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I'm not a little boy and im not a dog anymore. Just get it over and done with. Don't look right.
"My Lord."
Sandor Clegane stood in the middle of the new great hall. The people standing around him were staring at him. The same fearsome yet hateful looks they had given him over the past couple of years.
Sandor didn't care he was used to the constant murmuring and contemptible glares they gave him whenever he was near. What he was not used to was that he was wearing neither his armour nor his sword. The lack of these weights hed grown so accustomed to over the years made him feel uncomfortable, nearly naked. He could hear the people whispering wondering what he wanted from their liege. Sandor gritted his teeth. Best get it over and done with. Don't look to the right. He focused on the young man sitting on the high chair on the pedestral. Do it.
"My Lord, i ask leave to wed your sister, the Lady Sansa-"
His voice was drowned by the ouraged cries and disbelieving gasps of the audience. Sandor cleched his jaw shut. Burn them, I'm no good at this, but burn them. Burn them! The Lordling raised his hand, the turmoil died down to a mere murmur. Sandor could nearly feel the hostility of the crowd, but what had to be said was said.
Unwilling, somehow afraid of what he would see he looked to the young Lady on the Lords left. Sansa looked as beautiful as ever. Her thick auburn locks flowing over her shoulders and over the pale blue gown she was wearing. Some specks of sunlight danced over her hair, giving it a livley, fiery look.
The only fire that wouldn't burn me or will it?, Sandor thought with a bitter taste on his tounge. Then he finally looked into her face. Sansa just stared at him, her eyes wide in shock, her hand over her mouth to stop herself from crying out loud. He droped his eyes. What did I expect? I'm still no more than a dog to them.
And then she leaped up. She moved so fast that it seemed to him as if she was flying down the podium, flying towards him and. He saw the expression on her face and suddenly it was like summer had come back. Her arms closed around him, enclosed him, held him tightly. Sansa dug her hand into his hair on the back of his neck and leaned her head agains his shoulder. "I thought you'd never ask" he heard her whisper.
And for one moment, one short moment, Sandor Clegane smiled.