Lone Wolf || Tyrion Lannister

Chapter Forty Six

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No one dared approach Anari for a while. They knew she needed a moment to herself. However, that didn't stop him from walking over anyway. He had seen her at the peak of her emotions, had held her as she wept. He didn't think it would really matter if he spoke to her when she was frustrated.

She heard him walking towards her before she saw him. Though, when he paused next to her, he didn't even speak at first. However, not wanting to be rude, Anari greeted him softly. "Sandor,"

The Hound nodded slightly at her in acknowledgment. Again, it was quiet for a moment, before he spoke. "You're still stubborn," he said. Anari huffed a small laugh, surprised that was what he'd say after all of that. "Means you're still smart." He continued, with a thin smirk of his own.

"Well thank the gods for that," Anari smiled up at him. He glanced back down at her, a half smile on his lips. "I made a mistake, didn't I?" She asked, sighing softly.

"Only mistake you made was not doin' somethin' like this sooner." He replied.

"What?" Anari questioned, her eyes widened slightly. Had she confronted Cersei as she did now, she would have lost her head for it. Even with her marriage to Tyrion and Tywin's apparent interest, Cersei would have found a way.

"You were tough, even then," Sandor replied. "Not many women I know would've had the courage to fight through her fear during a riot." He was impressed she had fought as hard as she did. "Not many women I know who would've taken their sister's place for a beating, nor many women who would take their sister's place to be married into a House they hate."

Anari had no idea Sandor held her with such high regard. She knew he wouldn't say it outright, but she understood what he wasn't saying. The realization warmed her heart, really. Sandor cared about her, and she considered him a friend already. However, Anari was sure he had a point, so she didn't interrupt him.

"You had the right to confront her," Sandor continued. "Not many people get the chance to confront their tormentors. You did, it's not your fault she's a Lannister cunt that's half mad."

"Only half?" Anari quipped with earned a small snort of amusement. "I didn't mean to anger her enough to where she wouldn't fight with us. But I just couldn't bear to allow her to speak about my father as if she didn't know what her son had done to him."

It was understandable, it really was. It was unfair for Anari to have been put into this situation. To choose whether or not she was going to agree to the woman who made her life miserable, or follow her own heart, knowing it could cost them.

"As you said yourself," Sandor attempted to comfort. "There's no way of knowing if she won't turn on us. She can never be trusted, not that hateful bitch." Sandor knew all about Cersei and knew her spite and her anger towards the world would never allow her to just side with her enemies.

Anari sighed softly as she nodded. The two were quiet for a moment before Anari broke it. "What happened to you?" She questioned. "Arya told me that she left you, how did you survive?"

Sandor was never going to tell her the real reason. It'd not only be embarrassing, but it'd most likely make her feel uncomfortable. Though, when the fuck did he ever care about making people uncomfortable? Perhaps the Stark girls really had made him soft.

"Man found me," Sandor replied. "Brought me to his camp and made sure I didn't die." He explained the sept camp he was at before joining the Brotherhood. Sandor was surprised Anari seemed so interested; usually, people didn't want to hear details of what he did.