Wounds (Sansa & Sandor)

Chapter III

Little by little Winterfell was recovering the routine.

After the battle against the army of the King of the night, there was a lot of work to be done. The walls, roofs and many of the interior rooms had been seriously damaged, when they had not disappeared in their entirety. Sansa, the lady of the North de facto, had begun to give the orders for the reconstruction of the forges had returned to work, and, the stonemasons and the carpenters arrived from all the near places.

Sansa and Arya, unlike Jon, were convinced that they were equally dangerous to the North, that they won the Cersei war or that Daenerys won it ... Neither of them were trustworthy, for that reason, everything had to come back to be as it had been, as soon as possible, but in addition, they had materialized with their faithful knights, who left for their domains, who would always be forewarned but return to Invernarlia. Not in vain, the North remembers what happened after Ned Stark traveled to the South.

In the arcades that surrounded the courtyard, where the knights who had come to the cam were preparing to leave, Sandor, sitting on a stump, cleaned and sharpened his sword. His horse, at his side, brushed and fed, waited for the moment to set off.

The sound of footsteps nearby, made him lift his head from his chores. Gendry was coming towards him, leading his horse by the reins.

He stood beside him, and taking a brush of thick bristles from one of the cubes on the floor, began to brush it.

- Some of the damn northern gentlemen are not going to fight at the King's Landing - Sandor said, observing them with disdain. - ... They think that they do not play anything ... - he added with his deep voice ..- ... It is incredible that they do not know that if Cersey wins, he will come for all of them and wipe out the North ...

Gendry continued brushing his horse.

- We all know that Queen Daenerys will win this war .. - he told her with confidence. Sandor smiled. She had made him a legitimate lord and would always defend her ... It was impossible that she was impartial -... She has two dragons; against that, little can be done .- turned and looked at him ... ... by the way, you do not go with the northern army. to the south. true? .- he asked with very bad intentions. He knew that Sandor could not stand the knights and that's why he criticized them constantly ... but he had just become one of them, and neither did he go south.

With a smile, he waited for the impetuous reaction of Joffrey Baratheon's sworn shield, which was not long in coming.

- I'm not a gentleman, and I can do what I want! .- Sandor snapped up suddenly, snorting, while placing the sword in his belt.

Gendry ignored him. He knew Sandor enough, not to be frightened by his fits of temper. In addition, he had other problems to worry about. Arya's refusal to marry him, from which she had not yet recovered, was joined by her doubts about her new situation.

- How does it have to be, to be a gentleman? .- He asked leaving his horse to attend .- Do you think they accept me in Storm's End? ... Nobody knows anything about me ...

Sandor shook his head in exhaustion. He approached his horse and made sure that the saddlebags were securely fastened to the animal. Then he turned to him.

- You are their lord ... You are the only Baratheon left alive ... .- he said, spitting later, in the thin straw that covered the floor of the arcades. and in case someone doubts your legitimacy, kill him! ... .- and that sounded more like an order than an advice -... kill them all! ... and others, they will not put it never in doubt. There is nothing like fear for there to be peace ... .- he added turning to the patio observing, without paying attention, to the people who came and went.