The little wolf

Recovering from the delivery was the hardest thing you'd been through. You are still young if you consider 24 young. 24 seems old to be having your first born in this day and age, but you and your love had decided it was the best to wait until after the war. You were raised in a royal family as a princess when you had travelled to kings landing you met him. He was the kings dog. No one expected the relationship not even yourself but there was just something about his stormy brown eyes that calmed the fire inside you. He was ordered to escort you to your quarters after you had drank a little too much. You flirted with him the whole trip, he ignored you with a stern cold face. You eventually got tired of it and reached to touch the scarred side of his face. Grabbing your arm and stepping away quickly, he realized what he had done and quickly let go of your arm. He could be punished by death for touching you like that. "Whoooaaa the hound making his move, I don't see why you hate your scars. It shows you've been through pain. Some say pain builds character. I for example love your scars." The hound looked at you disheveled he thought why would someone love a disfigurement. He opened the door to your quarters leading you to bed. This routine continued for many days after except most of the time you weren't drunk at all you just pretended so you could so you could spend more time talking to him. He became more open with you saying a few words every now and again he slowly stopped being the hound and being more like Sandor Clegane. Then the day came that your father died. Forced to watch you pleaded as the axe came down onto his neck blood splattered everywhere. The Hound was close to him when it happened blood spread across his face. He was ordered to escort you to your chambers. He approached you with the same stern cold look on his face as he did the first night you met him. He placed his hand on the small of your back to lead you away. You fell to the ground in tears your hands landing in the blood of your father. The Hound picked you up by the waist and threw you over his shoulder. This calmed you in a weird way. When you got out of sight of everybody he put you down. Looking deep into your eyes he said softly "He's with the gods now little bird, you're going to need someone to watch over you. I'll protect you" You nodded not able to speak. When you reached your chambers he followed you in and closed the door. Carefully he wiped your hands free of blood and the blood and dirt off your face. Helping you into bed he whispered "get some sleep my lady i'll have a handmaiden let me know when you wake." sleepily you muttered "I ain't no lady dog" and with a smile he left the room.

The images of your fathers head falling from his body haunted your dreams. You awoke screaming in the middle of the night. Your handmaiden rushed in to tend to you setting on your bed she hushed you and rubbed your back "Shhh my lady it was just a dream everything is okay" big footsteps echoed through your door. Sandor appeared in the doorway he nodded and slipped the handmaiden some gold as she left the room. "I've got the horses ready we leave tonight I cant trust these bitches to keep a secret we need to leave now your things are packed and ready" with a look of confusion you angrily stated "We're leaving! What! My father was just killed and you want me to get up and leave?" "My lady I promised your father to keep you safe. The only way I can do that is to take you away. I understand your grieving my lady but I need you to be strong and leave with me at once" You were mad but you understood what he was saying you needed to get out of kings landing before sunrise. You unsteadily rose from your bed, Sandor reaching out to hold you steady. "Sandor, Im no lady" and with that you were off. Over your journey you came to know each other. He had a plot of land up north close to winterfell. You slowly fell in love with each other. You wedded on the spring solstice. Neither of you cared much for marriage or the gods in that matter but you decided it was best if you wanted children.

Here you are about 2 years later standing in the doorway of your hidden farmhouse. You were fetching water as Sandor stayed with Bell,your first born she was 3 months old now.

Sandor was still frightened by the size of her. When he first held her he said in awe "I've never held a babe before I guess I never realized how small they were" you laughed at this. Seeing your big tough husband hold something so small and delicate in his arms.

You slowly opened the door to the farmhouse being careful to not make any noise. Often this was your favorite time of the day. You'd catch Sandor blowing raspberries in Bells neck and her reaching to touch his scar giggling as she rubbed her hand against the rough burnt skin. She was her fathers girl thats for sure, she's made a habit of crying when he left. Today you walked into something different though. Sandor was howling just like a wolf when he finished Bell followed with a small "Awooh awooh" he spotted you smiling in the doorway. "Aye my lady looks like we've got ourselves a little wolf here". With a smile you joined them by the fire cuddling under sandors arm. Everything was perfect.

-madisonltevans