He hadn't left the window since they departed earlier. When he caught site of Sansa he sighed then steeled himself. He spotted the little one looking like a hornet that had been poked at following not far behind. Sansa didn't speak when she came through the door, she only smiled at him briefly before going to the kitchen.
The little one entered slamming the door behind her. Making eye contact with him her hands turned to fists and he knew it wasn't long before they found his gut. Sure enough she sprung across the room and furiously started punching him. He brushed away a low blow before grabbing her by her doublet and hoisting her to her feet.
"What the fuck has gotten into you? I thought you were done trying to kill me."
Sansa watched from the doorway not making herself known.
"How could you?" Arya twisted angrily.
"Little girl, you may have killed men but I don't think you know what you're talking about."
"Marry her." Sandor dropped her, his chest heaving with laughter.
"Your sister is married to Tyrion Lannister, the Imp. When exactly did you think we found the time to get married?"
Arya was shocked into silence.
Until now it hadn't occurred to Sandor that Arya wasn't privy to his conversation with Sansa the day of their arrival.
Arya kicked him.
"Now that hurt" he snatched her again and headed toward where Sansa was hidden.
When he entered the kitchen dragging Arya, Sansa pretended she hadn't been listening.
"Little Bird, your sister is angry with me." he dumped Arya next to Sansa who was setting out their purchases on the counter.
"One more day" then we sail.
"We aren't doing anything, me and my boy are sailing and you are looking for a keymaster."
"I'm not your boy." Arya reached for loaf of bread.
"If you want to live, you bloody well are my boy and your sister is looking for gainful employment for a woman."
Sandor looked at Sansa who was refusing to meet his eyes.
"Do you still have the dress?"
"Yes" Sansa had done as Brienne had told her and purchased a fancy dress.
"Best air it out."
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The First Snow
FanfictionSansa no longer wanted to be a princess, nor did she want a title or fancy dresses. The only thing she wanted was to escape Kings Landing and she bitterly regretted not leaving with The Hound. Her life was is the hands of an impotent boy King and...
