Beauty and the Hound - Sandor Clegane

5 - The Savior, A bastard and A Kiss

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He knew this was only a spell but the damage had been done; he was in love.

One moment someone had screamed at her to move and the next moment she saw the Mountain throwing a goblet towards her. She immediately ducked, and took out her dagger  that she had kept strapped in her ankle, walking backwards while the Mountain made his way towards her.

Her heartbeat rises and she knew she messed up.

Gregor grabbed her arm and she quickly slashed his chest and he growled at her. He let go of her left arm and grabbed her right wrist where she held her dagger and she dropped it, her left wrist immediately catching the dagger and slashing his wrist.

She was very quick with her dagger and that seemed to enrage Gregor even more. She had slashed both his chest and his right hand's wrist. She had immobilized him.His arms had hurt and his ego was wounded, resulting in him behaving even more animalistic and aggressive.

Sandor dropped everything he had in his hand and stormed towards her. He couldn't process the thoughts in his mind. He wouldn't just kill her. He would rip her alive.

'Someone pull him back!' The king roared loudly, and Ned had ran after her.

Gregor screamed at her face, kicking her stomach and she fell backwards, landing on a table. The pain was stinging and so bad, she couldn't open her eyes for a moment. She felt a rush of blood leave her head and it made her extremely drowsy.

While she was in agony and heavily distracted, Gregor withdrew his sword but a few Gold Cloaks had charged towards him. But they could only hold him back for a while before he severely injured them, igniting fear in others.

   He made his way to the table where she tried to move and he almost ran his sword through her, splitting her into two. But he couldn't run his blade because another sword was thrusted directly above her, blocking Gregor's.

With a blurred vision, Meela turned to find Sandor, with all his strength trying to block Gregor's sword from turning her into a bloody mutton chop.

    While the Mountain was too occupied, trying to kill the woman who had challenged him, one of the soldiers had thrown a wine glass at the Mountain. Lucky for them, it hit his head.

    He fainted from the impact, falling on the table and almost crushed Meela's body but Sandor had pulled her forward towards him, away from the table she was lying on. The force was so rough that she fell to the floor with a yelp.

She gripped onto his arms when she struggled to sit straight. She was too scared to let him go, she was about to faint but she was too frightened that she might not wake again.

    He dropped to his knees as he held both her shoulders, to make sure she doesn't fall again. He had an iron grip on her but she couldn't stand. Her knees went too weak on her. She was in brutal pain and Sandor had felt so angry.

Tears had formed in her eyes and he brushed them with his rough fingers. He then gently carried her. Everyone was looking at him but he didn't care. At that moment, everything that mattered to him was the fragile woman in pain that he was carrying.

   He was afraid something would happen to Meela and rushed her to her chambers.

   'Bring the maester!' Meela could hear Ned's yelling but it had gotten a little blurr for her to listen.

   She could only see white flashes in her eyes. She didn't know who had carried her and struggled to release herself from those iron grasps untill she heard his voice.