You Are My Pup

Chapter 1

NOTE: I am not following the Show or Season word for word (it is a fanfiction) I am however using some plot points and twists. I apologies for any typos that might occur throughout this book. Thank You.

After a long month travel to Winterfell. Maliya Waters was exhausted, queen Cersei had ordered her to ride amongst the men. She was the queen's maid and she had to bid as she was told. Maliya had never been to the North, and she was not used to the cold and she knew that this was not even winter yet.

King Robert's caravan entered Winterfell and were met with kneeling Northerners. The King was helped off his horse and he walked towards Eddard Stark.

"You've gotten fat," commented the King.

Lord Stark only glances at the king from head to toe then they both laugh in unison. Maliya jumps off her horse and walks toward the queen to help her off the carriage. As the queen approached the Stark family the king told Lord Stark to take him to the crypts.

"My dear the dead can wait, the children and I are exhausted," implored the queen.

The King only looked at his wife and kept walking toward the crypts with Lord Stark behind. The queen glared at Maliya, but Lady Stark interrupted by welcoming the queen. The queen and her children were taken to their bedchambers to rest for the feast. Maliya was to prepare the Queens clothing for the feast, she was not given time to rest.

Theon Greyjoy looked as the maid walked to towards the courtyard.

"Are you lost?" he asked.

"Yes, my Lord I do not know where my quarters are." Explains Maliya.

"You are to sleep with the dogs," says Theon with a smirk.

Maliya says nothing, she had been treated poorly all her life. Since she was a young child, her mother sold her to the queen. She knew she lacked value, she was a bastard after all, she lacked so much value her father (according to her mother) had abandoned them because of her birth. Prince Joffrey always took the opportunity to remind her of how little importance she possessed.

Humiliated the young girl walked way. Unbeknown to her, a man stood in the shadows. The Prince's sworn shield, Sandor Clegane, stood and watched as his daughter was belittled again. He remembered the day her whore mother told him she was with child, he was scared, and in his fear, he told the woman that it was not his problem. In truth he wanted a family, but that woman had only been a woman of the night. He was angry at he woman when she arrives at the red keep to sell his daughter, a dark-haired beauty. The child of only 5 name days wept as the whore sold her to the queen and walked away with a proud smile on her face directed towards him. Sandor remember the pull he felt as he took of her small hand.

*Flashback*

"Please Ser let me go! I need to go with my momma, MOMMA COME BACK!!" she cried.

"Dog take her way she will wake my Joffrey" said the queen.

I grabbed the infant girl in my arms and took her to the gardens.

"My momma does not love me anymore?" she asked.

Sandor had no words to explain to his young daughter. He was about to tell her she would be fine here with her him, her father, but was interrupted by another question.

"Why do you have a scar on your face?" asked the young girl with curiosity.

"I got burned" he said.

"Does it still hurt you?" she asked.

"No" he answered.

"Good, are you a knight?" she asked.