Bad Dreams / Sandor Clegane

33. Chickens

Mirror, Mirror / Viserys Targaryen out now!

''Sandor i lied.' amelia whispered that night. He pressed a kiss to her head.

''About what?'' He questioned as she curled into his side the fire dwindled between them and arya.

''I am scared.' she admitted

''I won't let anything happen to you.'' Sandor assured.

''Where will we go?'' Amelia asked

"Whereever you want gorgeous."

She was never like her siblings or her parents she was always sweet. The little ones were not bad but they were easily oushed around by joffrey. Amelia held her ground against joffrey. Spoke her mind. Sandor loved the fire within her.

''Drop the little bitch off and then im thinking free cities.'' Sandor told her. Although she did feel bad her grandfather went to war to get her back butchered the starks and their men to get her back but she didnt want war. All this started because her niave heart fell for a handsome boy... but what was clouded by her youth was crystal clear now...

"Drop arya off where though?" Amelia questioned. Sandor shrugged.

"Still thinking that through gorgeous." Sandor whispered. He pulled her in and kissed her. Her body arched up to greet him. He smiled as she kissed his lips repeatedly.

"When am I going to get my own horse?" Arya demanded the next morning.

"Little lady wants a pony." Sandor mused

"Little lady wants away from your stench." Arya corrected.

"Horses arent easy to come by. Even if they were you think im going to get you your own? You would ride away."

"Why don't you have any money? Didn't you steal from Joffrey?" Arya questioned

"No" sandor answered.

"We took my own jewels." Amelia remarked. "We didnt need to steal."

"You are not very smart." Arya remarked

"I'm not a thief."

"Just fine with murdering but thieving is below you?" Arya questioned. Amelia rolled her eyes.

"A man has a code." Sandor offered with a shrug.

"You think im going to escape. I would be dead by nightfall. I have no one!"

"Less starks the better." Amelia murmured. "You lot are a pain in the ass." 

'I was always jealous of Robb,' jon admitted. 'he always got my fathers attention, he was better at riding and fighting and the girls all loved him-' Jon remarked for the news of Robbs dead had spread like wildfire and he thought this was his chance to save someone in his family, to find Bran. Not all the starks had to die. ''but I still loved robb, he was always a good friend and an honorable man.'

'I was jealous of you.' Sam informed him. 'I felt the same about you, better at everything and defiantly more handsome.' Sam said looking down to his feet

'I'm hungry, the bitch is hungry, youre hungry.' Arya complained as they looked through the bushes at a tavern.

"I'm the bitch?" Amelia countered with a scoff.

'five horses. Five men. More than I feel like killing on an empty stomach.' Sandor told them. But arya wasn't ready to leave. Two men walked out to take a piss and arya grabbed sandor's hand pointing at one of the guards.

'I know him, the small one... his name is polliver. He captured me and brought me to Harenhal. He killed lommy.' Arya said watching him from afar.

'what the fuck is a lommy?' Amelia and sandor questioned in unison. Sandor smirked down at amelia.