The Forest Child {Sandor Clegane Story}

Hunger

After three more weeks of travelling, they had finally arrived at Kings Landing. Natari had spent the remainder of the trip in the coach with the Stark girls and their Septa, but she had grown restless and grumpy quickly.

"By the seven it stinks!" Arya gasped as they continued through the streets and into the castle grounds.

"Arya!" the Septa gasped in shock at her language and shook her head in disgust.

Arya was right though, the air was thick and heavy. The temperature was too warm and the smell of shit, death and booze had filled her nostrils the moment they neared the city walls. Natari hated it.

As the coach pulled to a stop, Jory jumped off his horse and helped the Stark girls from the ride. This face beamed with happiness when he took Natari's hand and his thumb gently stroked the skin on her hand.

"Does it always smell this bad?" Arya asked a little too loudly and her father shot her a quick look.

Natari was busy taking in the scenery around her as Jory followed his lord to meet the castle greeter. As she continued to look around she once again caught Sandor staring at her. As always he quickly looked away when she stared back and she tried to hide her amusement.

"I am to take you all to your chambers. Your father has to meet with the small council," Jory announced and Natari quickly turned her attention back to him.

"Of course," she smiled at him as she watched him look over to see what, or who, she had been staring at.

"Your room is not next to ours?" Arya gasped once they found their chambers and the guide informed them that Natari had been placed in a different chamber.

The Stark girls and their father had been given a lavish apartment. There was a seating area, balcony and three bedrooms.

"I am not a Stark sister," Natari tried to explain and not show her disappointment.

"Yes, you are. You are my sister!" she argued back.

"She's a bastard. Her last name is Snow. Remember..." Sansa snapped with more than normal sass.

Natari rolled her eyes and poked Arya in the ribs which made her laugh. Sansa on the other hand just scoffed at them both and went to sit on the balcony. She had not been the same since Lady and was giving everyone a very difficult and rude time.

"I will see you later on," Natari promised Arya before leaving the apartment for her own room.

Natari room was also very lavish. She had a small seating room and a large bedroom with a big bed that looked out to the ocean. There was also a very deep bath and two nervous-looking handmaidens. Natari had tried to relax their nerves and smiled at them, but they were too timid and just got on with their duties.

Over the next few days, Natari and Arya would explore the royal garden and eat cake. In the afternoon when the temperature outside was too hot to bear, they would explore the castle and get lost among the many corridors. Despite the smell, they easily kept themselves entertained whilst their father and his captain of the guard were busy with their own duties.

"Where have you been?" Lord Stark asked one evening as Natari and Arya entered the apartment.

"Causing trouble no doubt," Jory smiled and quickly kissed Natari on the cheek.

"We have been exploring, father. I wanted to try and find the dragon skulls!" Arya spoke wide-eyed.

Lord Stark looked over at Natari who just smiled and rolled her eyes. Her father smiled back warmly. "There will be a Tourney tomorrow. No doubt you have already heard, but I want you all on your best behaviour," he went on to explain more details as Sansa's sulking face grew slightly more happy at the thought of watching handsome knights.

"Will you come and help me pick out a dress sister?" Sansa asked Natari.

Natari was shocked at her sudden warmness but still smiled at the girl. "Only if you help me make your sister look like a lady and not a wild cat," she laughed.

"I'd rather be a cat than a lady!" Arya scoffed with a mouth filled with lemon cake.

Natari shook her head and turned back to smile at her father. "I shall see you all tomorrow then." 

"I'll escort you back," Jory announced as he placed his hand on her lower back and led her out of the room.

It was not a long walk back to her chambers. Natari had even wished it was longer when Jory took her hand in his.

"Safe and sound" he smiled as he opened the door for her.

Natari had already dismissed her maids for the day so her chambers were silent when she quickly looked in before turning back to Jory. Cheekily she raised an eyebrow at him before quickly pulling him inside and slamming the door shut behind them.

"Natari?" he laughed as she leapt into his arms and kissed him.

Jory soon stopped laughing when she deepened the kiss and pulled her body closer into his. The feel of her body against his was driving him insane and he quickly cupped his hands on her bum and squeezed. This caused Natari to let out a little moan into the kiss. She had never made a sound like that before and it sent him even further over the edge. Quickly he pushed her back into the door and pressed himself hard against her body. The feel of his own hardness stretching out his breeches and pushing into her continued to drive him wild as he slowly began to kiss her jawline and neck where he gently sucked on the skin.

"Jory," she moaned.

Jory quickly reached out for her hand and pressed it down onto his hardness over his breeches. He had never made a move like this before, but he was growing more hungry with every second.

"Jory," she gasped and quickly pulled away.

"Please my love. I just wanted to feel your hand on me," he begged breathlessly into her neck before going back to sucking harder on her skin. This made Natari let out another uncontrollable moan as he grabbed her hand once again and pressed it against himself.

"No, Jory. I said no!" she growled and pushed him back.

Jory instantly felt ashamed and tried to step a little closer to her, but she blocked him. "I am sorry. I did not mean to..." he began to say before Natari interrupted him.

"I will see you tomorrow Jory," she spoke flatly and stepped to the side of the door.

Jory only nodded before reluctantly opening the door and walking away.