Beauty and the Hound - Sandor Clegane

24 - An Ally and a Reward

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You have been the last dream of my soul
-Unknown

It took a few weeks for Meela to recover fully. Her wrist was finally healed. The scars on her face too had dried but the cuts were visible, particularly on her cheek. A line with a darker olive colour was present on her fair skinned cheek. She was never bothered about her scars, instead she embraced them. Sandor grew fond of her scars more than she did. Sandor would kiss all her cuts, over and over sloppily earning a few glares from her sometimes.

Despite being fussy about having to continue a relationship that might end in chaos, they were having a great start. During the day, they both pretended to dislike each other in front of others, never giving a second glance on each other only to actually reveal themselves once they were relieved of their duties at night.

Sandor would frequently visit her at night and stay until she slept. Of course plenty of things happened before she actually had a decent sleep.

Sandor was a man with a drive that had no rest. But they never made love because he knew she wasn't ready for him. But that never stopped him from giving her a taste of pleasure before she dozed off. Soon she too grew frustrated of the urges to let him take her, but she knew better, she wasn't ready. Her womb was healed, but she doubted her inner walls could accept an outer force pushing inside her, breaking boundaries just yet.

She never told Sandor she had a miscarriage but the Hound already knew. He knew she needed more time to heal, so he lets her take all her time.

Nobody knew about the continuation of this affair, surely they raised a few attentions but none were willing to believe a beauty like her would want to bed someone like the Hound. She felt awful that people judged their relationship using his scars, but it was something she could never help him with. They never spoke about it. Neither did she want to.

The last time she commented his scars, that too about it being beautiful, he got offended by that and gave her a cold treatment. Of course she settled that by teasing and making him jealous, invoking the Hound within him.

She learnt that talking about his scars would bring trouble. He wouldn't believe her whenever she says something nice about him, especially when she mentions his scars. Also, bringing that issue up again would tamper his ego, bring forth his childhood miseries, cause a fight, break their relationship apart and she couldn't afford another loss. So she was always careful with her words.

Sandor always spent his nights in her chambers, making sure she sleeps in peace and free of her nightmares while he only had a decent amount of sleep. The Hound was used to having only 3-4 hours of sleep. Only once in a while would he sleep for hours, not waking up after midday and not letting her wake either. No matter how he slept, his arms would always circle her waist, keeping her pushed against his body and he would only snuggle closer, engulfing more of her warmth. Of course she sometimes found it annoying, but she didn't want him to move. She craved his touch just like he did.

On normal days, he would disappear by the time she wakes up. Meela of course didn't like waking up all bare and alone, wanting and needing his touch for the whole day. But if she lets her feelings affect her, she wouldn't be able to carry on with the day. Still, nothing could stop her from being so moody. A scowl was present on her face for the entire day. And who's fault was it?