Dreams Didn't Make Us Kings... Dragons Did -ASOIAF smut

You're already on thin fucking ice

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Your footsteps were somehow both silent and quicker than his horses, something Sandor loathed as he chased about after you. Being your personal guard was apparently an honour, however the past two years of this honour made him consider if locking princesses in a tower was still socially acceptable.

While you sure had your moments of being tolerable, sometimes even pleasant, to the giant they called your guard dog, right now was not one of them. Usually, he appreciated your sarcastic remarks to your younger brother Joffrey, agreeing with most of your snippy quips, however today it had led to a fight between you both.

This then led to you storming around the castle, with Sandor falling behind, then to a fight with your mother which Sandor had to listen to through a door despite being absolutely starving. When he could finally go and eat you decided to go on a walk through the forest unannounced which forced him to track you down and bring you back.

"Try not to get lost again princess," Sandor said through gritted teeth, trying not to let his stomach grumble.

You rolled your eyes as you sat on your chair in front of the fire. "I was never lost. You just couldn't find me"

Sandor rolled his eyes and as he went to leave Jamie fucking Lannister decided to stop him.

"The queens requested for you to stay in this room and guard the princess"

"What about my fucking break?" Sandor spat back, not having the same gentle voice as your uncle.

"Well, it will have to wait. There are Dornish ambassadors riding into court and we cannot risk her...getting lost again" You couldn't help stifling a laugh making Sandor want to fling you out of the window. Jamie leaned in closer, whispering to Sandor and getting his slimy breath all over him, "Prince Oberyn is coming, and we cannot risk her sullying her reputation" he said in a whisper only Sandor could hear.

"But me staying in her room all night is fine?"

Jamie looked the hound up and down before smirking. "Don't you worry, I don't think anyone will question your activities. Goodnight Clegane, best behaviour princess," Your uncle called to you before leaving, the door slamming behind him.

Sandor groaned as he began to strip off his cloak. Like fuck was he gonna be kitted up all night in this. "What did he whisper?" you asked, reaching over to grab a grape. Sandor couldn't tell if the way you popped it in your mouth made him more hungry, horny, or fucking angry.

"Prince Oberyn is coming to court," Sandor said as he tossed his cloak on a chair, "So, I've been commanded to guard you all night so you don't go falling in his bed"

Most women would gasp or swoon or deny the accusation, but you just barked out a laugh. It was another one of your few redeeming qualities in Sandors eyes. "How much of a whore does he think I am?" you joked, picking up your wine. Sandor stomped over to the table, snatching the wine from your grip before plopping down in a chair. "Hey!"

"You've been a fucking brat all day, the least you owe me is a drink"

"My, my, swearing in front of a lady, a princess no less," you shook your head in disapproval as Sandor began to unbuckle his armour, "Not very honourable of you ser"

"I'm no ser," he said, discarding the battered metal as he reached for the next piece, "And besides I've done far less honourable things to you than curse in front of you," this was of course his favourite quality of his princess. Even when you annoyed him to his core you were still the best fuck he'd ever had. "Fuck-you've said worse things than I have!"