A Hound in the Woods // Sandor Clegane
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  • Reads 27,840
  • Votes 915
  • Parts 50
  • Time 5h 53m
Complete, First published Sep 01, 2023
Mature
What if Sandor Clegane found someone that could soothe his restless, aching soul? I put forth to you, dear reader, a scenario in which Septon Ray finds Sandor at the bottom of the cliff, rotten and near death. Ray loads the hulking body onto his wagon and takes him to a young woman, Angharad. She is not of any great house, the daughter of a foreign woman from across the narrow sea and a failed runaway Maester. Angharad has learned healing skills from her parents and now lives on her own, helping those in the nearby settlement as it grows larger and larger. Sandor falls in love, but duty and vengeance take him away...for a time.

**This is a Game of Thrones adjacent fan fiction, so obviously not all characters are original. Full credit to George RR Martin and the associated publishing company

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Sandor Clegane had a sister, two years younger, who was not murdered as a child by Gregor but survived and made it to Casterly Rock. Leanor is surprisingly kind, tactful and utterly dauntless - having spent her childhood in a house of horrors, what else could possibly scare her? Certainly not the spiteful daughter of Lord Tywin... * For as long as she could remember, Leanor knew to stay away from her brother Gregor. He was the shadow over her whole life; the village children ran away when they saw him, as he was known to be free with his fists, a cruel bully they could do nothing against no matter how many complaints their parents made to Ser Willem. Even the dogs wouldn't go anywhere near him, expecting a vicious, unwarranted kick. Whenever Leanor knew she had caught his attention, a dull sense of dread overcame her. Most of the time he would just swing at her, either laughing when she fell and cried out, or cursing if she dodged and quickly ran away (something she got increasingly good at doing). He could scarcely be bothered to ever chase her, she was simply something convenient to lash out at. But she was terrified of her brother, and she knew Sandor was too; he just showed it by being angry and lashing out himself. Not at her, though. Never at her. Where Sandor fought back, Leanor learned to melt into the shadows, to pass unnoticed without attracting any attention. Out of sight, out of mind. And when she couldn't avoid being noticed, she made herself as unobtrusive, polite and mild-mannered as possible, so as not to raise his ire. * A fun what-if that was never meant to be published but ran away with me. Word count - 12,575