The Wolf and The Hound~*Sandor Clegane*~

Chapter 8: You Win or You Die

Lelia woke me before the sun that morning. Helping me bathe and dress. We both remained quiet. She laid out a dress for me. Floor length with long sleeves, hanging just off my shoulders. The arms were white with gold trim. The rest was silver, with gold outline and golden patterns throughout. It was rather simple in design and elegance. She braided the top of my hair, letting what wasn't braided hang lose, then she braided two more strains of hair, tying them together and letting the rest on top of the other, lose waves of red flowing around me.

I saw Arya to her dancing lessons after breakfast. Taking the day to walk around with Sansa and Septa. After awhile I had separated from them. Going back to my chambers and strapping my daggers to my legs. 

That uneasy feeling hasn't left me. I knew it was better to be protected than not to be. 

I was walking back to where I had left Septa and Sansa. Walking past the throne room in the process.

Screams and clanking of metal erupted from the room. I heard father against the screams of his men. 

I ran. Running through the castle trying to find Sansa and Arya.

I went to Arya first, her being closer. 

Her teacher was dead. 

I ran back out of the room going back down corridors taking turns in hopes of finding Sansa. 

"Where the fuck did you go?" I kept looking around as I ran. My feet making little to no noise thanks to all my lessons. 

"Sansa." She turned to me and smiled. She was in some corridor, Septa no where to be seen.

"They took her. Septa." 

"Hush now. It will be alright."

"Ara." she was looking behind me, eyes wide as I could hear clanking metal. 

I turned around to see Sandor walking towards us, a murderous smile on his face. I instantly moved Sansa behind me. 

"What do you want?" I was regretting not taking out one of my daggers sooner. He could harm me or Sansa before I got to any of them. 

"Stay away. I'll tell our father. I'll tell the Queen." he laughed at Sansa's words. 

"Who do you think sent me." I stiffened as he walked closer. Sansa clinging to the back of my dress. I stared into his eyes for what seemed like forever. 

I broke first, letting out a defeated sigh before turning to Sansa. "Remember what I told you. When we first arrived?" she nodded her head. "Good. Come." I took her hand in mine and turned back to Sandor, a look of curiosity on his face. 

"Ara. No. He'll kill us." Sansa was shaking at the sight of the man in front of us. 

I was not. "He won't. Unless we refuse to follow him to the Queen." I tore my eyes from his and moved back to Sansa. "I am right here. And as long as I remain, I swear to you, no one, no matter their title or damn rank, will hurt you or Arya. Do you understand me?" she nodded. "Do you trust me?" she nodded again. "Good girl." I smiled at her, placing a kiss to her forehead before wrapping her arm around mine. Following Sandor back to the Queen.

Sansa was sitting in one chair, I in the other next to her. The Queen behind the desk, with Varys, Littlefinger, and Maester Pycelle behind her. 

"You father has proved to be an awful traitor, my dears." Varys actually seemed sad at the thought. 

"King Robert's body was still warm when Lord Eddard began plotting to steal Joffrey's rightful throne." Pycelle, the old shit, actually believed the words he was saying. I never like him anyway.