Selfish // Sandor Clegane

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗𝐕𝐈

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𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐘, Sansa followed me around the court almost every moment of the day like a lost puppy with a look of pity on her face.

Keeping secrets like my relationship with the Hound from by sister wasn't very bright, but it I was afraid of her being manipulated by Cersei on telling the truth about us.

I feel Sansa's hand gripping the skirts of my teal dress as the High Septon spoke prayers for Princess Myrcella who was sent to Dorne to marry Prince Trystane Martell.

The little girl wept, looking at her mother, who also wore a pained expression. Then Cersei looks at her brother, her gaze changing into one full of wrath.

"One day I pray you love someone. I pray you love her so much, when you close your eyes you see her face. I want that for you. I want you to know what it's like to love someone, to truly love someone, before I take her from you" The Imp turns and leaves, leaving Cersei alone in her misery. When I can't see Tyrion anymore I shift my gaze to his nephew, who is scolding his little brother

"Princes don't cry"

"I saw you cry" Sansa tells him and I try not to smile at her

"Did you say something, my lady?" The King asks

"My little brother cried when I left Winterfell"

"So?"

"It seems a normal thing"

"Is your little brother a prince?"

"No"

"Not really relevant then, is it?" the boy leaves annoyed, calling for his dog

As the Royal Party walks back to the Keep, peasants start yelling for their wicked King

"Murderer! Bastard!"

"Please, Your Grace, we're hungry!"

The bad part starts when a pie was thrown at Joffrey.

"Kill them! Kill them all!"

I don't see Sansa anywhere, but searching her right now would be a death wish. I continue slipping through the chaos, praying no commoner would see me. Suddenly, an elbow is tossed in my way. Luckily for me, the man was too busy fighting a Kingsguard, so I quietly move further, afraid even to let out my breath.

The first thing I did when I entered the Keep was to scan people around, hoping Sansa is there. I wait a few seconds, before letting myself fall on the ground next to a pillar, sighing. Where are you, Sansa?

After me, Joffrey and his mother come. Without Sansa. "Traitors! I'll have their heads" he shouts out empty threats

"Oh, you blind, bloody fool" his uncle shouts back at his

"You can't insult me!"

"We've had vicious Kings and we've had idiot Kings, but I don't know if we've ever been cursed with a vicious idiot for a King"

And Sandor...Where's Sandor?

"You can't-"

"I can, I am"

Their little argument makes me forget about Sandor and my sister for a while, however the thought always comes back

"They attacked me!"

"They threw a cow pie at you, so you decided to kill them all. They're starving, you fool. All because a war you started"

"You're talking to a King!"

"And now I've struck a King. Did my hand fall from my wrist" If Sansa was with me, I would've laughed, but now, the feeling of worry does not allow me to.

Tyrion acknowledges me and I mutter my sister's name, making the dwarf realise she's not here

"Where's the Stark girl?" he yells

"Let them have her" Joffrey screams

"If she dies,you'll never get your uncle Jaime back. You owe him quite a bit, you know."

"Take some men and go find the Stark girl" Tyrion orders Meryn Trant

"I take my orders from the King" the Knight spits

And just as if my prayers have been answered Sandor steps in, with my sister over his shoulder. I get up faster than I ever did and rushed to Sansa's side

"Are you hurt, my lady?" The Imp asks. Sansa shook her head and grabbed my hand

"The little bird's bleeding. Someone take her back to her cage" says a full of blood Sandor "See to that cut'

Helping Sansa return to her bedchamber I look behind "Well done, Clegane" Tyrion congratulates him

The Hound locks his gaze with mine "I didn't do it for you" he tells Tyrion

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𝐈 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐈𝐓 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 to tend Sandor's wounds. Joffrey made me move in his chamber saying that "his dog should enjoy his reward every time he wants", so I had a lot of time to try to convince him to let me help.

He forces himself to sit still, as I wipe the blood with a water soaked cloth. After finishing to patch him up I place myself on his lap, undoing his breeches. The man relaxes and lets me get on top of him properly without complain.

I push Sandor from his sitting position on the bed, and just as his head hits the pillow I put my hands on his chest for support. His palms travel to my hips, not disturbing my slow pace.

"Is the little bird alright" he breaths out

"Still shaken up a bit, but fine. I'll sneak out later to sleep with her." I inform him and bend lower to kiss my lover through his ragged breaths.

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