You suppose that it must have been going on for a while, this 'puppy' love as everyone around you called.
Being the oldest daughter of King Robert, the twin of Joffery, wasn't exactly easy. For one, everyone seems to know who you have a crush on, all the time. Having absolutely no privacy drives you crazy, especially since your mother has your own handmaidens reporting to her.
But you were always your fathers' sweetheart, him treating you much better than the rest of your siblings, even your twin. He would make sure you had everything you ever needed or wanted.
And of course, he knew about your little crush.
"Y/N, must it be him? You could have anyone, literally anyone you wanted in all of Westeros, so why must you choose him?"
"I never said that I liked him father, you are the one that is implying that I do," you reply, looking your father in the eyes.
"It is obvious to anyone with a set of eyes that you have this little puppy love towards him."
"Well, it's not obvious in my eyes or his it seems, otherwise I'm quite certain his would be a very different conversation."
"You really don't think he feels the same for you? He is always staring at you when he is supposed to be watching the future king!" He slams his hand down onto the table that separates you. "If you continue to flirt with him then I will just have to give him to you."
"Father, you can't just give me a person," you say with a sigh. He always means well but sometimes he will just go to far with showing his affections towards you.
"I can and I will. It's settled then. You are dismissed."
"What are you talking about? Nothing has been settled yet," you reply angrily, standing up and glaring at him.
"I said you are dismissed," he simply replies, waving his hand clumsily at you as he takes another sip from his cup of wine or ale.
You storm out of the room and slam the door behind you, stomping down the halls as you make your way to your chambers. Once in your chambers you pace back and forth, angry at your father and stupid handmaidens that your mother just had to hire to report everything to her. If you hadn't mentioned that you even somewhat liked Sandor you wouldn't be in whatever this situation was.
*Time Skip*
Dinner that night was very quite, mostly because your father had decided to actually have a family mean with everyone, and all of the members of his small council. Your mother always insisted that you and your siblings eat with her in her chambers and she would ask strange questions that had something to do with what her handmaidens had reported to her. But tonight she didn't even dare talk while the king was in this strange angry yet giddy mood, and it seemed that most people had the same thought.
"There he is, just the person I need to make this exciting announcement," your father exclaimed, standing from the table suddenly, which actually surprised you because of how drunk he was. "Family and small council members, I am happy to announce that my eldest daughter, Y/n Baratheon, will be marrying the hound!"
Everyone claps politely and congratulates you, raising a glass for you and Sandor, who must have been the person who walked into the room. You just sit there, eyes wide, staring at your father. 'Why is he doing this?' you think, finally looking around the room. Your mother is glaring at your father, which isn't really a surprise, and everyone else seems to either not care or have fake smiles plastered on their faces. But Sandor is the person you really want to see. He is standing near the end of the table with his usual blank expression, not so much as looking your way.
"May I be excused," you say quietly, standing up and not waiting for a response from your dad. You walk past Sandor on your way out of the room and brush past him, not daring to look in his face because you know that you will start crying if you look at him.
Once your out of the room you start running down the halls, trying to just get away from everyone. You end up in the garden in this spot that know one really knows about but you.
*Next Day*
The next morning you wake up to the sun shinning in your eyes and a distant voice calling out. You sit up and rub your eyes, realizing that you are still in the garden.
"Y/n, I know you have some secret spot in the garden, you told me once," Sandor calls out. "If you don't fucking tell me where the fuck you are your father will have my head and then we won't get married." You can't help but laugh by what he is saying.
"Well then you better tell me where you are," you call back.
"I'm by a statue and a rose bush."
"You do realize that there are a lot of statues next to rose bushes, right?"
"It's some stupid fucking old man."
"Two lefts then a right then you have to duck underneath the bush with yellow flowers." You hear his footsteps and heavy clanking armor walk towards you.
"I can't go underneath a stupid bush." All of a sudden his sword is slashing through the bushes and he steps into my little nook. He sits on the bench next to you while you pull your knees up to your chest and rest your head on them as you look at him.
"I'm sorry," you say softly, tears starting to form in your eyes.
"Why the fuck are you sorry? Your father is the one that is having us get married."
"He thinks I'm in love with you. He called it puppy love." He snorts and looks down on you.
"And you thought I didn't notice? I'm not that fucking stupid."
"Wait, you knew I had a crush on you," you ask, raising your head and sitting up straight.
"Of course. I have known you since you were a child, it's easy to tell now."
"Seriously?"
"Yes. Now stand up and go to your mother, she was worried sick and yelling at everyone." He stands and offers you his hand, which you take.
"I'm still sorry," you say when you are inside. "I know you probably don't want to marry me."
"Eh, it could be worse. I could be with someone who looks like me." You know he means it as a joke and he is trying to make you feel better, yet all the same you can't help but frown.
"Please don't say things like that Sandor. You are a handsome man, and a kind one once you get through your guard."
"You think I'm a kind man?" He stops suddenly and pushes you against the wall. We are in an empty hall at the moment so luckily know one will get the wrong idea. "You haven't seen the cruel me, the part of me that can break your bones in a second."
"But you wouldn't." You reach up and lay your hand on the burned side of his face, gently rubbing your thumb across his cheek. You can feel his body tense against yours. "You wouldn't hurt Sandor, you and I both know that."
He grabs both of your hands and holds them above your head so fast that you don't have time to pull away. You just stare at him, your eyes grazing over his whole face, looking at every detail of it. Suddenly his lips are on yours and his hands are on your hip, pulling you closer to him. You wrap your arms around his neck as best you can with the armor on and try to pull him even closer to you if it's even possible.
"What is going on here," a voice calls down the hall and Sandor pulls away from you and backs up.
"Uncle Jaime, my fiancé and I were just getting to know each other a bit better," you reply taking a few steps towards where your uncle is standing.
"I think you should go see your mother and father, y/n. I will take you to them now, I don't think I should you leave you two alone," he says in his cocky voice, a slight smirk on his face. You turn and wink and Sandor before sauntering off to you uncle, feeling like your father maybe actually helped you.
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Game Of Thrones - One-Shots
FanfictionThis is just a story with a lot of one-shots from characters from Game Of Thrones. Requests are gladly accepted! I don't own any of the original characters from the book series or the show on HBO.