Beginnings

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(MENTIONS OF ABUSE AND CHEATING!) 

Two months. That's how long you were married to Gregor before his true colors showed themselves. The first time, you had dared to express an opinion contrary to his own. Your thought was barely out of your mouth before Gregor's fist flew at your head. You managed to duck in time, but he grabbed your arm and squeezed it. Hard. You stared up at the hulking man in disbelief.

The second time was about three months later and you weren't even sure what you had done. But you weren't quick enough and ended up with a nice bruise on your cheek. The third time, a month after the second, you wound up with a broken arm. You'd think that'd be the worst of it, but no. The worst part was when he forced you to attend a meeting with the Lannister family with all the bruises and broken arm. It was as if he was proud of what he had done to you.

Still, you held your head high as you walked into the room. All eyes were on you, but you did your best to ignore them. You weren't about to let them see you break. You were too strong for that. To their credit, almost everyone took one look at you and then looked away. You didn't want Gregor to have the satisfaction of people staring at you. The person's whose eyes did not leave you was a surprise. It was your brother-in-law.

In the six months you'd been married to Gregor, you'd had very little interaction with his brother. And the interaction you did have was brief. Still, he didn't scare you nearly as much as Gregor did, despite the scars all over his face. You knew what had happened, of course. Gregor often used Sandor as an example when threatening you. At least Sandor had gotten away from it so long as he didn't spend too much time around Gregor.

Now here he was staring at you. You tried to avoid his gaze, but your eyes kept darting back to him. If you didn't know better, you'd say he was concerned about you. You never let your eyes linger too long, for fear Gregor would get the wrong idea and make things a lot worse for you when you returned home. Still, you felt Sandor's eyes on you the entire meeting. It was like he was trying to watch over you from a distance. It felt comfortable after a little while.

When the meeting was finished, you followed Gregor out like the obedient little wife you were supposed to be, but you heard Sandor's footsteps behind you. "Gregor," he rasped out. Gregor's sudden stop made you have to practically jump to the side to avoid running into him. You knew if you had, there would be hells to pay. "Maybe next time, leave the woman at home. People will talk." Gregor laughed deeply. "Then they will know not to cross me. Mind your business, little brother." Gregor grabbed your good hand and pulled you after him. Before climbing into the car, he turned back to Sandor. "And don't forget my birthday celebration next week!"

You suppressed a shudder. You hated to think what a celebration with Gregor would entail now that you were married. If the rumors were to be believed, and at this point you were certain they were, at his last birthday bash, a prostitute had wound up dead in an alley behind the bar. Of course, Gregor being who he was, people swept it under the rug. Now he had you and you could only guess what sort of party he had in mind. You didn't realize that it was that party that would change your life forever.

*short time skip*

You winced as you passed the makeup sponge over your cheek. Another little gift from Gregor. You had tried to get him to let you stay in, but he wasn't having it. It was his birthday after all. So, you caked as much of the concealer and foundation as you could on your face to cover the newly formed bruise. You knew people could still see it, which is precisely what Gregor wanted. Once you were finished, you dressed and made your way downstairs to meet your husband. You slapped a smile on your face and prayed the night would be over soon.

You were barely in the door of the club when the stares began. You did your best to ignore them. You didn't want their pity. Not when they were too scared of Gregor to do anything about it. Scanning the club, your gaze found Sandor. You attempted a little smile before Gregor practically yanked you over to the VIP table where there were already bottles of booze set out and hookers draped across the booth. If you thought you couldn't be any more humiliated, you were wrong.

You felt your cheeks burning as Gregor downed shot after shot of whatever liquor they were serving him. You felt like your skin was on fire as you were forced to sit there while he helped himself to all the women around him. You didn't blame them, of course. They had to earn a living and Gregor paid good money for them. You felt for them if they didn't please him immensely. It wasn't until Gregor disappeared with woman number three(or was it four?) that anyone actually approached your table.

"Come on. I'm taking you home." You glanced up at your brother-in-law gratefully. "Really?" He nodded. "He won't even realize or remember that you aren't here. 'T's not right to leave you here." You slid from the booth as best you could with your cast and let Sandor lead you out of the club. "'M taking Mrs. Clegane home. If my brother asks, tell him she's ill," he told one of Gregor's men. They looked at you before nodding and you let out a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, Sandor." He simple grunted in response. In fact, it wasn't until you were alone in the car that he spoke to you again. "My brother's an ass." You snorted out a laugh. "That's the understatement of the century." Sandor shook his head, his eyes quickly darting to your arm before returning to the road. "You don't deserve how he treats you. Honestly, I'm surprised you're still alive. His second and third wives didn't last this long." You shrugged a little. "What else can I do? It's not like I can leave him." Sandor didn't respond to that and silence fell over you again.

Not a word was spoken until you arrived back home. "Thank you for bringing me back, Sandor." He got out and walked you to the front door. "Not a problem. You have my number if you need anything?" he asked. You nodded with furrowed brows. He was so different than his brother. "Why are you being so kind to me?" Sandor paused as if he were trying to think of the right words.

"You didn't deserve to be married off to Gregor. You weren't supposed to at first. When Lannister proposed the arrangement, it was with me. Then Gregor saw your picture and changed his mind." You blinked in surprise at his revelation. Gregor had been planning everything from the beginning. Clearly he wasn't as stupid as people made him out to be.

"I need a fucking drink. Come inside with me?" you asked. Sandor glanced behind him at first as if he were unsure if that were a good idea. "Please?" you begged a little more softly. Since you'd married into his family, Sandor had been the only person truly kind to you. Gregor's men were "nice" simply because you were considered Gregor's property and NO ONE messed with his property. Sandor was kind simply because he could be.

"Alright." You unlocked the door and lead Sandor through the house to the kitchen. Unlocking the alcohol cabinet, you grabbed your favorite and the whiskey you knew Sandor preferred. You poured your drinks. "Cheers." You swallowed the burning liquid quickly, trying to force yourself not to gag. "Are you sure you should be drinking? The doc gave you some hard meds." You shrugged. "I haven't taken them. Gregor hid them from me. I don't know where they are." Sandor stared at you like he couldn't believe it. "Fucking ass," Sandor said and you snorted out a laugh. "You can say that again."

The two of you shared a couple more drinks. With every swallow, you grew more relaxed. You knew your husband had eyes everywhere, but he wasn't home at the moment. Instead, you were enjoying your time with Sandor. At one point, you looked at him and lost all sense. You didn't know it if was the alcohol or not, but your body seemed to act on its own when you practically lunged forward, grabbed the back of Sandor's neck, and crashed your lips to his.

Much to your delight, Sandor started moving his lips against yours in a fervor you never expected from him. You sighed into the kiss. This kiss was nothing like the bruising, brutal ones you received from Gregor. This was passionate, not angry or controlling. This was hot and heavy, not dominating. It was everything and awakened something in you that you hadn't felt in a long time. But then, as suddenly as it began, it was over.

Sandor wrenched away from you like you had burned him. "What the Hells are we doing?! I can't...you're my brother's wife. Fuck!" he cried, causing you to try and quiet him. If anyone heard, you'd both be dead, you especially. "Sandor, relax. It was a kiss." He stopped pacing and stared you down. "A kiss that shouldn't have happened, Y/N. If Gregor finds out, he'll kill you. I can't let that happen. This never happened, got it? We will not speak of it again." You gave a meek nod. You knew he was right. Sandor grabbed his jacket and left the kitchen. You sat there for a moment, feeling your lips still tingling. You had enjoyed that way too much. "Shit," you whispered into the empty kitchen. 

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