Sandor Clegane X Reader : The Other Lannister Daughter

Imagine Dragons

The desert air felt strange to her, almost unbearably hot and so dry made even breathing strenuous as she raced the horse towards Meereen but in this moment she felt utterly free.
With her hair whipping like wings behind her, the shutter of the beast below her as she urged him forward, the occasional caress of the cool ocean breezes against her warm cheeks; it felt as though she where in invincible and that she would never be controlled again. The irony of the moment very apparent to her however as there she was about to pledge her life to the mother of dragons, the rightful queen of Westeros which would she would again be on a leash but at least this time it was of her own choosing.
For the first time she had no family honor to opold or an overbearing father to choose her path; the time had finally come when she could choose for herself what was right. The only worry she had though was that the queen may find out about her own selfish motives and turn her away, further preventing her quest.

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After hours of riding her horse, quite visibly exhausted, it's muscles gleaming with sweat and legs shaking, seemed to have decided that  enough was enough and stopped quite suddenly in the middle of the road and refuse to budge another inch for the night. With a sigh she  dismounted and after hitching up a feedbag of oats for him, she set to work making camp and within the hour was nestled down in her bed roll staring up at the star-filled sky and wondering if San was doing the same, wherever he had found himself that night.

As she drifted off to sleep, his face frozen in a pained expression and quite bloody, flashed before her eyes. It seemed to be a memory of the vision in the fire months ago but somehow felt this different and as the images became clearer, the viewpoint changed and she was now standing at the top of a cliff, far down below her, she could just makeout the shape of his body on the ground at the foot of the jagged drop.
Suddenly she was now beside him, kneeling next to him in the cool grass, his face and clothing splatter in a mixture of blood and mud though his shirt was soaked,clinging to the open wound at his side.
She tried to reach out for him, to help him, comfort him, to confess her undying love but her hands moved through him like mist no matter how hard she tried. After giving up out of frustration she noticed that his lips where moving, at first it came out like a whisper that was far too quiet for her to hear. She sat beside him, reminiscing aloud their past trials praying to any God who was listening that he could hear her pleas that to bring him comfort and the strength to survive.
As the vision drew on his voice begain to get louder as the sun began to rise and as the sun burst over the horizon he shouted out her name with such sorrow and heartache that she felt as if her heart had been shattered .

She woke with a start, tears streaming down her face, immediately beginning to hate/blame herself. Sandor was somewhere completely alone right now desperately in need of her help and where was she? The feeling of freedom found only hours ago now tasted bitter in her mouth as she thought about how selfish she had been. If only she had stayed behind she could be racing off to find him instead of gallivanting off with her now murderer brother and possibly swearing her life away to this new Queen, whoever she may be.
As the moon slowly danced its path across the sky,she eventually fell into a deep sleep, her memories of Sandor playing in a graceful loop through her mind.
She awoke once more, hours later to a loud whining,to find that she had slept most of the morning away, much to her dismay. As she quickly packed up camp, she thought back on her dreams and began to pray both the old gods and the new that their paths would cross again soon and she swore that on that day they would be wed.

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By nightfall, the monstrous walls of Meereen that had been growing steadily on the horizon,now stood imposingly before her and though she was terrified, she steeled herself, took a deep breath and stepped through the ancient city gates.

It would seem that Varys's messenger had succeeded in following through with his duties as nearby the gate stood a group of black leather armored soldiers and a rather attractive young woman in a blue dress; they noticed her arrival immediately and swooped in with precision, spearpoints surrounding from all sides. With a chuckle she dismounted and slid her sword away from her with a furnish, even going as far as to unsheath her several dozen knives and sent them to join her sword, hoping it would be a good start in working up their trust and not ending up as a shiskabob.
The woman approached and seemed to approve as she called out a command causing the spearpoints to lower. Smiling she drew closer and introduced herself as Mysundi, Daenerys's closest council and apologized for the ride greetings, explaining that Daeny had discovered spies for Kings Landing in her council and could not be to careful trusting anyone, especially a Lannister. The idea that Tyrion would have to go through the same greeting however filled (Y/n) with glee and she was floating on a cloud as she walked along with Mysundi.
Mysundi seemed to be very interested in learning all of (y/n)s motivations and asked pressing questions.
She felt awkward sharing but when  finally spoke about Sandor, her voice cracking and tears freely falling, Mysundi fell quiet for a while before handing her a cloth to dry her eyes and assuring her that Daeny would not turn her away.

Upon their arrival to the Great Pyrimid, Mysundi ushered her to a bathhouse where handmaidens scrubbed and anointed her in strangely smelling oils before dressing her in a flowing pale yellow dress, a color that she had grown quite fond of over the years.
Mysundi collected her and while escorting her through the echoing marble hallways advised her on what to expect they arrived but all to quickly they where nearly there. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she attempted to swallow the uncertainty growing like a stone in her throat as they rounded the last corner and entered the large,well lit council chambers.
A young woman, a only few years younger than herself, sat aseat a large stone throne, her silver hair glistening in the fire light that illuminated the room.
Mysundi left her side and while passing the queen whispered a few words in her ear before walking to where a solitary soldier stood looking down on (y/n) with a glint of malice in his eyes.

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Daenerys sat quietly staring down at the woman for a while; she had received the message the day prior that seemed to imply that she could trust this Lannister, that somehow she was different from the rest and Mysundis whispered words told of what she had learned so far and that she trusted the newcomer but how could this one be any different from the rest of her murderous family?
How could she trust this woman especially so soon after finding Mormonds betrayal?
But when Daeny's eyes caught the woman's they only seemed to hold sorrow and despair not the fire she thought she would find there.
Still slightly suspicious, Daenerys finally spoke, "Why should I trust you? How do I know your not just another spy from Kings Landing sent here to destroy me?" She expected a look of surprise on the woman face at such blunt questions but instead found only one of bemusement.
" Because the current ruler of Kings Landing and Westeros is a whoreable (pun intended) egomaniacal cunt who also happens to be my dear older sister," the woman's sneared dear  made her think back in her own hatred for her older sibling.
" The only Lannisters I care about are either dead,soon to be or on their way here to pledge their loyalties to you themselves.
Westeros is my home and I'm tired of watching as its ripped apart because its family's would rather selfishly fight and slaughter instead of taking care of the common people who are dying by the hundreds due to starvation and their wars.
I want Westeros to thrive and I feel you are my best chance at seeing that happen. I'm not going to stand here and sing you false praise for your accomplishments and your many titles as respectfully, you already have many to do that for you but the reason I'm here is because from what I have gathered you are a strong and kindhearted woman who has faced many of lifes struggles as well,I want to help you regain your rightful place on the Iron Throne."
The woman began to kneel while unshiething her sword but stopped for a moment as if questioning her own actions before rising and restoring her sword to its proper place.
"I can't swear my life to you as I've already sworn it to another but I can vow to do everything in my power to help you." The woman said after a moment, eyes cast downward.
Daeny pondered her words for a moment," I would greatly accept your offer, but what exactly do you want in return?" to which came the quite but quick reply of, " I need your assistance in finding the man that I love."
The sorrow and heartache in the woman's eyes had been replaced by a flickering flame of determination that left Daenerys with a feeling that of she turned this girl away that she would one day regret it.