yourself killed!' sandor muttered pulling her to him once they were outside. 'first gregor and now a fucking prince, Odetta!' sandor scolded.

'he is a cunt.' Odie said. 'has he no heart? Bran is hurt and he wants to know why we are not dancing and feasting?' odie shouted and sandor pulled her deeper into the woods.

'Peanut you need think, not with your fists but with your head.' Sandor tapped a large finger against her head.

'I have your temper.' She said softly.

'you blaming your actions on me?' sandor teased.

'I mean... you did teach me to fight back.' Odie offered.

'because I didn't want Gregor bashing your head in.' sandor reminded her. 'you are damn lucky I'm that little shits guard and not someone else. Anyone else would have listened and beat you.' Sandor told her. 'beat you!' he reiterated. 'I need you to lay low and- you know what don't talk to any of the royal cunts. Got it?' sandor told her, she crossed her arms over her chest in rebellion. 'ODETTA.' Sandor warned her arms dropped to her sides and she nodded. 'I need to hear you say it.' Sandor told her.

'I will avoid the royal cunts unless provoked.' Odie told him with her best pout.

'that's not what I said.' Sandor reminded her.

'I will try but-'

'no fucking buts, ODETTA!' sandor declared.

'fine. I will stay away from the royal cunts.' She repeated. He hugged her close.

'you are damn fucking lucky it was me.' sandor muttered.

'how do you put up with him every day?' odie questioned as he led her back to the castle.

'lots of ale.' Sandor told her.