You're Losing Me / Ned Stark / Sandor Clegane

12. Scar

Sofia yawned stretching out in bed, she felt sandor beside her. He grumbled as her fist collided with him. She chuckled looking him over, their silence was stolen quickly as Nessa came running in. 

"FIA I LOST DADDY!" Nessa shouted. 

"Oh baby, he is right here." Sofia consoled. 

"What/" Nessa looked at the bed seeing sandor. "Are you my new mommy?" Nessa questioned. 

"No." Sofia corrected making sandor grunt low in his throat. "I love you though, so much."

"But daddy was here?" Nessa questioned. 

"Yeah..."

"You are late, boy. Tomorrow you will be here at midday." Syrio Forel declared.

"Who are you?" Arya questioned.

"Your dancing master, Syrio Forel."

Syrio threw a wooden sword to Arya, she did not catch it, but dropped it.

"Tomorrow you will catch it. Now pick it up. That is not the way, boy. This is not a great sword that is needing two hands to swing it." Syrio declared.

"It's too heavy." Arya corrected.

"So you love Fia?" Nessa questioned as Sandor got a drink. 

"I like Fia." Sandor answered, fuck yes he loved her but he couldnt say that. 

"You don't love me San?" Sofia purred. Sandor glanced back at her as she batt her eyelashes at him. 

"Fuck off." Sandor grumbled. 

"This is my chambers," Sofia reminded him laying out on the bed. Nessa jumped up smiling as she jumped on the bed. Sofia held her hands keeping her from falling. "My little princess," Sofia said, a smile on her lips as she focused on Nessa. "You jump so high!" 

"I'm gonna fly!" Nessa agreed. 

"It is heavy as it needs to be to make you strong. Just so. One hand is all that is needed. Now you are standing all wrong. Turn your body side-face. So. You are skinny. That is good. The target is smaller. Now the grip... Let me see. The grip must be delicate." Syrio corrected.

"What if I drop it?" Arya countered.

Ned watched Arya with a smile, he knew Arya was in good hands but what happened next with Sofia that was still up in the air. He loved her, she had been like family for years but being at the capital, getting to see her every day, the journey here was amazing until the wolves incident. He loved getting to see his sofia right away. But he was married and he knew he had to keep his distance because she was still unwed and innocent. He couldnt take his own desires into his hands. She deserved more than what he could give her. 

" The steel must be part of your arm. Can you drop part of your arm? No. Nine years Syrio Forel was first sword to the Sealord of Braavos. He knows these things. You must listen to me, boy." Syrio demanded.

"I'm a girl." Arya declared.

" Boy, girl... You are a sword, that is all. That is the grip. You are not holding a battle-axe. You are holding..." Syrio corrected indifferent.

"A needle." Arya declared confidently.

"Ahhh... Just so. Now we will begin the dance. Remember, child, this is not the dance of the Westeros we are learning... The knight's dance, hacking and hammering. This is the Bravo's dance... The water dance. It is swift and sudden. All men are made of water, do you know this? If you pierce them, the water leaks out and they die. Now you will try to strike me."