Beauty and the Hound - Sandor Clegane

38 - Where I Belong

'It's hard to even see you nowadays.' Anguy says. He wasn't joking as his tone sounded slightly serious.

'I'm not exactly happy with him..mauling and attacking my sister day and night.' He spat. Meela only smirked, launching at him. Both of them were drowning with sweat.

'I'm your sister now?' She teased him, hiding her smile. Anguy was the closest to a family she had and him referring to her as his sister was the greatest honour.

They were both sparring, knowing they needed the practice. Anguy was in his tunic and breeches while Meela was in a dress robe that made it a little harder to fight.

But she made no complaints as a kick to his shin sent him tumbling backwards and a long tear to form on her dress, ending at her thighs. The slit was now very comfortable as she could move as she liked although the sight was very tempting. Especially for 3 men who never had a woman's presence in their lives.

'You are to me. And him doing things like that, makes me angry.' Anguy had his fists clenched and she stopped joking or taunting. But she tackled him to the ground as he was losing focus. But she didn't knock him out.

'He loves me. And I love him. And he isn't the only one who attacks at night,' she says, can't help but winking.

He pushed her off, glaring as she chuckled. She stood up and offered her hand but Anguy ignores her, standing up on his own.

'It isn't funny Meela. He should at least wed you. Or make you his. What does it mean when he fucks you all night and never makes it obvious of what he feels for you. That shit makes me angry.' He stood up, brushing the dirt off his pants and walks away, leaving her.

Wed? She never imagined that possibility. A married life with Sandor. All these time she was so caught up with what was happening, that she could never pause and look behind at how far she and Sandor had come. They never really had the time to stay still.

When Sandor first came to Winterfell, things were ugly. When they headed for Kings Landing it was uglier. But then things got a little smoother. The right mix of temptation and jealousy made Sandor running after her, but Victor stood on their way. When Meela somehow managed to push Victor out of the picture, King Robert died and her uncle was imprisoned only to be executed by that cunt Joffrey.

During that perilous times, she was forced to live under hiding in a small hut down the dirts of Flea Bottom where Sandor would be with her at the times he could. But that too didn't work as he was too worried for her safety, forming a marriage alliance between her and Victor without her own knowledge. And then she was forced to leave Sandor, head for Essos where the plan backfired.

She lost her baby, her husband, her people and the trip was cut short when she reappeared at Kings Landing with the aid of her wolves. And then she was playing a part in the country's politics only to have Sandor kidnap her in the midst of war, where she ran into the Brotherhood and Arya. Then she was alone with the Brotherhood, planning to avenge her dead Starks. She failed and chose to change her course, searching for Arya and Sandor and found him half dead, dragging him to rescue him. And now here she was, finally stable and sitting still, not having the need to run.

'He's right you know,' Diego says, as he stood inform of her ready to spar.

She just smirked, not answering him and instead tried to knock him off as well. But suddenly there was a high pitched scream coming from the woods. The exact place Anguy walked into.