Beauty and the Hound - Sandor Clegane

19 - Game of Thrones

*This chapter can be triggering for some. Contains self abuse and trauma attacks. Please proceed with caution.

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I'd kill a thousand men before I let one make me his slave.

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'Welcome to King's Landing Lady Meela Boutayre.'
Meela smirked when Tyrion finally voiced out.

She ignored everyone, her eyes only looking straight ahead as she entered King's Landing.Her horse was very much quiet, moving forward and undisturbed with the attention his owner had brought. But Cana's growls stopped the entire party. She was barking at the crowd and looking back and forth at Meela. Seeing this she stopped moving and unmounted the horse.

'Milady wait..' Imogene started but Meela held her palm up facing Imogene, signalling her to keep quiet.

There were quiet murmurs as Meela approached the pack. Her wolves started whimpering as she drew nearer.

Sandor couldn't believe his eyes. This woman was magnificent. Walking towards her pack in the most majestic way. Her steps were rhythmic, her skirts sweeping the ground as she gracefully slowed down. She reached out her hand and one black wolf allowed her to pat his muzzle.

One look at Nymeria and Cana, Meela already knew their intentions. Respecting the wolves, she bowed. A gesture that Nymeria too repeated, followed by the other wolves. Nobody understood what was going on.

But Meela knew.
The wolves were there for one sole purpose. That is to keep her safe. But she was safe now, and there was no reason for the wolves to stay.

The entire pack turned around and made their way out of the gates. The crowd quickly gave way for the wolves and wouldn't stop babbling about what was going on. The look of confusion and fear was plastered on their faces.

'Milady why are they leaving?' Imogene whispered. Meela felt Imogene tugging her arm.

'Their journey with us came to an end Imogene.'

Imogene was shocked to hear it and she struggled to form the next sentence. Meela grips the poor girl's palm and offered a small smile.

'Don't worry. I will protect you. As for the wolves, they will return should any harm come to us.'

Imogene hesitantly nods and Meela smiled again to reassure her everything will be alright. She then made her way to the horse and mounted it.

The entire path to the Red Keep was very quiet. They passed through busy markets and her presence alone made everyone stop whatever they were doing to gossip with each other. Meela didn't care to look at them at all.

Soon after minutes of riding, they finally reached the castle. It was a hot stuffy day and the pungent smell around only made it harder for Meela. Ignoring the condition and smell of the city, she gracefully made her way through the gates, her skirts sweeping the floor.

It was the same atmosphere she hated. The same Goldcloaks standing at every corner. At least when King Robert ruled, the castle was a little more comfortable. But now that Jeoffrey ruled, it was hell.