A beauty. A she-wolf. A bastard. A lowborn. A fighter.
Meela Stark.
Lady Stark of Winterfell.
Wife of Lord Boutayre.
The Heart Stirrer.
The Iron Lady.
Lady Clegane.
The Sisterhood's She-Wolf.
Her eyes carried a story of their own. Never had the Hou...
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..... It's been 5 days since the Red Wedding. 5 days since she slept peacefully. 5 days since she massacred a nearby Lannister camp.
Her training with Diego never stopped. And because it wasn't enough, she made Anguy join them, training and sparring together. It wasn't to help them, but herself.
Why? Because she needed to get a grip. She needed a stimulation. An aid. To make her feel something. She wanted to get rid of this numbness. She has to. She needs to. To survive.
If Sandor was there, he would have helped her. He would have had his 'ways' with her and it would make her feel everything. The pain, the force, the pressure, the pleasure he would exert on her will give her everything. But he wasn't there. And she couldn't go around screwing with anyone just because she was desperate.
She couldn't do that to Sandor. Her Sandor. It would hurt him, break him into pieces. It seemed like every time she turned horny, her mind debated over the same thing. Her wanting to drag any competent man and have her way with him and then Sandor entering her mind, forcing her to push that thought away out of guilt. The Hound would be raging mad, so angry with her but he wouldn't hurt her. He would just push her away and never speak to her again , and that isolation will kill her.
So she came up with something that helped. Something that helped her lose her numbness. Made her feel pain and complete satisfaction.
By training. Brutally.
She was sparring on and on with the two men, day and night untill one of them would stop her. She was stubborn, not wanting want to stop or rest.
All she could think of when she closed her eyes was the scarred image of her brother's body and his wolf's head attached together. Then she would see her aunt's dead body. Then she would see the sigils of the houses that betrayed her family. When she tries to distract herself and looked somewhere else, her eyes fell on the brotherhood around her, she started feeling guilty and pushed all thoughts of fornication away. Then she'd remember Sandor, and she would desperately crave his touch, crave his breath fanning her face, crave his slow and frequent kisses down her neck, crave his hungry kisses and think about how he perfectly filled her. It drove her wild and needy, leaving her feeling very, very horny. And when she sparred with Diego, she'd remember her horrible past. That would bring her short memories that stunned her, letting her guard down. And she'd eventually fall.
Even the thought of experiencing all these memories were painful, and she had to go through it everyday. She had no escape. No way of reversing or fast forwarding anything.
With all that's happening, numbness seemed like the last resort and she preferred it best. And when she couldn't feel numb, fighting was the alternate choice.
