The Wolf and The Hound~*Sandor Clegane*~

Chapter 3: The Kingsroad

It was the day that we were supposed to leave for King's Landing. The day that I had silently been dreading. Mother had finally allowed me to see Bran. She too believed that he did not fall from that tower, but had been pushed. By who we have no idea. My guesses however, laid with the Lannister's. There had been rumors about the Queen and her brother. Rather nasty and unthinkable ones. How they both looked at each other whenever the chance came up, it was one of love and lust. If one simply took the time to look at their actions, it was as obvious as the grass being green.

I had decided to go and dress in my riding clothes when I woke up. My dress, being floor length with long sleeves, just barley letting one see my hands. It was a darkish green in color, the middle bottom being a copper color. A sewn on belt in the center, just below my chest, being the same green but having a copper color design in the middle. White crisscross patterns adorned the sleeves and the middle part where the copper color started and ended. The dip in the neckline wasn't that low, showing only a little of my chest, letting me breath whilst still being lady like. I had let my handmaidens braid the sides of my hair back and tie them together, letting the rest fall in waves around me. I also had on my brown flats, my normal black cloak, and I strapped my sword to my waist, with my dagger on the opposite side of where my sword was, hiding my throwing daggers in the holder tied to my inner left leg.

Satisfied with how I looked and how everything was placed on my body I took one last look around my chambers and left. I headed outside, stopping at the closest railing and watching everyone that was running around beneath me. 

As I scanned the courtyard I saw Tyrion exit the stall where we kept our dogs. Joffrey and Sandor standing outside the door to it. I wasn't sure what they were talking about, but I did see Tyrion hit the prince across the face. Three times. I was trying my hardest not to laugh as I saw the prince walk away in anger. Tyrion had said something to Sandor, causing his jaw to clench slightly. Most likely at being called a dog or a hound. I continued to look at the pair until their eyes meet mine. I did not falter in my stare though. I simply smiled and did a slight curtsy to them, letting out a small laugh before turning to walk towards the stairs. 

Tyrion and Sandor stayed by the stalls until I walked over. "That was quite the show." I smiled at Tyrion who just laughed.

"He deserved it. Truly. I have to say I've never seen a highborn lady with a sword and dagger of her own." He gestured to my belt as I smiled in return. "Is it true that you can also throw a dagger?"

"Yes. Quite well actually." I smiled as I watched the two men exchange a glance. 

"Do you carry your throwing daggers on you?" The curiosity was event on both of their faces as they were trying to find out where I could possibly hide them while wearing a dress. 

"Aye. I do. But it would be rather unladylike for me to show you exactly where they are." I gave them each mischievous grin.

"Remind me not to get on your bad side Lady Ara." Tyrion laughed slightly at his comment as he brushed off the remaining straw from his clothes.

"Don't fuck me over and we will have no problem." I laughed at their faces. Both surprised at my words. "Remember gentlemen, I am as far from a Lady as they come up north. If you will both excuse me. I must see to my sisters." With that I gave them each one final smile and a slight nod before continuing across the way to where Jon was.

"A sword for the Wall brother?" I smiled at him as he gave me a half hug.

"No. Already have one." He gestured to his belt, where he did have a sword. "A gift for the little sword fighter." I smiled and nodded. Knowing exactly who he was talking about.