Not To Be Dramatic // Jon Snow

26. Hound

"How many queens are there now?"

"Two." Jon answered but he looked to selma. She blushing feeling like a queen with him.

"And you spend too much with free folk to bend?"

"They are not worth bending for." Selma assured.

"Your grace." Edd said running up to them. "You are going to want to see this. They said they wanted to go beyond the wall."

"Why?" Selma countered.

"Idiots." Tormund answered.

Peering past jon as they got to the cells selma saw Sandor in the cell.

"Snow?" Sandor asked. "Little wolf." He said with clarity. Selma froze.

Seeing sandor again brought back memories of the capital. Memories selma tried to push down when be said her name.

"You will be grateful of the hateful things i do when im the only one standing between you and king joffrey." Sandor had warned.

When he found her trying to escape at the raid he had grabbed her by the neck and pinned her to the wall.

"You know what joffrey would do if he knew you were trying to run?" Sandor had asked. Selma struggled against his grip hands clawing at his arm as he lifted her easily off the ground. "He would skin you. He would make me skin you for treason."

"Then kill me." Selma barked back at him. "I dont want him. I wont marry him. I refuse!"

"I should rape you and leave you for dead girl." Sandor debated.

"Do it. I would rather die than be joffreys pet to torment for the rest of my miserable life!" She had thought he was going to do it to but he let her go and led her back to the castle. Not another word spoken about that day to joffrey or each other.

Then the last time she saw him. When he asked her to come with him

"Why should i trust you? You threatened to rape and kill me quite a few times." Selma had reminded him as he stalked closer to her.

"Maybe i rape you now. A last fuck you to the king. Sully his bride to be." Sandor agreed. Before she could blink a blade was at her throat and she was pinned to the bed. He hand was fisting her hair. "Sing for your little life girl."

"I dont know-"

"Wrong answer-"

"Gentle Mother, font of mercy, save our sons from war, we pray, stay the swords and stay the arrows, let them know a better day." Selma whispered out as she tried to sing but her words were choked by her fear. "Gentle Mother, strength of women, help our daughters through this fray, soothe the wrath and tame the fury, teach us all a kinder way." She didnt know why that song came to mind. She hated her mothers hymns but there they were and there she sang.

He removed the dagger from her throat. And she looked up at him waiting for him to make a move but he just stared down at her. Selma touched his cheek and felt wetness, blood and tears.

"Why are you crying?" Selma asked stupidly.

"You are too good for this place girl." Sandor whispered before kissing her. She tensed waiting for him to be done. Hoping he would be done. Sandor asked her again to leave with him but she refused more scared than she wanted to admit before he left and she could breathe again. She wiped the taste of him from her lips and ran to the window to watch the world burn.

Seeing sandor now demanding to be let out made her worried once again.

"Are we coming with or not?" Sandor barked.

"Dont you want to know where we are going?"

"Its better than dying in here." Sandor grumbled still staring at selma. She did her best to hide behind jon. Her ears ringing. She didnt know that she trusted sandor. Didnt want jon alone with him.

Jon moved to the cage door however saying they were all on the same side. Because they were all breathing.

"Selma." Jon said as she paced. At the break of day they would set out. Not selma. She was going to stay here with the pups and edd would keep an eye on her. But jon would leave.

"Jon you have to be careful around sandor."

"The hound. Why?"

"He... hes unpredictable. I... indont trust him."

"If he is helping us with this and doesnt try to kill anyone thats not already dead," jon shrugged. Selma continued tompace. Jon got out of bed holding her still. "Baby what happened?"

She knew it wouldnt help to bring up the past. Sandor was helping them and jon needed all the help he could get. Maybe sandor changed. Certainly seemed like it when he fought for arya.

"I have to speak to him." She decided heading off. Sandor stared at her as she approached. He put his fork down with a clink.

"M'lady." He answered

"Sandor..."

"You still scared of me, girl?"

" you threatened to do unspeakable things to me. Do you think one just moves on from that?"

"Aye." Sandor agreed.

" why were you helping my sister?"

" the little shit, tried to kill me every single day." Sandor admitted. " I was trying to make up for it."

" make up for what?"

" how I treated you.... You didn't deserve it. You were in a shit situation. I was upset and you were right there. It doesn't excuse anything, but I figured it was the least I can do." Sandor shrugged. " keep the little shit alive." Selma nodded walking away.

" thank you." she turned back to him from the door. " please do me the courtesy of keeping my brother alive while you're out there as well and we will call it even."