The Forest Child {Sandor Clegane Story}

Through Closed Eyes

Natari spent the next two days keeping Sansa entertained.

"Where do you think that one is going?" She asked Sansa as the two girls sat by the dock and watched the ships sail away into the distance.

"I don't care," Sansa grumbled and turned around to scowl at Sandor who had been ordered to keep an eye on the two of them.

"I think it is sailing to the Dorne to collect fine wine and fruit from the sunny kingdom," Natari smiled and ignored her younger sisters rudeness.

"I think its sailing away with the freedom of a young girl to sell her into misery," Sansa spat

"Please sister..." Natari sighed as she watched the young girl stand up.

"I wish to return to my room," she announced coldly.

Natari looked back over to Sandor and nodded as she followed Sansa back through the royal gardens and into the castle. The following day Natari was called before the King in the Great Hall. The room was filled with people of the court who sniggered and laughed as she walked through.

"Natari Snow," King Joffrey called out across the hall. "You'll be happy to know I have decided what to do with you. As you are of low birth, there is little chance of us matching you in a marriage and I cannot allow you to walk around my Kingdom with your traitor mark, but as my royal mother pointed out, you have done our family a great service and saved her life at the possible extent of your own. YET, one good deed does not wipe away a life born from traitor blood."

The court had grown deadly silent now as the King continued to smile wickedly at Natari. Sandor could feel every muscle in his body tense, he did not know what his king was planning, but for some reason, he worried for the fate of this girl, this girl that meant nothing to him.

"Dog?" King Joffrey called out as Sandor quickly snapped back into reality and stepped forward.

"You are a loyal dog and from a loyal family to the Kingdom. I ask if you wish to take this bastard born girl as your wife?" King Joffrey almost cheered as he spoke.

Sandor felt his entire body grow tense again as a burning sensation consumed his head. The crowd below them were laughing now as Natari looked over at the King in shock.

"What do you say Clegane?" King Joffrey laughed again

"Aye, I'll marry the girl, your grace," Sandor grunted with distaste as the laughter in the room grew.

King Joffrey and the other Lords joined in with the laughter as Natari stood alone and stared at her feet. "Go on then," Joffrey sniggered between laughter at Sandor.

Sandor's breathing had grown heavy as he tried to hide his anger and walked over to the young girl. "Come on," he grunted as he grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the hall.

Once they had left the hall, Sandor released her arm and walked behind her as she stormed back to her apartment.

"Why are you following me?" Natari groaned when she reached her door and walked inside.

"Because I'm fucking betrothed to you now, stupid girl!" he hissed and walked inside, closing the door behind him.

"Bet you fucking love this, you get to marry and fuck the girl you've been staring at for months. Do with as you please," Natari roared.

"Would you have rather me said no? If the humiliation of being turned down by a dog in front of all those people didn't kill you then the King would of," he snapped back and walked closer to her.

"Like you fucking care. Their all laughing already, I'm a joke to them all and now they will see me as nothing but a traitorous whore and your bitch!"