The Forest Child {Sandor Clegane Story}

Fuck The King

"Go on then, kiss it!" Joffrey sniggered at Sansa as he presented her new sword.

"After I'm done killing Stannis and his army of traitors, I'll be using this very sword to kill your brother," he continued to laugh as Sansa bent down and kissed the cold steel.

Kings Landing was preparing for the battle against Lord Stannis and his armies. They had had word that they would be attacking the city from the water at Blackwater bay. Sandor was currently at the Kingsguard quarters having one last drink before the fighting began.

"Come for one last fuck?" Bronn laughed at Sandor as he sat with a whore.

"You're no different from me," Sandor grunted at him.

"Are you sure?" Bronn laughed and slapped the whores bum.

"Aye, you like drinking, you like whoring, but you love killing," Sandor growled at him.

"Aye, you might be right. Shame about that girl of yours. What was her name? Natari? The Stark bastard. She looks like the sort of woman who would fuck you right before a fight though. Make you look a little less grim all the time," Bronn smirked at him.

Sandor could feel his blood boil at the sound of Natari's name. The stupid girl had tried to escape and left the whimpering Stark girl behind. She was probably dead in a ditch somewhere by now. The thought of it made him sick. Sandor could still smell the spiced cinnamon and fresh flowers of his skin as he walked through the corridors. At night he would wake up cold with sweat as the sound of her gentle moans filled his ears.

"Lost your voice dog?" Bronn laughed as the other men in the bar began to snigger.

Sandor was placing his hand upon his sword when the war horn screamed out. The rest of the men in the bar quickly stood up and began to march out of the room.

"One last drink Clegane?" Bronn smiled at him.

Shae was one of Sansa's handmaidens, she had appeared randomly one day and soon become one of Sansa most trusted friends. She was from an unknown foreign land and had a fierce protection over the Stark girl. As the war horn screamed out through the castle, Sansa was hurrying down the castle corridors.

"Go to your room, lock the door and allow no one," Shae had told the girl.

Back on the castle walls, Tyrion Lannister was stood with the King, Sandor and the rest of the castle guards. They looked out over Blackwater Bay as the roaring flames from the wildfire that Tyrion had planned, ripe through Stannis fleet of ships. The smell of death filled the air, along with the terrified screams of men as they slowly burnt alive or drowned in the dark water.

"Take you men and go meet any of the Stannis men that may make it ashore," Tyrion told Sandor.

Sandor grunted and then roared for his men to follow as he led them out of the castle and onto the shoreline. There were already a large number of Stannis's men charging towards them as they ran across the beach. Slicing into them as though they were pigs, Sandor charged towards them and cut any man in his way down.

The flames from the wildfire had now made their way onto the beach. The heat overpowering as Sandor stood back and watched as his men caught fire and ran around in pain. The smell of their burning flesh filled Sandor's nostrils as he stormed back into the castle.

"Drink!" Sandor roared at one of the stewards as he passed him a waterskin and shook with fear.

"Fuck the water, bring me wine!" Sandor continued to yell at the terrified steward.

"Perhaps some lemon cake and chilled milk?" Tyrion yelled back at him with a mocking tone as the King stood behind his uncle.

"I've lost half of my men!" Sandor growled back at the Imp.

"And we will lose more if they enter the city. You're Kings guard now Clegane," Tyrion snapped at him.

Sandor quickly threw back the rest of the wine and smiled coldly at the little lord and his nephew. "Fuck the King guard, fuck the city and fuck the King".

Back within the walls of the castle, Sansa was pacing her room as she watched the madness outside of her window. She did not know what would happen to her if Stannis won, would she be spared? As the young girl's mind turned to dark thoughts there was a pounding at her door.

"Go away!" she screamed.

"Open the door little bird. I ain't here to hurt you," she heard the voice of Sandor call back.

Sandor had shown kindness to her since her sisters escape. Where possible he had protected her from the madness of the king and ensured the guards left her alone. So she opened the door and looked at the blood and sweat covered man stormed inside. 

"I'm leaving," he grunted at her

"You can't!" she gasped.

"Aye, I can and I can take you with me. Maybe I can head north and take you home to Winterfell," he spoke more gently now as he stepped closer to Sansa.

Sansa, in turn, stepped back and shook her head.

"I can take you to your sister, keep you safe," he almost begged now.

"No one can. Natari is gone and my only hope is for Lord Stannis to take mercy on me when he takes the castle."

"Stupid girl," he roared at her and continued to close in on her.

"You won't hurt me," she whimpered as the warmth of his breath invaded her skin.

"Aye, I won't hurt you, little bird," he grunted.