The Forest Child {Sandor Clegane Story}

Ice & Fire

"How is she holding up?" Davos asked as he, Sansa and Sandor stood by the door of Natari's room and looked over at her as she sat by the bay window in Riverrun. 

"She hardly speaks or eats. The maester has also confirmed she's pregnant with my pup, but she hardly seemed to hear him when he told us".

Sansa took a deep breath as she examined the shell of the woman sat by the window. When Natari had arrived in Riverrun, she had been the first to greet her, and first to hear the news of Jon. Sansa could see it the moment she looked in her eyes, a part of her had died in Kings Landing. Unable to watch her cousin, her sister, sit in a deep depression, she parted from the men and gently approached her by the window. 

"Jon is dead. She has taken him from us as others took our family before. We have survived so much, faced so much danger and loss, but Nat this is not the time to give up. We are so close to ending this all".

"I have not given up. I have been thinking, I know what our destinies are, what we all have to do" she replied quietly and finally turned her face to her.

"So you will continue to fight? You will lead us? You are the rightful heir Nat, you have been all along. I know this is not what you wanted or have ever asked for, but this has been placed by your feet and I know it is because you are the only one who can truly help the seven kingdoms repair after everything we have faced".

"Call our banners, call all the banners. The northern houses, the Riverlands, the south and Dorne. Send ravens to them all, tell them of the events in Kings Landing, tell them the Queen of Ashes has taken the throne. Tell them the queen of Ice and Fire is going to take it back".

Sansa smiled proudly at her, before quickly turning back to Davos and making her exit. When only Sandor and Natari remained in the room, he came to her side and sighed heavily. "You've always been my Queen anyways".

Smiling widely, she stepped from off her seat on the bay window and looked up at her husband. "I never wanted it". 

"Aye, I don't know many people in the right mind who would. You'll make a good and fair Queen though and I will be there to protect you always".

"You will be my King" she smiled.

"Now that's something even your three-eyed raven brother would not have been able to see". 

Natari only smiled back at him as he stroked the side of her cheek with his thumb. They had both not been intimate with each other in some time, or longer than normal for the pair of them, and she now felt an overwhelming urge for the relief that only he could provide.

 As Sandor continued to stroke her cheek, she took hold of his hand and moved his fingers closer to her mouth where she began to suck on the thumb that had caressed her cheek. In turn, his eyes instantly closed and she knew the thought of what was to come had already made him hard for her. Gently, she then began to stroke her hand over his breeches and squeeze lightly on this length. 

After not even a minute the teasing had become too much for Sandor as he quickly pushed her back against the bay window seat. With desperate and clumsy hands he pulled up the material of her dress and ran his fingers up her thigh. When she felt the rough skin of his fingertips on her, she instantly sucked in a deep breath which caused her breasts to heave against the tight material which held them. Slowly, he then began to rub small and fast-paced circles on her most sensitive bud, pressing firmer each time as he brought his lips to her chest and kissed and sucked at the soft skin. As the wetness between Natari's legs grew more and more, Sandor then began to push two fingers deep inside of her. Her chest was covered in small red love bites when she finally left an intense and almost aggressive climax through her body.

As Natari came down from her high and waited for her breath to relax, Sandor pulled down his breeches and began to rub the tip of his manhood between her legs. 

"Turn around" he whispered into her ear as he grabbed onto her hips and turned her so her back was to him. Natari then smoothly got onto her knees on the bay window seat, pressing her bottom out for him as she looked out of the window before her. The fact that she could see soldiers and people far below them as Sandor pressed his tip to her entrance made her instantly more desperate for him. 

With his hands firmly gripping her hips, Sandor finally pushed himself completely inside of her and listened to the familiar moan as he moved deeper and deeper. From behind, Natari could feel him inside of her so deeply, she thought she might not survive an entire lovemaking session like that. Sandor was gentle though and slowly built up the pace until Natari was shaking at the knees and crying out his name over and over again into the night.

A week passed at Riverrun until all had responded to the Ravens sent from Riverrun. Natari was in bed, cuddled in arms of Sandor after another mind-blowing lovemaking session when a short knock came from their door. Natari quickly pulled the covers up to her chin to hide her bare breasts and called for the visitor to enter.

"Apologies my grace, everyone has arrived" Davos stuttered awkwardly.

Natari smiled warmly at the aging man and then turned back to her own husband to kiss him lightly on the keep. "Then I must dress". 

Inside the long hall of Riverrun, the benches were filled with the lords, ladies and their men in arms from all over the seven kingdoms. Never had a gathering occurred in their lifetime. Some house enemies for 100s of years, other connected by love and blood, yet here they all sat, aligned together for one common purpose. 

Natari had dressed in the most regal clothing she could find within the castle walls.  A heavy dark grey material dress with a red silk corset and accompanied in an iron breastplate, forged to shape around her breast with the sigil of the wolf, the hound, and the dragon. Placed upon her head was a thin crown of white gold, detailed with scales of the dragon for her Targaryen blood and small hounds and direwolves with their sharp teeth and claws. In the middle of the crown was a deep red ruby, placed in remembrance for all the blood that had been split in the fight for seven kingdoms and those they had lost. 

When she walked into the long hall, the chatter which had been there previously quickly died away as everyone stood in respect for her. The crowd remained standing until Natari reached the elevated platform at the top of the hall and motioned for them to sit down. She did not take her seat though, today she would stand tall and proud, today they would hear her words and together they would take back their home. 

"My Lords, Ladies and all those who gather here today with no title but bravery and honor. I thank you for heeding my word and joining us here for the beginning of a new start. You may all know me as Ned Starks bastard daughter, but I am no bastard and neither was my sweet twin brother. My true father was Rhaegar Targaryen and my mother Lady Lyanna Stark, who was not raped by this dragon prince but caught up in a love which brought about the rebellion against the Mad King and the reign of the Targaryen Rule. Another Targaryen has arrived into our Kingdoms though, a daughter to the once Mad King. Now a daughter should not be judged upon the actions of her father, but a daughter has brought with her, her own actions and which have laid down a blaze of fire and blood on our home. Thousands of innocent men, women, and children have perished due to her arrival and the petty game of thrones our leaders have dragged us all though. I know many of you will not know me and question my call to war, how can you truly know I will lead you and the Seven Kingdoms in peace and safety when all you have faced these past years has been horror and death? Well listen to me, I am Natari. Daughter of the first men and blood of the dragon. Westeros is my home, I was born in these lands, bled in these lands... loved in these lands. Let this Queen of Ashes come on her dragon and face me, let her order her dragon to set me ablaze and I will not burn, let her face me in battle and I will not fall for I am the rightful heir to this incredible land, I am the Queen of Ice and Fire and I will win this last war".