The Wolf and The Hound~*Sandor Clegane*~

Chapter 13: Wolf and Hound Wedding

It's been about a week and three days since Joffrey had Ser Meryn and Ser Ilyn hit and cut me thanks to Robb's actions against him. 

And now that everyone knows the secret of me being the real heir to Winterfell and the whole of the North. Let's just say they don't stare as long, or even breath in my direction. I thought having a father and brother labeled as traitors was bad. People knowing the truth about me. Well that was worse. 

While I was healing Sandor spent a lot of time with me. Something that was odd for both of us. But apparently Joffrey commanded him to be by my side most of the time. A way to 'keep and eye on his betrothed' as he put it. 

The funny part was, Joffrey still thought this was a punishment for me. Him and Cersei both mistook my love for him as fear. I was fine having them think that. Until I was actually with him. Then it would be easier. 

Today would be our wedding day. 

A group of four maids helped me as I took a bath. My wounds were healed but still tender. 

They rubbed all kinds of oils on my skin while others tended to my hair. Once the water was starting to turn cold they helped me out. Drying my body as one dried my hair. All the while being careful of my wounds. 

The dress was beautiful. It was white, something I didn't expect. Floor length and silk. The neck line had a scoop of sorts, showing just a little of my chest. Two thin straps went over my shoulders, then a hole to show the top part of my arm. A two inch piece of fabric was on both arms, connecting to the strips of fabric that would cover my arms. Across the chest and down to my waist was a beautiful golden design. A two inch wide piece of fabric rested across my waist, acting like a belt but was loosely tied. The back of the dress was closed, showing none of my back. The bottom of the dress extending about five feet behind me as I walked. It was truly a beautiful gown. I slipped on a pair of silver flats that the maid brought me as another was working on my hair. They took and braided two pieces from the top of my head, wrapping them around to the other side pinning them in place. Then they took a single strand of hair a few inches under the braids and brought it to the other side, looping other pieces with it. Pinning it in place, letting the rest fall around my body. The final thing they did was put small white flowers in the places where my hair was pinned. My red hair was bright compared to the whiteness of the dress. 

"You look stunning, My Lady." One maid smiled to me as she helped smooth out my dress. 

"Thank you. Thank you all for your help. Truly, it means the world to me." I gave them a genuine smile as I saw all of theirs get bigger. 

"It was our honor, My Lady." with that they each gave me one last smile and left the room.

I stood there by myself for a moment. Looking into the small mirror in front of me. 

I never thought I would get married. I know it was supposed to be a punishment. But as the days went on I found myself falling more and more in love with none other than Sandor Clegane. And now I was to take his name. Something I truly didn't think would ever happen.

"Arabella?" I shook my thoughts away and turned to the voice. Seeing the gruff and burned man standing in the doorway to my chambers. 

"Sandor." I whispered his name as I watched his reaction. I could see his eyes scanning my form. Staring hard into my body causing me to turn red. 

"You look...." I watched him as he crossed the room and stood in front of me. "like the most stunning women I have ever laid eyes on." I smiled at his words, my face turning five shades darker. 

"You look pretty handsome yourself, Clegane." I smiled as he cleared his throat. A slight red coming to his face, his beard hiding it rather well.