The Hounds Dragon ***Sandor Clegane***

Not the last

"Lady Visenya, I have news of your dear friend Tyrion Lannister," Varys says to me and I stare at him with tired, yet angry eyes. I don't want to see him, especially this early in the morning. I've barely slept in the past few days, sending letter after letter to city after city. My hands ached and the skin under my eyes darkened. The great outdoors wasn't in the equation as much, so my skin was paler than usual, Frankly, I looked dead. 

"What of him." I sigh, accidentally slamming my fist on the table, I only meant to set my hand down.

Varys jumps back a little, a surprised look on his face, I could also tell he was trying to catch a glimpse of what I was looking at on the papers. I quickly flip them over, still staring for his response, "I will tell you when you are strong enough to look at me straight." He says, turning to leave.

"That'll be a while, Varys." I groaned, wiping my face with my hand, just trying to wake my nerves. 

"He's right Nya." I hear a voice say, I don't bother looking up as I see the large shadow cast upon my desk.

"I need to work."

"You need to sleep." he reminds me.

"No."

He stares for a second, "I've been through four guard shifts in the past three days here, and it seems you haven't slept a wink."

"Is that why you took that double shift, just to see if I sleep in here too?"

"Seven hells woman, You need to just take care of yourself." he's becoming frustrated with my good, half-assed arguments.

"I need to take care of this work first." I point at the papers, signing off another one, looking at Sandor for a moment.

"You're a fucking idiot," he grumbles, walking over and picking me up out of the chair I've been slumped in the past days. He puts me down once we enter the hallway, and he helps me walk straight, taking me to rest, but he's not stupid, he knows I've got more work in my chambers.

"My chambers are that way," I point, yawning mid-sentence.

"I know." he quietly and sternly responds and I decide to let him lead me. Wherever I'm going will have a bed regardless.  We go downstairs, the halls getting darker and darker. I can smell the sea and hear it more prominently down here. The brick walls are slightly damp, the torches freshly lit. It's early in the morning. I look out of one of the windows in the hallway and see the sky above the water. The beautiful almost water-colored mixture of blue, purple, orange, and yellow.

"You're taking me to your room?" I ask, looking up at him. He simply nods, his eyes, soft.

I hear footsteps down the hallway, I stand straight and Sandor takes his arm off of me and returns to looking forward with almost the same stoic face I make. Finally, the figure emerges, Ser Meryn Trant. One of the biggest cunts I've ever met, excluding Prince Joffrey.

"Why have you got this flower down here, hidden in the dark of these halls?" Meryn asks putting his hand out to touch my face, but I move my chin up, and he puts his hand down. Clearly not wanting to touch my scars.

"Lady Visenya asked for an escort, she wanted to watch the sunrise," Sandor said, looking down at the man who still looks at me.

"Very well." He picks up my hand not realizing it's the scarred one and goes to kiss it, I pull my hand away and slap him, hard. He stumbles back and looks at me for a moment before he sees the hand he tried to kiss, and his face almost turns to disgust. I don't mind his face because blood starts coming out of his mouth. It's not much, but I just know the slap hurt.

"Get out of my sight." I sternly say, using the rest of the energy I can conjure. Meryn nods his head, looking down before he quickly walks away. I let my posture go and Sandor puts his arm around me again.  Taking me the rest of the way.