Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

Love waits - Part 3 - Sandor x Reader

For Dyygjhtrd

The walk was a strange one. Well, what do you say to someone that you haven't seen in years? What do you say to someone that wanted nothing to do with you, because of an incident that was not your fault? What do you say to someone that you had once loved, but believed had never cared about you in return? That, and for the first time (Y/n) had to admit that she felt intimidated by Sandor. It was true that even as a boy, the younger Clegane had much bigger than her; but she had never felt scared of him. He was just Sandor, her Sandor; the boy, that despite of everything, had always been so sweet to her. Had always put up with the way that she would wake him up early, dragging him from his bed, so that they could escape; so that they could go on their little adventures and avoid Gregor and his father. But now, he towered above her, and he had done nothing but huff and grumble as they made their way down the corridors. (Y/n) wishing that the king had just let her find her own way. Wishing that Robert had never sent that raven in the first place.

"You've changed." A gruff voice suddenly said. (Y/n) not stopping walking or bothering to turn her attention to the man by her side.

"And so have you. It's called growing up. I am not that young girl anymore, and you are most certainly not that young boy." The lady quickly replied; feeling annoyed that he would say something like that. (Y/n) knowing that Sandor had never been a fool, yet that remark seemed to be the most foolish thing to say. The last time that they had seen one another, she had been little more than a child; but now she was a woman. A woman that had managed to make her way in the world, despite the fact that she was alone, that she had no one.

"Gregor isn't here." He continued. (Y/n) able to hear the hatred in his voice as he mentioned his brother's name.

"And why would I care if Gregor is here or not.......?"

"Ya were betrothed..........." This time (Y/n) did stop. This time she did look at him; Sandor turning as he realised that she was no longer by his side. The large man not missing her clenched fists, nor the fire in her eyes.

"No. In your father's mind I may have been betrothed to Gregor. In Gregor's mind I may have been betrothed to him; but in truth, all I was, was a scared little girl that could not remember her mother and had lost her father. What I was, was a girl that had her father's titles, his land, and wealth, that your father wanted for himself; and what better way to get those, than to force me into a marriage with his oldest son. I would rather have died than be wed to your brother. I would rather have thrown myself from a cliff, than have to give myself to him. Though I doubt I would have been alive for too long if I had married Gregor. I am sure that once he had everything that I had to my name, I would have met my end in one way or another. Some........accident that would mean that your brother was free to marry again; but this time, he would have my families gold and titles." (Y/n) barked at the large men. Sandor finding himself moving back ever so slightly, as she stormed over to him.

He didn't know why he had mentioned Gregor. Sandor knew that (Y/n) had always hated Gregor; that she had always been scared of him. The young girl even refusing to be in the same room as his older brother. But in truth, he hadn't really known what else to say. Yes, it would probably have been better if he had said nothing, and just walked her to her room, and left; yet the words had slipped out. And even though he was managing to keep his usual stoic look on his face, he had to admit that what he had said, was ridiculous.......wrong. Yet he felt as though it was either that, or it would have been him confessing all the emotions that were currently bombarding him.

When she had run away, Sandor had blamed everyone and everything; but most of all, himself. He had turned his back on her after what had happened with Gregor; he had pushed her away believing that she could not love him, given how his face was now disfigured. Even when she had stood at his door for hours trying to talk to him; trying to tell him that all she wanted to do was see him and that nothing had changed between them, he had ignored her. Holding his pillows over his ears as she had sobbed. And then.......then she was gone. The only thing that had brought light and love into his dark world, had left him. The walls around his heart becoming higher, thicker from that moment; until he believed in nothing. Until he believed that he would never know love; that he did not deserve love.

Yet now she was here, stood before him. The beautiful girl that he had loved, was now the most exquisite of women. She had blossomed, bloomed into something so perfect, that she took his breath away. Sandor feeling that his walls were beginning to shake; that they were beginning to crack. But as much as he wanted to reach out and touch her, as much as he had wanted to apologise for what he had just said; as much as he wanted to say sorry for what he had done all those years ago, surly too much time had passed. That, and he was still a scarred monster, he was the Hound. A man that needed nothing, wanted nothing more than the love he had for killing.

"My lady.........?" A nervous voice suddenly came. (Y/n) finally turning her fiery gaze from the big man to a door behind her, seeing the face of her maid looking at her and Sandor.

"Thank you for your escort." The lady said sharply, as she looked back to Sandor, giving him a slight curtsy before making her way to the room. The door slamming forcibly behind her. Sandor able to do nothing more than drop his head and make his way back to the king.