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Bandages (Sandor Clegane x fem!Stark reader)

You stifled a sigh of frustration as you heard the royal carriage arriving. You were standing in between your sister, Sansa, and twin brother, Robb. Robb held your arm so you wouldn't lose your footing and you could practically feel the guilt radiating off of him. After all, he felt it was his fault you were in this position. He'd accidentally injured you, causing you to lose your sight. Maester Luwin was almost positive that it was temporary, but until you knew for sure, you wore bandages and Robb was your eyes.

The sounds of the royal family drew closer and you automatically straightened, not wanting to embarrass your family further. "Ned! You got fat," you heard someone say and you assumed it was the king. Then, there was laughter. You felt the hair on the back of your neck standing up, as if someone was staring at you. You shook off the feeling as your father introduced your family to the king. "My eldest, Robb and his twin, Y/N." You did your best to curtsy without falling over. The rest of the time the royal family was in Winterfell, you did your best to avoid them. You succeeded for the most part, until your father decided that you and your sisters should accompany him to King's Landing.

"Watch where you're going, stupid girl!" Joffrey's grating voice complained just after you ran into him. You frowned and felt tears pricking your eyes. Thankfully, he couldn't see that through the bandages. "Forgive me, my prince," you said, wanting nothing more than to whack the boy upside the head. Joffrey grunted and snapped, "Dog!" You heard the tell tale sound of armor shifting before Joffrey spoke again. "You stay with the girl and keep her from doing any more stupid things before we reach King's Landing." You heard him walk away and muttered, "What in Seven Hells does Sansa see in him?"

"He's the prince," a voice rasped out, making you jump. You hadn't realized you weren't entirely alone. You'd never heard the voice before, but you assumed that it was Sandor Clegane by what Joffrey had called him. "As if that's an excuse," you said before you could stop yourself. To your surprise, Sandor chuckled lowly and you couldn't help but smile. Maybe the journey wouldn't be as bad as you thought.

You spent the entire journey with Sandor and, over time, you got to know the man. He wasn't as bad as everyone said. Yes, he was a killer and there was no doubt about that, but never without reason and, deep down, he had a heart of gold. Even when he rode down Arya's friend, he did it to protect the boy from a worse fate dealt by Meryn Trant or Ilyn Payne. He came to your tent that evening to talk. You were the only one to ever truly listen to him.

"If I hadn't, the boy woulda been tortured," he said, taking a sip of his wine. It killed him that he couldn't see the expression in your eyes and your mouth betrayed no emotion. "You did what you had to do, Sandor," you told him honestly. You felt him sit down in a chair next to you. He was amazed at you. You weren't disgusted by his actions. He was lost in thought when you asked him a surprising question.

"Sandor, may I touch your face?" His brows furrowed. Why would anyone offer to touch him willingly? He was a monster and surely you'd heard the stories, even if you couldn't see his face. "Ya don't wanna do that." You scoffed and snorted out a laugh. You hated when people tried to tell you that you didn't know what you wanted. "I don't want to or you don't want me to? I've heard about your looks, Sandor, but I'd like to judge for myself. Unfortunately, touching is the only way right now for me to form an idea as to what you look like."

Silence permeated the tent for several minutes. You were waiting for an answer, but Sandor wasn't sure what to say. No one had ever spoken to him that way before. So open and honest. You actually wanted to know what he looked like when most people shied away from him. He saw the little frown present on your lips and he couldn't help but wonder what your eyes looked like without your bandages.

"Fine. If yer sure that's what ya want, but I want ta see those eyes of yers," he reasoned and your frown deepened temporarily. Your eyes were a sensitive subject for you, but perhaps taking the bandages off for a moment wouldn't hurt. So, you nodded, indicating that you agreed. "Just for a moment. I don't believe my sight has returned and I'd rather not risk losing it permanently." Sandor grunted in understanding before carefully moving closer to you.

You felt Sandor's hands gently removing the bandages from around your eyes. There was part of you that hoped to have your sight back, but of course that wasn't the case. You sighed in defeat but Sandor was struck speechless. Your eyes were opened, but unfocused of course. That wasn't what got to him. It was the color. Unlike the rest of your siblings, who all had either Stark grey or Tully blue eyes, you had a nearly perfect mixture. Your eyes were the color of the sky after a storm. Grey and blue swirled together beautifully. Sandor had never seen such eyes and was a bit disappointed you couldn't see his reaction to them.

After staring for what seemed like hours, Sandor wordlessly returned the bandages to your eyes. He wasn't sure how to put his feelings into words. "Yer turn," he said softly and you nodded. With shaking hands, you reached out to him. Your hands landed on his chest first and you could feel his heart pounding. Slowly, you inched your hands up to his shoulders, neck and finally his face.

Your fingers found his bearded jaw and cheeks first. Your right hand felt the smoothness on the left side of his face while your left hand felt the craters on his right. Your brows came together as you felt the rough skin that had been burned so many years before. You weren't confused or frightened. You were distressed that he had been through so much without any compassion from others. After a moment, Sandor took your hands in his and removed them from his face. "I told ya."

You heard him move to get up and you tightened your grip on his hands. "Please stay. Don't leave," you whispered. You couldn't stand the thought of being alone after such an intimate moment with him. He gently released your hands and brought his own up to cup your cheeks. "Why aren't ya scared?" You shrugged. "Because I know you, Sandor. If you wanted to hurt me, you would have. You are so much more than a frightening face." You couldn't see it, but for the first time in a long time, Sandor was smiling. He gently kissed your forehead and moved to your bed of furs. He gathered you in his arms and the two of you remained there for the rest of the night.

The journey to King's Landing soon came to an end and you found yourself being lead into the Red Keep by Sandor. When you were in your chambers, you heard him moving around the room to light the candles. "Sandor, I haven't checked my sight today. Would you?" Sandor practically jumped at the chance to see those eyes again. Since that first night, he hadn't been able to get those stormy eyes from his mind. He carefully removed the bandages from your head and waited with bated breath.

You blinked and nearly cried out in joy when things came into focus. You blinked a few more times and everything became clearer. "I can see," you whispered, feeling the tears pricking your eyes. You turned your head and, finally, you saw Sandor for the first time. You were taken back by just how handsome he really was, even with the scarred flesh. He watched as you took in his appearance and felt his confidence slipping. He muttered something about not being better looking and you scoffed lightly.

"Sandor,you are the most handsome man I have ever laid eyes on." Before he couldrespond negatively, you reached up around his neck and pulled him down to kisshim. Acting on instinct, Sandor's hands found your waist and he returned thekiss, mustering up as much passion as he could. As you stood there in his arms,crashing your lips together over and over again, your bandages lay forgotten onthe floor where Sandor dropped them.fJ