"Very well, I'll lead the sortie." Tyrion declared. If he thought that would shame the Hound back to valor, he was wrong. Clegane only laughed as he walked off.
"You?" Sandor called back. He scoffed disappearing into the darkness.
Tyrion could see the disbelief on their faces.
"Me. Ser Mandon, you'll bear the king's banner. Pod, my helm." The boy ran to obey.
Sansa ran back to her room sealing the door shut only to see Sandor sitting in her room she nearly jumped out of her skin
'I'm not going to hurt you.' Sandor told her.
'what are you doing here?' Screams could be heard outside the window.
'Don't panic.' Sandor told sansa
'What are you doing here?' sansa questioned nervously
'I'm not here for long, I'm going.' Sandor told them
'Where?''
'Someplace that isn't burning he told them. North might be, could be.' he remarked
'What about the king?' Sansa stammered.
'Fuck the king.' Sandor spat. 'The king can die just fine on his own,' he informed her as he took a long sip. 'I could take you with me take you to Winterfell. I'll keep you safe,' he told her 'do you want to go home?' but sansa hesitated.
"Where's Jae?"
"Out there, somewhere." Sandor offered. Sansa wouldnt leave without Jae.
''I'll be safe here Stannis won't hurt me.' Sansa said. Sandor took a step forward and she flinched back.
''Look at me,' Sandor told her and Sansa's eyes moved up to him. 'Stannis is a killer the Lannister's are killers your father was a killer your brother is A Killer your sons will be killer someday. The world is built by killers so you better get used to looking at them,' he said staring down at her.
''Stanis won't hurt me.' Sansa told him again 'You won't hurt me either,' Sansa said hopefully looking to Sandor.
'No little bird I won't hurt you,' sandor agreed.
"You won't hear me shout out Joffrey's name," Tyrion told them. "You won't hear me yell for Casterly Rock either. This is your city Stannis means to sack, and that's your gate he's bringing down. So come with me and kill the son of a bitch!" Tyrion unsheathed his axe, wheeled the stallion around, and trotted toward the sally port. He thought they were following, but never dared to look.
You don't feel your wounds then, or the ache in your back from the weight of the armor, or the sweat running down into your eyes. You stop feeling, you stop thinking, you stop being you, there is only the fight, the foe, this man and then the next and the next and the next, and you know they are afraid and tired but you're not, you're alive, and death is all around you but their swords move so slowly, you can dance through them laughing. This was the Battle fever. Let them kill me if they can, Jae challenged.
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When Sansa woke she found Jae sitting beside her. She shot up staring back at him.
"Is this a beautiful dream?" Sansa questioned hugging him.
"I'm here." Jae corrected. "It's over."
"Who won?" Sansa countered. He ran a hand through her hair offering her a small smile. "Of course the Lannisters won." Sansa agreed.
"We had some help from Tywin and the Tyrells." Jae remarked. "But-"
"You are bleeding," Sansa remarked. Jae glanced at his bleed through bandages.
"Its nothing, just a scratch." Sansa didnt ask for permission she moved his shirt up revealing a muscled stomach, sweat stained his clothes, blood smeared his skin.
"I'm okay." jae assured.
"I was so worried about you." Sansa whispered hugging him more gently.
"I told you I would come back to you."
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Mirrorball // Sansa Stark
FanfictionSansa Stark always wanted the lush and lavish life, Jae Gatsby had it. But the king had others plans for her in westeros. Can Gatsby save her from the game of thrones or will he get swept up in the madness? 🐺 "Hush, I know they say the end is nea...
