Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

Love waits - Part 6 - Sandor x Reader

"Have ya lost ya mind, woman?" Sandor suddenly enquired, when he and (Y/n) were out of earshot of the throne room.

"I beg your pardon.........?" She retorted, as she stopped and looked at the big man.

This had really been the last thing that she had wanted; the last thing she needed. She believed that if she could just stay away from Sandor while she was in Kings Landing, all these foolish feelings and emotions would leave her, and then she could return to her normal life, without thinking of the younger Clegane ever again. Yet it felt like Robert was doing all he could to force him on to her, by insisting that Sandor escorted her everywhere she went.

"I said, have ya lost ya mind...........?"

"Yes, Sandor, I heard you. I was just wondering if you would have the sheer audacity to ask me it again. Now, why don't you tell me why you think I have lost my mind, before I slap you for your rudeness......." The lady countered, as she crossed her arms over her chest and drew herself up to her full height; still falling short of the man in front of her, by some considerable way.

"Tellin tha king ya wouldn't marry. Goin against his command......Do ya know what could have happened........?"

"I am well aware of what I told Robert; I do not need you to remind me; my mind is as sharp as it ever was. And I stand by what I said, I have survived in this world all these years without the need of a man to ruin my life. Some oaf that wants little more than my father's titles, lands and gold, who thinks all he has to do is put a child in my belly, and I will be a happy, content, quiet little woman, while he spends the rest of his time with mistresses and whores. No, I will not stand for it; thought perhaps if Loras Tyrell is at this tourney, he and I could come to some sort of arrangement. I am sure that the Knight of the Flowers might see a marriage between us, as mutually beneficial. He gets my father's titles, my House falls under the protection of House Tyrell, and neither of us would have to sleep with the other; I could return back to my own life, and Loras can go back to fucking Renly. Yes....... why did I not think about it sooner. There, I will marry Loras, that should please everyone....... Now, if you will excuse me.........." (Y/n) explained, before turning and continuing on her way, only to find her arm caught by a large hand.

"Ya can't marry Loras. I won't allow it........."

"You won't.......... you won't allow it.........?" (Y/n) queried in disbelief. If it had not been bad enough that he was questioning what she had said; now he was saying that he would not allow her to marry Loras Tyrell, as if he were her father.

"And what business is it of yours, if I marry Loras Tyrell. What has any of this to do with you, at all. You just asked me if I had lost my mind after telling the king that I would not marry, and now that I have thought of the perfect solution to please Robert and allow me to live as I always have, you tell me you won't allow it.....? Well, I have news for you, Sandor Clegane; you cannot stop me. Loras will expect nothing of me; and I, nothing of him. All we have to do is stand by one another's side and appear as though we are a happily married couple, when we need to; the rest of the time he can bed every stableboy and male servant in Highgarden for all I care. Now, as I said before......if you will excuse me.........." The lady once again turning to make her way back to her room.

"Then marry Loras Tyrell, ya bloody stubborn woman......See if I care...." Sandor called out.

"I will, thank you. And no one asked you to care, Sandor. You stopped giving a damn about me, a long time ago. Go back to your ale and your whores. I am sure that they miss you........." (Y/n) huffed, not prepared to go any further with this conversation. Ignoring Sandor as he called out her name.

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"My lady............" Enith, the maid said, as she stood with a tray of food in her hands. Her mistress had been in the same spot, not saying a word since she had returned from seeing the king that morning; and now it was dark.

"My lady............."

"What is it, Enith...........?" (Y/n) finally replied, without moving her eyes to look at the other woman.

"You should eat..........."

"I am fine, Enith..........."

"But..........."

"Please, Enith. I am fine, I assure you. Just leave the tray on the table and then you are dismissed for the evening. I will take care of anything else, tonight." The lady assured, as she looked at the woman that had been with her for years. (Y/n) knowing that all she wanted to do, was help; but really there was nothing that she could do. Enith simply curtsying as (Y/n) gave her a reassuring smile; the lady waiting for her to leave, until she returned her gaze to the fire.

Ever since she had got back to her rooms, she had felt guilty for what she had said to Sandor. Not the part about her possibly choosing to marry Loras, having nothing to do with him, no; it was when she had told him that he hadn't given a damn about her in years. That he should go to his whores and his ale. That was wrong of her. It just that she was not happy with being told by Robert that despite her refusal, she would still have to wed; that she would have to pick a man even though she had no desire to. And Sandor had been there to get the brunt of her anger. He just saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. He seeming to care about her now, when it was to many years too late. The years when she had needed him, when she had wanted him with her; another lifetime ago, now. But tomorrow, she would do her best to be a little kinder to Sandor, if she saw him. It not his fault that she would have to pick a man. It not his fault that she had lost her heart to him when they were still children, and she refused to give it to anyone else, no; but all she could do now, was hope that she could find a man that would agree to not bed her, even if they were man and wife. And hope that she could get through all this without her real feeling for the younger Clegane, becoming obvious to all in the Red Keep, especially to Sandor.