The Forest Child {Sandor Clegane Story}

Tourney

"Why are you not talking to Jory?" Sansa asked sweetly as Natari braided her hair.

"Why do you think I am not?" she laughed.

"I saw the way you both glared at each other at breakfast," she scoffed.

"You don't miss a thing do you, little sister."

Once the girls were ready they all headed outside. Lord Stark and Jory were waiting for them in the corridor.

"What a ray of beautiful daughters," Lord Stark beamed.

Jory was to take part in the joust and was chosen at random to be one of the first contestants. His first match was against Ser Horas Redwyne who Rory quickly defeated and then moved on to face a member of House Frey. Just a quickly Jory defeated the man. His last match was against Lothor Brune, sadly after three tilts, Brune was awarded the win.

"You did great Jory!" Arya cheered as he trotted past the Starks and smiled. Natari forced a smile and then turned her attention to the next match.

The next contestant was Jamie Lannister. His first match was against Ser Andar Royce, and he quickly won victory after just one tilt. His second match was against Lord Bryce Caron and on the second tilt, Jamie defeated him. He also won his third match against Lord Beric Dondarrion.

The next contender was Sandor Clegane. As his opponent named, Jory had returned to join them in the stands and took a seat next to Natari. Quicker than any contestants so far, Sandor took victory over the three matches. The contest was called to a brief stop after Ser Gregor Clegane killed Ser Loras of the Vale in a match. Sansa had screamed the loudest from any in the crowd and Arya had buried her face in her father's arm.

"Who is that monster?" Sansa cried.

"The Hounds elder brother. A dog with a much worse bite," a snake-like voice laughed behind them.

Natari turned around to see Lord Petyr Baelish. "Have you never heard about the mountain and the hound?" He asked in a quieter voice.

Sansa slowly shook her head as her father stood up to take Arya to her 'dance lessons'.

"When the Hound was young, maybe 8 or 7, he was playing with a toy. The toy, however, belonged to his older brother. When he found him playing with it he pushed his younger brothers face into the fire," Petyr smiled wickedly and Natari looked over to the royal box and found Sandor stood silently like a statue behind his prince.

"Ignore him Sansa," Jory chirped in and gestured for her Septa to take control.

Sansa and the Septa left the stands and Natari and Jory followed behind to stroll around the market.

"So are you ever going to talk to me again?" Jory spoke first breaking their silence.

"I may be a bastard Jory, but I am not a whore. You cannot treat me like that!" Natari sighed.

Jory quickly stopped and took hold of her hand. "I love you Natari. I did not mean to make you feel that way. I just lost my self-control," he stopped and leaned in closer. "I just wanted to show you what you did to me." 

"Does my betrothed forgive me?" He asked gently and kissed her hand.

"I suppose..." Natari sighed dramatically and then smiled.