Sandor Clegane X Reader : The Other Lannister Daughter

The Spinster

Sandor gently wrapped his arms around the shivering form that sat in front of him. His unexpected touch seemed to startle her, causing her to jump slightly.
He immediately began to regret his actions but her shivering almost imitately began to subside and she immited a few quite sobs.
He grimaced at this but maintained his hold; he didnt feel comfortable with this or really even knew what to do to console her but this felt like the best plan of action in that moment.
The girl had lost her father and more recently her mother, it was no wonder the girl wasn't wailing like a babe.
He gazed out across the gray horizon as they rode, the rocky countryside sing promises of a journeys end, they where nearing the vale but the dark storm clouds overhead where threatening promises of their own.
Sandor allowed his mind to wander as they rode , thinking back on their journeys so far but quickly found his mind consumed with her.
His mind always seemed to find her though,replaying those few but precious memories that they had shared. 
He wondered where she was right now, what kind person she may have become and if her father had found her a suitable marriage. He hated the thought but knew that it was the most realistic of his internal scenarios, there was no way a beautiful and charming woman such as her, a Lannister no less would not be married off by their twenty fifth name day and a year had passed since then. Though the idea plagued him like a festering sore throughout the day at night when he closed his eyes, vivid images of her overtook his dreams and filled him with the hope that one day their paths would cross once more.
He was soon jostled from his thoughts however, by Arya's voice bringing his attention to the small inn that had come into view. As they grew closer, they noticed the five Lannister horses posted outside. Arya confidently suggested that they attack the men but he felt began to feel reluctant, even with his empty stomach growing in protest.
Just then the inns door opened and two men exited, stumbling towards the outhouse.
Arya let out a gasp before sliding out of his grasp and off the horse in fast pursuit of one of the men. Sandor let out a curse before dropping to the ground and chasing after her.

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(Y/n) looked up to find her older brother Jamie's smiling face peering down on upon her, his right forearm ending in a clean but rather untidly bandage.
He released his grasp and sank down onto the seat beside her with a content sigh. She opened her mouth about to ask about his wound but Jamie happily began babbling,
" When I enquired about Tommens location and your name slipped from Cercis lips I rushed strait here! Oh my darling little sister! Goodness it's been ages since we've last seen one another, let's see, my word seventeen years, oh how the time flies. And my how you have grown."
His face, though warn and weathered over the years, shone with pure joy. (Y/n) laughed, her brother had always been excitable but it was apparent that though years had changed the man both inside and out, he was still very much the same.
When she eventually got a word in, finally able to inquire  about his wound, his face sank and he quickly clamed up, his eyes searching hers for a moment before finally letting the whole story spill, including how cruelly Cerci had reacted.
(Y/n)'s face began to grow red and her anger began to burn within her chest. She rose, mind set on heading strait to Cercis chambers but a gruff chuckle drew her from her blood lust long enough to cast a glance towards her brother.
He was now in a fit of laughter, trying hard to breath between fits and tears straming down his face. With a bewildered look on her face, (y/n) sat back down and stared at her brother who looked as if he had just gone mad.
She knew that Cercis words had probably hurt him more than the actual wounding but laughter was definitely not a reaction she had anticipated.
Jamie, after drying his tears and pulling himself together turned towards Tommen with an apologetic look and excused both himself and his sister before grabbing (y/n)s hand and practical dragging her out of the room behind him.
Together they rushed through the castle halls and climbed up the steps leading to the battlement walls, walking together in the cool afternoon air while they chatted. Jamie knew of (y/n)s feeling about Sandor and when he learned that Sandor had fled during the battle of Blackwater bay he couldn't help but to question his sisters actions.
"Father would have seen such actions as a betrayal, one I fear that he would never forgive. He's already voiced his opinion of him and you know that his mind is that of stone, it's cold and unyielding to change. Its best if I stay here, fighting and protecting our family." (Y/n) said with the strongest voice she could muster, but as she spoke those words she felt as if something suddenly broke within her. All these years, she had stood by her family, knowing how crass and unjust most of them where and how at every turn she was questioned as if she had made the wrong choice. Where the gods showing her sign after sign that she chose to disregard or was she simply punishing herself for wanting what she felt she did not deserve.

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Since his return to Kings Landing, Jamie, Tyrion and (Y/n) became almost inseparable. They found solice in each others company and felt free to talk freely without the judgements that they had known all their life. It was on one of these occasions that a very drunken (y/n) reveiled her doubts to her siblings. She poured every feeling, thought and worry onto the wine soaked table much to her brother's amazement. As she fell silent, her words hanging ominously in the air, the two men shared a look of confusion. They both knew how she felt about the Hound and that she had been hurting over his absence  for a long time but they never could have guessed the depths of her mental anguish until now. Finishing the last of her wine, she nestled into the curvature of her chair and began to drift off to sleep paying no mind to the conversation being shared in whispers across from her.

The morning light and symphony of the larks in the courtyard below awoke (y/n) to find her brothers still buried in conversation although the plates from last night dinner had been cleared and a bountiful breakfast had been laid out. Groggily, she reached out grabbing a still steaming sausage and began to nibble at it, listening to her brothers lively banter. Jamie though his plate was laden with food, had hardly touched a thing and had resorted to idily pushing it around. Tyrion let out an exuberant sigh at the sight, his wife Sansa had been refusing to eat and seeing another person he cared for dearly doing the same was quite agitating. "Why is noone eating around this damned castle? You lost a hand, not a stomach," he said with a grin in an attempt to lift his brothers sprirts but Jamie continued without falter seeming unfazed by the comment. Tyrion grabbed his goblet and raising it high proposing a toast, (y/n) and Jamie raising theirs in responce.
" The proud Lannister children-
the Dwarf, the Spinster, the cripple
and the mother of madness." To which the responce of a hearty here here from the both of them before they all broke down in a fit of laughter.

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I'm sorry if this chapter is horrible, I promise that I'll get back in the flow of things and I have a few chapters almost for uploading. Thank you guys so much for reading!!!!♡