The Hounds Dragon ***Sandor Clegane***

Poor Sansa

Every fresh cut has turned various tones ranging from pale pink to white. None of it hurt anymore, not a muscle in my body was sore. The only issue I managed to have was The Hound. My path somehow never manages to cross with his. When it does he won't speak to me, Not even glare. Somebody said something to him, I know it. He has avoided me like the plague and I honestly don't appreciate it. The one friend I have in this shit hole won't breathe in my direction. I quite frankly blame Cersei. She's smart and something she would do is distance us.

I'm more stressed than ever. War is raging between the Lannisters and the Starks. They are in constant battle over what side is going to get Visenya and her dragons. Neither. The wall does. Yes, that's North, but not Stark North.

I'm talking to this woman, Sansa's handmaiden. She's dark-haired, olive-skinned, and from Essos. I quite like her. She was asking me about where she could get a good holster for under her dress. Her reasoning was for the protection of Sansa. I'm not going to dig too deep into why she needs a knife, if she needs one then she does, "So how much money were you saying you needed the other day?"

"No, my lady, I'll pay for it myself." She spoke, her accent was thick yet her voice was still so calming.

"I really insist, I've literally got a fortune for myself. I'll get you what you need, a quality version." She didn't argue, just simply nodded as she split ways with me to wake Sansa. I don't think anything of it, I simply continue to walk until I hear a high pitched voice, shrieking as it freaked out. Why is Sansa freaking out? I turn around and practically dash to her room. My hand clutches the door frame as I slowly walk in, my eyes going from Sansa to her bed, then to her handmaiden,whose name I will later learn is Shae, "Oh, Sansa..." I calmly sigh before a moment of realization hits me, and it seems to hit Shae as well.

"Flip the mattress," Shae whispered and I nodded as I helped but just before we could get it flipped another handmaiden walked in. One that's particularly loyal to Cersei.  The silence in the room was deafening, eyes all wondering to each other. The girl in the doorway then turned around, shuffling away. I give a quick nod at Shae and she leaves, chasing the handmaiden. I couldn't care what happened to the tattle tale. As long as she stays quiet.

Moments after she left I hear footsteps, then the Hound turning into her room. Shit. His breath hitched as he looked from me to Sansa. I just silently stare at him, unable to speak in this situation. The fire haired girl began sobbing, rocking herself back and forth after she sat back down in her bed. Sandor just stared at the red stain on her bed, "This isn't your place," I quietly said but I didn't get a response. Both of our eyes turning toward the door as Shae returned. She was silent as well, her look of defeat evident the moment she saw the Hound. Sandor just huffed
Before leaving and slowly began walking out, pinching the bridge of my nose, "Get her bathed and dressed, the Queen will soon request her presence."
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"I've got a question!" I huff, standing at the end of the table, the boy king sitting at one side in is prim and proper outfits, trying to spear me with his eyes from the moment I stood. Every gaze in the room flew to me. Every murmur that would come from the small council suddenly vanquished.

"What could that be?" Varys finally responded, standing as well. He's someone I've come to respect since being back South. He knows things and he knows I know them too, but this time I fear he might know more than I.

My pointer finger taps the table in a slow motion, "Where in this realm of the seven is Jaime Lannister?"

"Lady v-," he tried before I cut him off.

"Let me rephrase that, who captured Jaime Lannister?" My tapping came to a pause as I stood up straight and clasped my hands in front of me.

Joffrey looked interested, he looked slightly shocked as well. I was ordering his small council around as if he wasn't there, "I fear I don't know, perhaps I could send a bird or two?"

I pinched myself and took a deep breath before leaving where I stood and took slow strides to the large tapestry of Westeros and Essos on the wall, "If you don't tell me where on this map he is some very different ravens will be sent out."

The room was still, I already had an idea of who had him but I needed to confirm every suspicion. My eyes landed on Joffrey who looked very annoyed. Not sure if it was at me or not. I really couldn't care less if it was me. His foot stomped the floor, "Tell her where my uncle is captive!" I couldn't help but smirk and give a bit of appreciation toward him. The one time he could ever aid me was now, and it was the best timing. Baelish exited his seat and grabbed a pointer, hitting the location of a Stark and Karstark camp.

"I need specifics here Peytr," I stopped him from walking away and he game me his usual cheeky smile, "The Karstarks are having a heyday with your ex husband, I'm sure."

"Thank you." I let go of him and Joffrey is still in his fit.

"And you aren't trying to do anything about it? That is my uncle! He is near and dear to many hearts! Especially my aunts and my own!" This was unlike him. He's being kind, he's trying to do something beneficial to more people than himself.

"He's a tough man, he'll come back. I'll find him if it takes a day too long." I finalized the conversation and left. I make it maybe twenty feet down the hall before I hear quick steps behind me, "Yes, Joffrey?"

"How do you do it?"

"How do I do what?" I don't stop walking, him catching up to me.

"You're so commanding! You put fear into everyone from the moment you stand!" He was genuine. He wanted to know, he wanted to learn.

I chuckle, "Every time I stand a different argument exits my mouth, yet no one argues."

"Why?"

"Why don't they argue?" I stop walking, lowering my head and looking down at him.

His eyes were wide and interested, "Yes!"

"Because every issue I bring up they thought they swept deep under the carpets where no one would see." A smile was on my face, "Joffrey, if you ever learn anything as king, never. I mean never bury the small problems because they grow from the big ones just as sudden."

"I'll try."  He nodded, turning to return back to his council room.

"Don't try. Guarantee it."
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I should leave kings landing. I should find my way North. I need to find my dragons and leave. They're always near, but never close enough to see. I never had a chance to send them back North. Joffrey made a Royal decree that they stay where I do. Which is kings landing. Not for long.
If I stay in kings landing I'll never have another chance to leave. I'll die here. Not exactly the Targaryen dream when you're not on the throne.
I want to wear warm clothing again. Furs always suited me, and honestly, southern heat and metal armor don't mix all the well.
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"Sandor have you seen any of my dragons?" I wondered, sitting down beside him and adjust my dress as I cross my legs.

"Why should I know. They're your bloody creatures." He huffed, stinking of mead.

I pinched the bridge of my nose and groaned, "Have you seen them at all!?"

He nods, "they find their way to dragons pit in the night, tend to sleep there."

"Thank you." I go to stand but his hand wraps around my arm and forced me to sit back down.

"Why do you need them?" His face was stern, his whole focus now on me.

My eyes met his, but not quite, "I just want to see them for once."

"Nya, why do you need them?" His face saddened as he entered a realization. He knew war was near and he knew what side I would pick in a heartbeat.

I slouched, "San-,"

"Don't bloody tell me you're leaving again." His voice was sad yet angry. It was heart wrenching how he was so quick to a conclusion, the correct conclusion.

"I can't tell you anything." I frowned. The sun would be down soon and I would be gone. I need to find people, and I need to be with my dragons, I need to be North until the South demands it.