Beauty and the Hound - Sandor Clegane

32 - The Red Priestess

Today marked a fortnight since Sandor left the Brotherhood. As the seconds turned into minutes, minutes turned into hours, and hours became days, Meela had grown to miss Sandor too much. Not only did she yearn his warmth, but her lust for him increased as well.

Meela had been physically and emotionally connected with her lover everyday for months and now with his sudden absence, she felt something empty within her. She wasn't used to going more than 2 days without making love to him. For that reason alone, she was moodier than usual.

Too lustful, unable to have him to satisfy her desires, unable to feel protected with Sandor's absence, unable to see his scarred face, it made her feeling cranky. Her thirst and hunger for him made her behave like an animal in heat. Her demeanour changed. She was rude with everyone, snapping, taunting and mocking them more than usual. Everyone except for Arya.

Although they had different perspectives on a certain man, yet nothing could break these two sisters apart and that made Meela grateful. Still she had to face the 'wrath' of her sister.

'It was disgusting.' Arya spat.

'What?' Meela asked curiously.

'You kissing the Hound and him touching you.'

Meela chuckled, shaking her head and looking at her sister. She could see how Arya's face changed a shade that made her look sick, showing her how much she was disgusted with the Hound.

It was nightfall and the brotherhood were all sound asleep. Some were awake, not just for watching out for the others but also to make sure the Stark sisters weren't planning on escaping.

Beric was a smart man, he along with a large number of man guarded every night. Meela knew she was easily outnumbered. If she was alone she would have taken the chances but she had to remind herself that Arya was with her. With her sister there, she couldn't take any risks. At all.

So she pushed each and every thought of escaping from them and decided to enjoy the beauty of nature that night.

Meela was too caught up staring at the skies, mesmerised by the way the stars shined bright, filling the darkness up there. For a moment she forgot Arya even mentioned Sandor. But Arya hadn't finished talking.

Arya turned to look at her sister and shook her shoulders, grabbing her attention.

'You don't mean it don't you?' She asks, her tone full of hope.

'What?'

'All these things with him, you're just using him to get you to safety...' Arya paused as she stared at her sister. Her sister was quiet the whole time and her silence proved that every word Arya said was in-fact the total opposite.

'But why? He is a killer. He was there when they killed my father. He-he...he is ugly..' she argues.

'Now you know better than to judge someone by their looks now don't you?' Meela's tone was surprisingly gentle but firm. And just like that, Arya didn't bring up any topic about him after that.

Meela only sighed.

'Do you trust me?' She asked, her voice barely audible for Arya. Arya nods as Meela closed the distance between them and began whispering in her sister's ear.

'Good. There will be a time when we leave this place and when that happens Arya, listen to me. No matter who we run into, no matter who we go with...'

'Im not going anywhere near the Hound if that's what you mean...' Arya interjects.

'Do you trust me or not?!' She snapped at her sister.