The Forest Child {Sandor Clegane Story}

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"I won't let you down Jon," Natari smiled after Jon finally agreed to her plan.

"You can't be fucking serious, she just about made it back alive the last time she came back from the free fucking cities!" Sandor growled.

"I am woman, unsuspecting and unknown. I also know more about the free cities than anyone here. If I survived Bravoos, I can survive a meeting with the Dragon."

"Or end up back in a whore house!" Sandor hissed.

Suddenly Natari turned around to face him. " Watch your tongue Hound!" she hissed at him with pure venom.

"Fucking hound is it?  Fucking surprise there," he scoffed.

"Enough, the two of you. I have made my decision. I know and trust Natari to complete this mission," Jon shouted and slammed his fist down on his desk.

"Thank you, brother. I leave at first light" Natari smiled and then quickly left the room, not before knocking her shoulder into Sanders side as she passed.

"You're making a mistake Snow. I won't tell you I told you so after this though," Sandor grumbled before walking out of the room.

"What do you think?" Jon asked Davos when they were finally alone.

"I think she's a mean killer and that poor bastards in love her," he smiled.

As Natari continued down the corridor back to her room, she was quickly stopped when Sandor grabbed onto her arm from behind.

"You fucking doing this to run back to this other guy or do you just want to get yourself killed?".

"I'm doing this at the command of my brother, to help us in defeating the white walkers and so I can keep on living!" Natari hissed back and pulled her arms from his grip.

Slowly she studied his face, taking in the deep frown lines that marked his forehead. "Is this what all that was about? You're worried I'm going to run off with another man that's not you Sandor?"

"Don't be daft, woman," he grumbled and turned to look out of the window and down at the courtyard below.

"Are you sure?" She whispered in his ear as she snuck up behind him.

"What do you want from me huh?" He groaned and pulled Natari away.

"I told you. I've told you a 100 times. I want you Sandor Clegane," she smiled.

"Aye, and then you usually runoff. Just like you're doing now in fact."

"If you'd let me apologise, maybe-"

"Maybe what? Huh? Maybe we'd fuck all night long and in the morning I'd ask your brother for your hand in marriage, make an honest woman for you?" He growled louder this time.

"Doesn't sound too bad to me," she smiled with a shrug and looked down at her feet.

"Get away from me woman. You make my damn head hurt!"

Natari did not want to torment the poor man any more, so did as asked and headed back to the room which Sansa and Arya shared.

"Do you ever shut up?" Natari heard Sansa yell as she entered the room.

"Looks about as dignified as the council meeting in here," Natari smiled as she sat down by the fire.

"She's driving me insane" Sansa grumbled as Arya continued to practice her swords work.

"Pair of you, come join me by the fire. I need to discuss some things with you," Natari ordered over the madness.

The girls still did not know of Jon and her true blood, and Natari could not leave without telling them the truth. So slowly she began to explain everything, right from when their father had told her, to now and what her next mission was.

"So that makes us... cousins?" Sansa asked confused.

"Yes, but it does not change anything. You are both still my sweet little sisters and I shall protect you as such."

"Can I come to the free cities with you. I know a man in Bravoos," Arya smiled.

"Yes, Jaqen. I met them when I was there. He's a good man, and if I see him again I shall tell him that you are now found and safe, but you cannot come with me, Arya. You and Sansa will stay here and Brienne shall watch after you".

"But who will I have to train with?" Arya asked.

"You're at Castle Black sister. Go and beat up some of these rotten men. Teach them how a girl can fight," Natari smiled.

"And me?" Sansa asked.

"You dear Sansa are to learn. Learn everything you can about the kingdom and beyond. Their culture, their language. One day, if Jon ever does become king he will need and seek you for advice."

Sansa nodded proudly.

"Now both of you get some rest. We will travel to the ship together and it is a hard ride but I won't do it unless I have my sister's there to wave me off."

Once the girls were in bed, Natari headed out of the room and then slumped her tired body against the wall.

"God's be good," she whispered to herself.

Slowly, she made her way back to her own room. Natari had expected to find the cold and drafty room empty, but she completely wrong, as sat on the edge of her bed was Sandor Clegane.

"How you're head?" She smiled as she walked into the room and closed the door behind her.

"Drowning," he grumbled as he rested his hands in his head and stared at the floor.

"Drowning?" She asked as she approached the bed and took a seat next to him.

"Aye, drowning in your words, your touch, your face. I can't escape it. I hope you're happy with yourself."

Quickly, Natari grabbed hold of the man's large face and pulled it up to look at her. "I will never be happy when you hurt, even more so when I am the cause.!

"Then why are you playing me the fool?"

"Sandor, please you must know I do not mean to. I never set out to hurt you. I left you again because I could not bear to cause you any more pain. I am truly more sorry than you can ever know. I have taken so much from you, and given you nothing back in return, but... If you let me, I will show you how much I truly love you, how much I care, or I will leave and not bother you again. Sandor, you must tell me now, what is it you want? Say it and I'll do whatever you say." 

Sandor remained silent for a minute as his eyes fell back to the ground. After a few moments, he finally looked back over at Natari and gently placed his lips to hers.

"Stay safe over there," he sighed and slowly pulled himself off the bed before leaving the room and Natari behind.

Further south within the walls of the Red Keep, Cersei gleefully watched from her balcony as the Sept exploded into a rath of flames and smoke. Tommen, on the other hand, stood speechless by his window as he thought of his wife inside and what no doubt his mother had done, but also who she had become.

As the screams of those dying hallowed across the capital, Tommen could take it no longer. Calmly, he removed his crown and placed down upon the gold table and slowly, he approached his open window, and finally, he jumped.