Bad Dreams / Sandor Clegane

4. Miserable

'Rough night imp?' Sandor questioned fixing his boots. He had a rough night himself agonizing over the future before those green eyes opened, and Amelia leaned in, giving him a kiss. He slept great after that holding her close, remembering that this was going to be the last night they could do this, so he wanted to savor it. He did savor it. He savored the feel of her beside him, her heartbeat against him. Her breath on his chest he savers every glorious thing that was Amelia Baratheon.

'If I get through this without scratching one end or the other it will be a miracle.' Tyrion told him drunkenly, his head was spinning, he hated the north.

'Didn't pick you for a hunter.'

'I am the greatest in the land my spear never misses.' he said drunkenly, his words slurred.

'It's not hunting if you pay for it.' Sandor remarked getting up as Tyrion closed his eyes again leaning against the stables.

"Hi sandor." Amelia said smiling up at

" hi gorgeous." he answered. She blushed as he passed before her eyes locked on her uncle.

"Uncle Tyrion!" Tyrion's eyes flickered open.

"So loud, so early my dear." Tyrion told her as she sat down where Sandor was. "Hello my dear. I hear you are getting married. Today."

"Today." She agreed happily. She was nervous, but a nervous, sort of excited.

"I'm happy for you, but I'm going to miss you." Tyrion told her. Sandor smiled down at her. It was a sad smile. A pitiful smile, a smile, but said I hate this. But I'm going to pretend for your sake.

"I think you need some practice before the big night." Sandor half mused, Tyrion scoffed and Amelia bit her lip, trying to hold back a smile.

"You are shameless.' Amelia told him.

"Just an offer." Sandor winked as he passed. And a request in a pleading begging moment of he needed her, and he wanted to tell her that.

"I could have his tongue." Tyrion remarked.

"Sandor is harmless." Amelia assured and sandor barked a laugh. "YOU ARE!" she called back to him. She would be lying if she said she hadn't thought about it. Sandor was the only man beside her uncles and her fathers that had really been there for her, her whole life. He was a man. She looked up to a man that protected her, held her close always made sure she had a smile on her face. She was usually the reason for that smile. But it was foolish thinking such things now because she was going to be wed. To someone else.

"Come on, lets get you married."

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Amelia spun around in her dress, a lion pendant on her neck as her hair was finished. Cersei stood behind her daughter tears in her eyes.

"Mama?" Amelia questioned.

"Oh honey, you look so beautiful. So grown up." Cersei remarked. "Robb seems nice." Cersei said stiffly.

"He is." Amelia agreed. He consumed her mind since they met yesterday and Amelia was ready to be a stark. There was a small knock on the door. Marcella ran to get it.

"Hello Lord Bran.' She answered and Amelia turned around.

"Hello." His hands were behind his back as he stared up at them.

"I think you have an admirer.' Cersei whispered to Amelia.

"Could I have a moment with the Princess?" Bran asked quietly. Cersei smirked.

"Of course." Amelia agreed as Cersei led Marcella out. "Hello Bran."

"You look really beautiful." He told her stepping forward.