Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

Love waits - Part 4 - Sandor x Reader

I know that Sandor's father is never named, but I thought I would provide him with one in this chapter.

"My lady.........?" Her maid began, as (Y/n) slammed the door to her room with all the force that she could muster.

"Are you........are you alright.........?" The older woman continued, as she took her ladies hand and escorted her to a chair.

"Everything is fine Nira; I just........I am just a little tired, that is all. Do.....do we have some water...........?" (Y/n) replied, doing her best to give Nira a smile. The maid nodding and quickly making her way over to a small table; pouring some water from a rather elaborate jug, before bringing it to her.

"My lady........that man......who..........?"

"That, Nira, was Sandor Clegane. Youngest son of Lord Connas Clegane. A man that is known in Kings Landing, as well as across most of the Seven Kingdoms, as the Hound." (Y/n) explained, before she took a gulp of the water.

"Do you know him............?"

"I knew him. When I was just a girl, I became the ward of Connas after the death of my father. I was cared for......not that Connas knew what care was, in his household for some time; during which, I grew to know Sandor quite well. But eventually, I could no longer stay in that cold, awful place; so.......I ran away. Ran with no idea of where I was going or what I was to do. In truth, I was sure that I was doing nothing more than running to my death; but anything was better than being there. And I have not seen Sandor since then........." The lady explained. Leaving out the detail that even as a young girl, she had been in love with Sandor; that she had wanted to do nothing more than take him away with her, until that fateful day that Gregor had burned his brother's face and ruined both their lives.

"Oh, my lady..........."

"Please Nira, it is nice of you, but I do not need sympathy. What I have been though, has just made me stronger. It has allowed me to see the world as it really is, not how others of my station, believe it to be, looking down on it from their ivory towers. And even though the only place I could go back to, was a home that was abandoned; I am now the lady of that castle, with all my father's titles and monies intact." (Y/n) explained, as she placed a hand on the older woman's shoulder.

"All in all, I would actually say that I have been quite lucky." She continued, before finishing what was left of her water.

"Now, we will have no more talk of Sandor or any other member of his family. I am not here for Clegane; I am here for whatever the king wants to speak with me about, which he has still to inform me of. So, seeing as I have had to drag myself to this odious, stinking cesspool of a city, I will hope that King Robert has furnished me with some of the good wine that I am sure he has aging in the cellars of this pile of stones." (Y/n) holding out her glass to be refilled, but this time not with water.

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Sandor made his way back to the throne room. It was still hard to believe that the girl that he had not seen in so many years, was now in Kings Landing. He had to admit that he had heard things; rumours that her father's castle that had been left abandoned, had a new resident. Yet he had been unable to do anything. When she had run off, it was as if his father had washed his hands of her, the younger Clegane often hearing the servants talking to one another, about how old Connas had said that he was glad that she was gone; that she had always been more trouble than she was worth, despite all the wealth and titles. The lord even hoping that she was dead. Sandor having wished for so long that he had run away with her, that it had just been him and her; the boy not caring where they had gone, or what they had had to do, just so long as they had not had to deal with his father and Gregor any longer. But the more that he had thought about it, the longer that she was gone, he had realised that her leaving was, at least in part, due to how he had been with her after what had happened with his brother. All she had wanted to do was talk to him, after the incident; to console him, to tell him that no matter what, he was still her best friend. Yet in a strange way, he had found himself blaming her for what had happened. That he had believed that it had had nothing to do with a toy soldier, and everything to do with the fact that Gregor and their father could see how close he and (Y/n) were; that neither of them liked it, given the plans to wed her off to Gregor when she came of age. So, what better way to come between them, than to turn him into a monster. Though it had only been his brother that had started the process, for he himself had completed it.

Suddenly he came to a stop, dropping his back against one of the walls as he realised something. Marriage.......Robert had sent for (Y/n) so that a marriage could be spoken of. Sandor not sure whom the king might have in mind; there was, as always, the notion of Loras Tyrell, despite the rumours that circled about the Knight of the Flowers, or perhaps there may be a match considered between her and the little lord. Though given how she had reacted to him mentioning his brother and a betrothal, it was obvious that the lady was as feisty as she had ever been when she was young and would not take lightly to even the king forcing her to marry. So, what was to happen......well, he would just have to wait and see. Yet he had to admit, that the idea of her being with any man, was making something gnaw at the pit of his stomach. The big man finally pushing himself back off the wall, old memories making their to the fore, as he continued on his way; hoping that when the king no longer had a need of him, he could drown them out with copious amounts of ale.