Because I don't know the game of thrones world as well as I do other fictional worlds this is going to be a learning process for me. But thank you for the encouragement along the way.
HijadeSandor - Gracias, mi amiga. Espero que tu disfrute continue. :)
Sansa rushed to her room, taking the candle on her table to the side of her bed. She remembered the doll her father gave her. Her father, Ned Stark. He would've known what to do. Oh how she missed him.
"The ladies are starting to panic." The Hound said from the chair in the corner of the room, startling Sansa out of her revere.
"What are you doing here?" Sansa asked with as much force as she could manage. The queen had said that the ladies in the room she'd just fled were in for 'a bit of a rape'. And looked Sansa up and down before telling her she was no different in that. Perhaps the Hound was wanting to do so? But no, he'd only ever been kind to her, in his own rough way.
"Not here for long," he replied coarsely, the one eye he was able to see Sansa with from his right, he turned ashamedly "I'm going."
"Where?!" she cried
"Someplace that, isn't burning." Sandor replied with a forced laugh. He turned his whole face to her. "Lost, might be," he nodded "could be." He turned back to his lap.
"What about the king?" Sansa asked quickly, holding her father's doll tighter.
"He can die just fine on his own." The Hound said, taking his ale and slowly taking a swig. That's when Sansa's hope for victory became lessened. A soldier would know whether the battle would be lost or not, and here Sandor Clegane was, telling her just what she hoped. Joffrey would die in battle, and she would be free. But the soldiers that would come through and take all the women? Her?
"I could take you with me." Sandor said, hesitantly swinging his head around to turn to her fully again. "Take you to Winterfell," He paused a moment, gaging the reaction Sansa had, then slowly stood from his chair, his swords and armor clinking at the movement. "I'll keep you safe." She knew if Shae were here, if father were here, they would say not to trust him. Sandor had walked to her and stood a respectable pace away. His head bent back slightly, tired of all the fear that was sudden cast onto his shoulders. "Do you want to go home?" He asked gently, not expecting an answer either way. Sansa forced herself to look down, shaking with fear now. This was a chance, whether Joffrey would survive or not, to go home. But she didn't want to risk his wrath, either.
"I'll be safe here," she replied quietly. "Stannis won't hurt me," Sansa added.
The Hound took a step in and grabbed her shoulders. Her head still ducked down, her fear showed on her face now.
"Look at me." He commanded gruffly. She did. "Stannis is a killer. The Lannisters are killers. Your father was a killer. Your brother is a killer. Your sons will be killers someday," His voice took on a euphoric tone, as if hoping he'd stay alive long enough to see them. He let her go and stood erect. "The world is built by killers." Sandor sniffed, looked away nervously. "So you better get used to looking at them." He leaned in again. With his eyes completely on hers, Sansa felt much safer. Her shoulders unbent, her fear gone from her face and her boy, she stood tall as well as he had done.
"You won't hurt me." Sansa stated. Sandor stood tall again, surprised by her words.
"No little bird, I won't hurt you," he replied. Sansa's mouth opened slightly, Sandor looked down at her for a moment, waiting for her.
"I will go with you," Sansa decided. "But I want to take my handmaiden with me." She added.
"We don't have time to go saving everyone in the bloody castle." The Hound replied impatiently.
"Not everyone, just her." Sansa insisted. "I will go back to the queen's quarters, she must be back by now. And when I have her we can leave."
Sansa led Sandor out of her room after unlocking it and peeked around the corners.
"We don't have all day, come on." Sandor said, then went ahead of her, leading her to the quarters. The hall she'd fled from was where they reentered, the ladies too wrapped up in terror to notice them. Shae had indeed returned, took a look at Sansa and the Hound.
"What is he doing here?" Shae asked
"It's alright, he won't hurt us. He'd going to take me back home, I want to take you with me." Sansa replied. Shae smiled slightly.
"Well, if this one decides he wants someone to warm his bed tonight, I can easily protect the both of us." She decided, taking Sansa's hand and glancing at the Hound in distrust. Sandor looked back at her in annoyance. Sandor followed the ladies until the battle came closer, then he stood before them, large and tall enough to mask one lady with the other behind her.
They managed to make it out, the fires and screaming becoming distant.
"We must steal some horses." Shae said, looking at Sandor before heading to the stables.
"I'm sure no one is there to stop us from doing so." He replied sarcastically
"They're too busy fighting to worry about runaways, idiot." Shae snapped. She disappeared into the stables, Sandor outside of them in case someone were to come by. Sansa stood a reasonable distance from him, glancing at both him and the shadows Shae had disappeared into.
The sounds of horse hooves signaled that the handmaiden had done it, Sandor helped Sansa onto one of the horses, and Shae hopped onto the other. He was about to climb up onto Sansa's horse before Shae hissed at him.
"You get onto this one, dog." She commanded. Sandor rolled his eyes and did as the woman commanded. Then they fled the battlefield. Before seeing the Tyrell's with Tywin Lannister at their side, had won the battle.
