As with any GoT fanfic, I do not own the characters. They are solely the property of George R.R. Martin.
I borrowed some of the characters as well as some situations from the books but this is an AU and there are many characters of my making and the majority of the story is my own. My Sandor is physically based on the book Sandor, with of course, my fantasy of him. Somehow, in my mind, my Sandor is an erotic mix of Book Sandor and the ever handsome, Mr. Rory McCann.
This my first fanfic so I hope it appeals to someone other than me. This has not been beta'd so I apologize ahead of time.
If you aren't interested in the blood, gore, and sex of GoT, then this might not be your story. There are some very explicit sexual scenes so you are forewarned.
Chapter 1.
He is standing in his usual place behind the blonde headed snot of a King. His gaze slowly moves over the faces in The Throne Room. The same boring, weak, ass kissers that are always there. His gaze doesn't linger on any one face as he has been at this for too many years. He knows them all, their lies, lives and the secrets they think they keep from others. He laughs to himself at the things he has seen and heard in the shadows of the Red Keep. Varys isn't the only one who hears and stores away the things he finds out. He shifts slightly wondering when Joffery is going to get bored and end today's seemingly never-ending parade of complainers because he's needing to take a piss and is looking forward to the end of his shift, thinking about the Dornish Red that's waiting for him. He mentally shakes himself, focusing on his duties. His gaze shifts to where she's standing. Quietly, all proper and Lady-like, just like she always does. The Little Bird. Even after everything, she is still beautiful. As much as he hates to admit it, the Imp has helped make things easier on her, somehow knowing when to appear to curtail Joffery's eagerness to hurt her. His gaze doesn't linger on her, just long enough to notice that she is sneaking a look at him, it startles him a bit though no one could ever tell, as his demeanor never changes. Years of training both in battle and at Court have allowed him to be exactly what they want. Let them think that. He knows what they want, he gives it to them, to a point.
Lord Varys quietly rises and asks leave to approach Joffery, he has a scroll in his hand. Sandor notices the seal is emerald-green and unbroken. Joffery yanks it from Varys's hand and breaks the seal, reading it. He acts as bored as he did earlier and asks Varys if this is supposed to mean something to him. Varys replies in his usual simpering voice," Your Grace, the ward from Dorne is here, the one given to assure the Princess Myrcella's safety. She has arrived, would Your Grace agree to allow her into Court to present herself to you?" Joffery seems to get annoyed at the idea then he smiles and agrees. All Sandor thinks is Bloody Hell, another innocent for him to abuse.
Lord Varys shuffles to the doors of the Throne Room and quietly eases out only to reappear a few seconds later announcing " Your Grace, may I present to you, the Lady Shalene Martell of Sun Spear." Into the Throne Room enters a small woman. She glides gracefully to the steps of the Iron Throne and dips into a perfect, graceful curtsy. All eyes of the court are on her, even the Hound's. She is wearing a light cloak with the cowl over her head and a veil covering her face. Joffery is immediately curious and sits up straight as the Hound observes from the corner of his eye. Not knowing what to expect, as she is a Martell, his hand immediately goes to his sword ready for any signs of trouble. Joffery steps down to greet this new Lady of the Court. "Rise, Lady Shalene. Why are you covered so? Surely you're not hiding anything. Are you hideous? Is that why you were sent? Stand, show me your face."
Sandor has followed Joffery down the steps and is a step behind him, tense, but not exactly sure why. She can't possibly hurt anyone. She's so...small. Maybe 5 ft tall. She looks up at Joffery and pulls back the cowl of her cloak. Varys is behind her with that buggering smile on his face and it immediately heightens Sandor's instincts that something is amiss. He starts to move in front of Joffery but The King puts his hand up, stilling him. Sandor's eyes, as well as those of the entire court are focused on this new arrival. She unclasped her cloak, which Varys takes, and then slowly removes the black lace veil that has covered her face. Sandor's first thought is " Seven fucking Hells!" He sees Joffery smiling like the stupid boy he is. The Lady Shalene Martell is dark-skinned, as the Dornish are. Her skin is smooth, glowing and has the look of needing to be tasted. She is small but lean and firm, her dress is the silky sammite worn in Dorne. Thin, breezy, leaving her shoulders and back exposed. It doesn't leave much to the imagination, and Sandor silently appreciates it. It is a soft sea-foam green, perfectly complimenting her coloring. Her face is heart-shaped, beautiful, almost too beautiful to look at. She has full, intoxicating, red lips and even, white teeth. Almond shaped eyes that are so dark they seem black. As she removes the veil completely, it reveals raven black hair that falls past her tight, firm ass. Hair that is a cascade of tight natural ringlets that bounce as she shakes her head to loosen her hair. The whole court seems to be mesmerised. All but Varys, he just continues to smile that smile that only he has, but what would you expect from a cock less wonder? She seems to know the exact effect she has on everyone. Sandor briefly wants to ask Varys if not having a cock changes the way he looks at women but then he really doesn't care. He instead thinks about what he could do to her with HIS cock. Lady Shalene breaks the silence by clearing her throat and is all seems to fall back into place. Sandor shifts slightly, thankful for the cloak he has on at the moment, his breeches are not as loose as they were earlier. Maybe a wench tonight to go along with the wine. Joffery takes Shalene's hand and lightly kisses the top of it, welcoming her to Court and then starts flirting with her, as only Joffery can do. Suddenly remembering himself, as if it mattered, he rudely dismisses everyone from Court, commanding Varys to assure that Lady Shalene has the most accommodating rooms and what ever she desires. He then swaggers off and Sandor briefly nods to Shalene, meeting her eyes and is again startled to see her openly, looking over every inch of him, lingering for the briefest moment on his swollen cock before brazen looking into his eyes without the slightest hint of revulsion that he is so used to. In fact, he sees an instant of challenge before he has to turn and follow Joffery.