Beauty and the Hound - Sandor Clegane

14 - She lost Sandor but found a Clegane

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She was the one they warned you about. The woman who could steal your soul if you looked into her eyes too long
-Unknown

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She immediately looked around her surroundings. There wasn't a wolf. Nor a hound or a pup. And they were nowhere near any mountain or hillside.

She sighed deeply, stretching her body as she stood. She must have dozed off while lying against the tree. It was already nightfall and she could hear the sound of wood burning. The night was chilly and Meela often slept wherever spot she found a little comfortable to be. She needs to stop dozing off like this. It's getting her more tireder.

'Bad dream?'
Victor's voice startled her.

   'How long were you here?' She asked him.

'Came to find you, but you were already awake the moment I stepped on a twig. You're quite sensitive to the surroundings?'

    'They call me a wolf for a reason Milord. Let's go.'

Victor smiled, placing his hand on her shoulder and brought her to the camp they had set. Within seconds of getting inside their tent, she lied down and was heavily asleep when he called out her name. Victor chuckled when he saw the Heart Stirrer sound asleep. She looked like she was in peace. He too slept next to her, extremely tired from the whole day's ride.

To her surprise, Ser Barriston joined the party the next morning. And she was relieved she had this man for a companion and protector.

He spent the whole day talking with her and Victor was kind enough to let them speak in private. But Meela held him close with her and Victor couldn't hide the smile forming on his face at the thought of his wife wanting his presence.

Meela on the other hand couldn't talk much with Ser Barriston, her voice was shaky and hoarse.
She often repeated her sentences in order for the knight to understand what she was trying to say. There would be times he couldn't understand her at all and her Lord husband would interfere. He would help Ser Barriston 'decipher' what Meela had spoken, leaving her chuckling at his efforts but then her laugh only came out as a snort.

She learnt that he was discharged of his duties by Jeoffrey and she was delighted to hear that Ser Barriston sounded the boy-king in his own court. She couldn't have been any prouder of this aged veteran.

'Sansa?' She breathes and Ser Barriston stopped smiling.

'She isn't fine at all. She is struggling hard and lying most of the time. She keeps a smile for everyone and she is calmly handling Jeoffrey's banters. I don't know how she lasts but I can see she isn't happy at all. Sandor is always there of course...'

He could feel Meela's shoulders tensing at the mention of his name. Ser Barriston were one of the few people who knew about her affair with the scarred knight.

'It's okay Meela. You can talk about him.'

Meela smiles at her husband, turning to face the retired Kingsguard.

'Who else knows about this Ser Barriston?'

'Know what child?'

'About me and Sandor.'

'Are you sure you want to talk about this infront of the Lord?'

'I don't mind it at all Ser Barriston,' Victor said. Ser Barriston was then convinced enough so he looked at Meela.