I'm Yours and You're Mine ♞ [Sandor Clegane]

Chapter 18 🌹

Adelaide Kane as Iyrevedy Stark

Rory McCann as Sandor Clegane a.k.a The Hound

"Words will scratch more hearts than swords."

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Alas, it is now King Joffrey's name day. Quite the grand opening, I must say. Joffrey started the day with a tournament. He made Sandor be one of the knights to fight in the competition. Of course, I worry for him. However, I didn't want him to know that or show an expression to Joffrey that I have a fondness towards Sandor.

Sandor was already fighting some other knight. Sandor was wearing a hound-shaped helm that was made of steel and he didn't have any cover for him to defend himself. He was just carrying an ax.

For a few minutes, he struck the man and then fell from the bridge that they were fighting on.

Joffrey stood up to see the man fell.

"Well struck." He said, admiring the blood of the man who just died.

"Well struck, dog." He continued then turned to my lovely sister, who is right beside me, Sansa.

"How was that? Did you like that?" He questioned her. His smirk not leaving on that face of his. I only watched, knowing if I do anything that the prat didn't tell me to do, he would do anything to harm me or my sister.

"It was well struck, your grace." She answered. The King's face suddenly fell into a frown. All of the people that could see his face know he is displeased with what Sansa gave an answer.

"I already said well struck." He said with a tone.

"Yes, your grace." Sansa respond and then the prat sat down next to her, on his chair. How juvenile for him to acting like that, well, he is still a child. The announcer continued with the tournament, calling someone's else name and their house, where they came from and so on, so on.