Beauty and the Hound - Sandor Clegane

16 - Her Own Hands

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Longest chapter till date. Assume that this is my way of bribing you with a long ass chapter because I won't be able to update for the next 3 weeks. Finals are coming and I'm dying. Enjoy the chapter folks. I promise to update ASAP.
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How does it feel my dear? Losing the best thing that has ever happened to you?
-Unknown

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'Thought the Heart Stirrer would need a blade in case of danger. I bought this from the market this morning.'

   Meela couldn't believe her eyes. A small knife with a dark-red coloured handle was on Victor's hands.

'Of course I don't see any harm coming but take it anyways,' he added, handing the knife to Meela.

She held the blade like it was a fragile thing. It was quite a sight to look at. A fine blade with a red coloured wooden handle. It looked very expensive and beautiful. It was shorter than a dagger but no less sharper. The knife would be best to use in case an attacker gets too close to her.

   'Thank you Victor.'

She wanted to jump on his arms. Kiss his cheeks. But she couldn't. One she was pregnant. And two he was still infected with grayscale. Neither of it made it any easier for her.

Ser Barriston had left for Pentos a few days ago leaving the married couple no one else to interact with. Elia was still distraught after her friend Syrene's death and Meela wouldn't talk with her handmaiden. Her heart was filled with guilt for not being able to save Syrene and there was nothing that Victor could say that would bring her out of her misery.

She insisted on leaving for Pentos after the Ser had left. She knew it was better to leave faster to get help on time but Victor wouldn't risk her travelling on the road with her pregnancy. He was still too concerned on her wellbeing. It frustrates her hat even at these perilous times he puts her needs first before him.

It made her angry for she didn't talk with him for the entire day. Victor kept apologising to her and following her there and here to please his wife but she wouldn't give in.

  She didn't want his apologies. She wants him healed. She wants him to be alive when she is actually giving birth. She wants the Lord husband to survive this disease.

His stubbornness and her pregnancy didn't help their conversations at all.

Her sickness alone made her grumpier than usual. Over time the midwives have provided her with ointments to reduce her morning sickness which had proven to be very helpful. But it didn't seem to help her appetite.

She always seemed to be very hungry, eating anything she sets her eyes on. Meat, fruits, soy.
Victor found his wife behaving like a little child filled with tantrums when it comes to eating. He found it very cute and a sight to look at.

She had grown abit plump since her pregnancy and was worried that she couldn't notice her bump because of her roundness. However the bump was still visible. She could still see the difference.

So did Victor.

It had only been 4 moons and her pregnancy was already visible. Her face was always glowing and she had a smile for everyone. She was polite and gentle with everyone living in that inn. Except for the mornings where she'd look exhausted and tired with her hair all over her face and messy looking. She would be grumpy with everyone at first.

Soon she grew used to the sickness and carried her days as usual. Victor would bring her on occasional walks where they'd share a kiss or two but he wouldn't let her continue.