You truly are something else - Sandor Clegane x reader

Part 3

Your POV:

What did this stupid man think he's doing? Interrupting your conversation as if the kings guard (which name you still sadly don't know) didn't even exist. If there is something you truly hate it's noble man looking down at others only because they aren't as high born as them. Finally, you had the chance to talk to someone who seems interesting. Someone who's different than the rest and doesn't seem to care about all the superficialities the others around you seem to love so much... and than this over confident lord had to interrupt you two. Normally, you would have smiled it off like the noble lady you are but for some reasons, you couldn't hold yourself back this time.

No matter how important it is for your house, you will never marry someone as self-righteous as him.

Sandors POV:

The next few days Sandor catches himself admiring you from afar. He immediately notices you beside your sister. You look stunning to him no matter what you are wearing. You're beautiful in a natural way, without styled hair or extraordinary jewellery. Without even talking to you he learned much about your personality. One day he catches you walking around the halls when a young male servant, maybe 15 or 16 years old, walks past you, trips and accidentally spilled some wine over your dress.

The boy is beyond frightened, knowing the punishment if this happened with Joffrey or Cersei would be severe. But you just laugh, see it with humour and guarantee the poor boy that it's fine, you will just change your dress. The servant can't even believe that he won't be punished for what happened and apologized as well as thanked you again and again, even after you told him it's really fine and no problem at all.

He saw how kind hearted you were to the servants. You always thank your handmaiden and the others around you like it's the most natural thing to do, like everyone treats their footman like that.

Once again he realizes you truly are something else. Not that it matters, right? There is no way you would be interested in someone like him. A guard dog with nothing to offer. House Clegane isn't wealthy or powerful. It's a house only born to serve.

Your POV:

Today you are forced to have dinner with Margaery and the king. There is nothing you would rather avoid than spending time with this spoiled child. You have no idea how your sister can listen to him all day, the little time you had to spend with him during your stay in Kingslanding was more than enough for you. But you can't just say no to a king, a cruel unpredictable one nonetheless.

So you make your way to the gardens where you're supposed to meet them. You're not surprised to spot the Hound next to the king, as loyal and observing as ever.

The last few days you noticed he spends his free time without any company. Every time he doesn't stand next to the king, he is alone. The thought he could be lonely makes you sad. You wish you had the chance to approach him but your grandmother and brother kept you rather busy the last few days, mostly talking about engagement offers from some lords and knights. But you don't want a man who rather sends your family an offer than talking to you in person. Are really all man this pathetic?

Speaking of pathetic, during the dinner Joffrey makes it his duty to put you down with hurtful remarks.

'Say (y/n), how is it possible that your sister already had a marriage and now marries again while you're still alone. Isn't it embarrassing for you that you bring shame over your whole house?'

'If you continue to eat so much it's no surprise you will never get a husband. You're lucky your family is wealthy, otherwise you would never find a man.'

'Your sister told me your grandmother already tried to marry you off. I bet she would be glad to finally find a man desperate enough to marry you. I mean he would have to live with you while having your more beautiful sister right next to him. That's a shame for every man. Luckily for me, I'm a king. I'm able to demand to get the pretty sister and no one can say something against it.'

All you wanted to do is cry but with all your power you try to hold the tears in. But according to Joffreys stupid smirk your face shows exactly how he makes you feel.

Hurt. Angry. Embarrassed.

Who does he think he is? Being a king shouldn't give him the right to talk to you like that. You would love to slap some sense into this stupid brat and scream your opinion right in his face but you know you and your family would suffer for an outburst like that. So you stay silent and try your best to endure his hurtful words, like they don't kill you from the inside. You already know you can't compare to Margaery so you don't need someone to remind you about that.

During the dinner your eyes focus on the cup before you, you don't even dare to look at the Hound, scared to see something on his face that indicates he sees you exactly like Joffrey. You don't even want to think about it. You just want this dinner to be over before you can't hold back your tears any longer.

Almost as if the gods heard your prayers a servant comes and tells Joffrey his presence is required in the small council room. There seems to be a problem but you don't understand what it's about because of the servants quiet stuttering. Not that it matters, anyway. As long as Joffrey leaves you couldn't care less.

And thank the gods, after a few moments the boy king says his goodbye and leaves without another mean comment towards you.

Before your sister has the chance to say something you run away from the gardens, back into the castle. You can't hold in the tears any longer and in the moment you really don't want the kings guard to see you cry like a little child. You would hate crying in front of people, most of all in front of a strong warrior like the Hound.

Therefore, you follow the next best idea that comes to mind: crying while sitting on some stairs and hoping no one will find you there. Without noticing your feet carried you to an rather umbusy side of the castle, so with some luck you're able to hate yourself in peace without curious looks from others. No matter how hard you try to fight your doubts you can't stop thinking about how much happier you would be if you looked like your sister. Since you were a child everyone compared you to her, so of course you started to feel inferior to her. Because of your sobs you don't even hear someone approaching you. Only when you see a pair of boots right in front of you, you notice you're not alone.

Shocked, you look up only to see the face of the man you couldn't stop thinking about these last days.

Why is he here? Did Joffrey send him to accomplish you back to him, only for him to bully you some more? Or does he want to continue making fun of you just like his king did a few moments ago?

You truly don't know how much more you can stand today, you feel like you're drowning in your negative thoughts. So why can't he leave you alone?

The moment you look at him to tell him to fuck off you see something in his eyes which you never saw before in them. Compassion. Compassion and sympathy, like he knows exactly what's going through your head in this moment. You're unable to recall the last person who looked at you like that and even through you barely know this man, you feel strangely at ease in his presence.

Like everything will be alright.

'You shouldn't cry because of a cunt like him.', he breaks the silence after a minute or two. If you didn't know it better you would say he looks rather uncomfortable. As if he doesn't know what to do with his hands or where to look while talking.

'Is it clever to talk about your king like that?'

'Idon't give a fuck. Just because I stop calling him a cunt doesn't make him one any less.'

At that you can't hold back a smile. 'Yeah, that's probably true. Don't worry I won't tell him. In fact, I will do my best to avoid him as best as possible.'

'Won't be easy once your sister marries him.' His face turnes serious again, you begin to think it's probably his usual look. 'You need to ignore him. Everyone in the court has to live with him and his temper.', he continues with a grunt.

Talking with him feels surprisingly refreshing. It's different than with all the other lords and ladies in Kingslanding. He freely speaks his mind without a second thought, a characterist you cherish a lot in people.

'Easier said than done, I guess. It has to be hard to work for him everyday.'

'Well and that's why I drink.'

You have to laugh at his answer. That's not what you expected him to say but it definitely lightens up your mood.

This man truly is something else.