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

Chapter 20 🌹

Adelaide Kane as Iyrevedy Stark

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

"There is simply the rose; it is perfect in every moment of its existence."

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Sandor was walking towards the garden when he saw the little lord, Tyrion Lannister and in front of him is a party. Some lords and ladies and maids and servants was there with Iyrevedy.

Tyrion turned to look around his back because he heard of heavy, armored footsteps coming forward. He saw the hound, Sandor Clegane.

"Ah, Clegane. I see you've come to see lady Iyrevedy. I'm sorry for stealing her from you this afternoon. I just wanted to make something to make the Stark girls feel better." Tyrion suddenly spoke and apologized. Sandor looked at the little lord and then turned away his gaze. He didn't replied but he did grunted.

They are both just looking at the two Stark girls, who just kept dancing. Sandor, in particular, his eyes only fixed at Iyrevedy. Looking at how she dance with grace, how she smiles so stunningly beautiful.

He shakes it off, whatever the foreign sensation when he looked at her. He turned to look away from her direction but his gaze somehow lands on her, without him even knowing.

There's something about Iyrevedy that he can't help but feel oblige to always keep her at his sight. It may be the gods playing a fool for him, a trick on him. Even it was a trick by the gods, being close to her was the greatest trick for him.

"I do sometimes wonder whatever you are thinking, Clegane." Tyrion spoke and looked up to the Hound. Sandor returning the look back at Tyrion, confused what he is talking about.

"Iyrevedy being the prettiest lady in north and perhaps even here in King's landing. I heard rumors of what they call her, the rose in the north. Not just any rose though, the rarest rose among them all. So the rumors said." He started talking about Iyrevedy Stark, the one Tyrion calls the rose of the north.