Selfish // Sandor Clegane

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗𝐗𝐗𝐈𝐗

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𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐒 already fed and I ate early, so I just observed the people at the table and mostly tried not to break Tormund's feelings by laughing at his attempt to impress Brianne. The woman brought a great pain upon me, but I did not allow myself to concentrate on my hate against her. She saved Sansa from the Boltons.

"Sorry about the food" Edd apologises to Sansa "It's not what we're known for"

"That's alright" Sansa answered " there are more important things"

A brother of the Watch enters with a letter for Jon. My brother opens it anxiously and by the look in his eyes it doesn't seem like it's too good.

"To the traitor and bastard Jon Snow,
You allowed thousand of Wildlings past the Wall. You have betrayed your own kind. You have betrayed the North. Winterfell is mine, bastard, come and see." The words of the Lord who narrated this showed to us he's more of a boastful, brazen than a smart, calculated one. He didn't make threats like Littlefinger.

"Your brother Rickon is in my dungeon" Jon pauses and him, me and Sansa share a worried glance.

"His direwolf's skin is on my floor. Come and see. I want my bride back. Send her to me, bastard and I will not trouble you and your Wildling lovers"

"Keep her from me and I will ride north and slaughter every Wildling man, woman and babe living under your protection" Tormund tenses at the promise "You will watch as I skin them living. You -" Jon stops, deranged by the letter's context

"Go on" Sansa urges him

"It's just more of the same" Sansa snatches the parchment from Jon's hand

"You will watch as my soldiers take turns on raping both of your sisters. You will watch as my dogs devour your wild little brother and newborn nephew. Then I will spoon your eyes from their sockets and let my dogs do the rest" My face remains still. They will not take him from me. I will not allow it

"Come and see. Ramsay Bolton, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North" she sighs, putting down the letter.

"Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North" Jon fumes

"His father's dead" Sansa says "Ramsay killed him. And now he has Rickon"

"We don't know that"

"Yes we do"

"How many man does he have in his army?" Tormund questions

"I heard him say 5,000 once when he was talking about Stannis' attack"

"How many men do you have?" Mt brother turns to the Wildling

"That can march and fight? 2,000" Tormund's answer disappointed me completly, but I did not let them see it
"The rest are children and old people"

"You're the son of the last Warden of the North" Sansa states "Northern families are loyal. They'll stand for you and fight if you ask." she tries to convince Jon "A monster has taken our home and our brother. We have to go back to Winterfell and save them both" I sigh in relief at Jon's nod.

I spend the rest of the day away from the worries of war, along with little Bran in the bed of my warm chamber. His delicate fingers coil around a lock of my hair, a thing that he kept doing often to me or even Stranger and he gives me a toothless smile. What would I not give for Sandor to be with us.

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