The Wolf and The Hound~*Sandor Clegane*~

Chapter 9: Fire and Blood

The next day came rather slowly. I hadn't slept at all. My eyes stopped spilling tears when the moon was midhigh.

I got out of my nightclothes, sinking down and under the water of my bath. Holding my breath I had a dark thought, but Sansa and Arya came to mind. I came out of the water and finished bathing. Drying off and slipping into my smallclothes. I grabbed my red with black ties underdress, slipping it over me. Then placed my arms into the long sleeved, overcoat or over dress. I tightened the belt in the middle. Leaving enough space to see the red dress underneath the black. The black for the loss of my father, and the red for all the blood I was going to spill. I had a moment to myself, taking the chance and strapping my daggers to my legs once again. I was going to start sleeping with them now. I let my hair stay loose, waves of red flowing down around me. I slipped on my black flats and moved outside the room. Going and following Sansa into the Throne Room where King Joffrey was talking to people.

I stood next to Sansa as we stood in the balcony, a man singing a song of Roberts death was seated on the floor as he strummed the strings of his instrument. I glanced around the room and saw Sandor standing behind Joffrey. His normal black armor was gone. It was now replaced with the armor and cloak of a Kings Guard. He turned his eyes to mine, but I looked away as soon as he did. After seeing him raise father's head the way he did, I knew I couldn't trust him.

Joffrey was talking about the song and something about the singer choosing his tongue or hands to keep. He said something about every man needing hands. Letting Ser Ilyn cut out his tongue. With that Joffrey let the rest of the matters fall to his mother.

He stood and started walking towards Sansa and I. I grabbed her hand, squeezing it to let her know I was still there. Ser Meryn Trant and Sandor followed behind him.

"You ladies look quiet nice."

"Thank you, Your Grace." I did a small curtsy as did Sansa. Our faces and my voice holding no emotion.

"Walk with me. I want to show you something." I urged Sansa to walk after him as I stood there for a moment.

"Do as you're bid, child." I stared blankly at him before following after Sansa. I heard him and Trant behind us as we followed the bastard king.

Sansa fell into step next to Joffrey as Sandor fell into step next to me, Trant and another guard behind us. I kept my hands clasped in front of me as we walked, our footsteps and Joffrey's voice being all you hear.

I was in my own world until I started to hear a conversation I wish I hadn't. "...and as soon as you've had your blood, I'll put a son in you. Mother says that shouldn't be long." I really just wanted to reach out and cut his pretty little throat.

I was too focused on watching Joffrey that I didn't realized where we were.

"No! Please, No!" Sansa screamed and looked away. I looked up and saw father's head on a spike. Septa and Lelia's too.

"This one's your father." Joffrey pointed to him as Trant held Sansa and Sandor stepped closer to me. I gave him a sideways glance before focusing back to Sansa. "Look at it and see what happens to traitors."

Sansa held her head up to look at fathers head. "You promised to be merciful."

"I was. I gave him a clean death."

"You didn't." I moved my eyes from fathers head and stared at Joffrey.

"What did you say?" I could tell I had made him angry.

"You didn't give him a clean death. Ser Ilyn did."

"At my orders!"

"The man who makes the order should carry out the sentence. Ser Ilyn is the man that did it. Making you a child. Not a man." I could tell he wanted to hit me. Sansa looked at me with wide eyes. She didn't know I was doing it on purpose.