Beauty and the Hound - Sandor Clegane

3 - The Heart Stirrer,the Wolf and the Tree

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You have bewitched me, body & soul.
-Mr Darcy, Pride & Prejudice

   Sandor sneered at Meela when she unknowingly whispered 'home'. She felt heat creeping through her cheeks, feeling embarrassed when he laughed.

   'I'm not home, little girl. You miss your mummy and daddy a lot? Maybe ya should run after them and stop calling dogs your home,' he mocked. But he didn't close the gap nor move away from her and was still dangerously close to her.

Knowing he would continue teasing her, she just turned and headed for her lessons while Sandor still had a burst of laughter. He followed her and to her relieve, his laughter slowly died. She ignored him. This man had no sense and seems to live off on people's agony.

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   Arya was so excited to hear about Meela's encounter with both Prince Jeoffrey's loyal representatives earlier that morning that she started losing her concentration. As a result she damaged her knitting. Septa Mordane was cross of course.

   'Hush with your fighting tales now Lady Meela, you don't want to spoil this child's fine work,' the Septa intervened.

   Meela just laughed while she continued knitting. The hound was right outside of their chambers, watching and closely monitoring them. The blood wouldn't stop oozing and he kept on pressing it with his large palm. This man had quite the temper. He snaps and gets frustrated at the smallest of things. Muttering cuss words every now and then which were loud enough for her to hear.

   She started knitting a small cloth, a handkerchief with the initials C for Clegane. She didn't know why she was knitting for him, but she just went on with it. When she was finally done, Septa Mordane wasn't exactly happy although she seemed a little impressed with the speed and fine work.

    'I'm not sure I know anyone with the initials C here, my dear,' she said.

'Oh it's for the knight outside. It's a token of gratitude,' Meela answered.

    'Gratitude?'

'Ah yes, he saved me during the previous...spar I had.'

'It's their duty dear, there is no need to thank them. Just as much as it's ours to be courteous and be..'

'Duty or not, they deserve a simple thank you don't you think Septa?'

   Septa Mordane didn't seem the least bit happy with her Meela interrupting her but she kept quiet and excused her. She left the chambers with a happy grin.

Sandor was confused when he saw her excitingly striding towards him. She handed him the handkerchief, which of course he didn't take and laughed at her.

   'You trying to court me girl?' He laughed again. It wasn't music to her ears though, it sounded more like a real horrid creature laughing.

'I don't have the time to court anyone, you are going to spend the whole day with me so you might as well use the cloth to stop the bleeding for a moment. I hate to see you failing your duties and displeasing the king.'

    'Why would you worry about what the king intends to do with me if I displease him? And I won't die from this small bleed girl. I have faced worse.'

'I don't care what you faced before. Just use it and see to that...'

    Someone had shrieked. It sounded alarming and brought to both their attentions. Without a second thought, Meela ran towards the shrieking. Sandor yelled at Septa Mordane to stay inside with the remaining ladies and ran after Meela.