Author's note:

1, This is my first fanfiction written in English. Well, i know lots of grammatical or spelling or whatever mistakes will show up soon, sorry for my poor expression. I have tried my best, so, please show mercy to me if you like the work. How i wish i can use English just like my first language.

2, I own nothing. All characters belong to the great George R.R. Martin. This fiction based on the novels as well as HBO TV show.

3, I didn't change the character's ages from Martin's Books, so Sansa is less than 13 years old, Joffrey 13, Jaime 33, Tyrion 24, Arya 10 and the Hound 28. When Sansa married Tyrion, She said she is thirteen when the moon turns, so i supposed her name day is near the Joff's wedding or after. But I didn't mean it if you feel sick about the girls' improper age for marriage or bedding things. In my opinion, Age in Martin's books is not the same one in our modern society, so just imagine these characters are who they are in the TV show when you read my fiction.

4, It started in the night of the Battle of Blackwater.


When she crawled out of bed, long moments later, she was alone. She found his cloak on the floor, twisted up tight, the white wool stained by blood and fire. The sky outside was darker by then, with only a few pale green ghosts dancing against the stars. A chill wind was blowing, banging the shutters. Sansa was cold. She shook out the torn cloak and huddled beneath it on the floor, shivering.

The hound was gone. Sansa hugged herself tight and wanted to cry. I should cry when the hound put the dagger at my throat. I cried like a stupid child horrified by the Old Nan's story whenever he threatened or frightened me before, then he would let me go. But when Sansa felt the icy blade on her skin, a real sharp one near her throat might kill her with a single move, she couldn't cry. Even she tried hard, there was no tears at all. I must be terrified like an idiot. Thank God a song found me. However, things went all wrong. She didn't realize the wetness was the Hound's tears at that very time, now she knew it. She just couldn't believe it, a man strong like the Hound would have tears. Hodor would cry if he were here tonight, but he was just a simpleminded stable boy, not a warrior. Sansa felt awful now. She had to admit if she was too scared to keep all her wits when the Hound asked for a song, now she was totally desperate. He feared like me like any weak child. He shouldn't behave like that. Suddenly Sansa felt stupid again. Of course he should, he came from the battlefield, he came from the fire. That's why he was burning in rage all the time. Fire, I hate fire too! Soldiers and the whole city were tortured from burning.

But he was gone, wasn't he? Sansa had told herself to stay in her chamber and wait for someone, someone who can come and save her. Ser Dontos promised to take her away, though she doubt it. Lord Stannis won't hurt her, which she doubt either. She didn't even know Joffrey's win will be a better end or a worse one. But never thought it would be the Hound waiting for her. All better than going with the Hound. He's a Lannister dog and drunker than i've ever seen him. I can't go with him, can't i? Sansa felt sorry now, not for having refused to go with him, but for thinking him in such an unkind way. If i thought he meant to kill me, i would be a real idiot. Of course he just tried to scare me like he always did before. He never hurt me, he even saved my life several times. Why did a man wanted to kill me save me later just to kill me again? Or why did a man saved me want to kill me then turn to save me again? What did he want? I saved Ser Dontos' life, so he wanted to help me. He got kisses from me too. He wanted Jonquil. But I didn't save Sandor, i did nothing for him, he hated my silly mind and courtesy. He didn't even ask kisses like Dontos did. Oh, now he got one and left forever. This one is not the wet ones from the fool Florian. It felt like nothing. The Hound asked for a song, only a song. It's all my fault. I promised him a song. I should give him gladly. But not now, not in the battle night with people dying outside. Why did he come in such an improper time and make me awkward? I really meant it when i promised to him. Now i have to feel sorry for breaking my promise.

He did come for a song, didn't he? what else did he say? He said leaving. Leaving for north. That was an invitation, wasn't it? He offered to take me. Did i say no to him? I should say it out clearly. No, i won't go with you. i can't. I can't go with him. I will die tomorrow or later tonight not even reaching the Iron Gate. I'm not Arya, I can't ride for long. I hated riding since the mob tried to pull me down from my horse on that riot day. Maybe i'll regret one day not going with him, when i have to marry Joffrey, or when the Lord Stannis takes me into a bargain with Robb for supporting the Iron Throne, or when Ser Dontos fails to take me away. But not now, i can't regret it now. He will escape successfully, free himself and restart a new life far away. Not me. I'm a lady living inside the cage for 13 years. I can't make it on the Kingsroad without maids and food and gold and others. Besides, he was risking his life for inviting. Did he invite me to go with him? Sansa felt confused now. Maybe he just drank too much and told me where he would go, like he told me about his burnt face. Oh, he promised me safe as well. But that can't be his intention. If he truly wanted to take me, he wouldn't ask, just took it. Asking is not what a dog will do. Sansa shivers again. He just told, he had to speak to someone, and i was here, so he told me. Nothing more. However, I didn't want him to go. For the next time i got beaten, no one will show up to wipe my blood and say Enough! She thought bitterly. Though better to go now or there's no chance for him later. Tyrion died tonight too. I prayed for them yesterday. I prayed tonight, I even prayed now. But they all to die sooner or later. How cruel of the Seven. Why not the other Lannisters suffering this? The queen, Joff and Lord Tywin, he fought against Robb and might conquer. Soon Sansa found herself complaining about the Gods like the queen did earlier, now she hated herself for it. I shouldn't behave like the queen. I shouldn't complain things like her. The battle drive me crazy and insane now. Gods forgive me.

May the Gods keep an eye on Robb and my lady mother and Arya, i wish she is still alive, as well as Father, Bran, Rickon. And Tyrion, he was nice to me. Even the war would lose, please give back his life. And the Hound. May the fire leave him be and Gods see him through difficulties along his way from Kings Landing to...

Suddenly, the door burst open again. Sansa felt her heart jumped to her throat. She tried her best not crying out. How stupid of me not bolting the door after the Hound left! Gods save me, Don't let this one hurt me. She tried to see it clear about the huge shadow and found a man walking towards her in two steps and pulled her harsh to her feet again. Then she screamed and struggled to push the man away.

"Shut your little mouth! Didn't i tell i would kill you for your screaming?" The Hound! He's back! The voice was raw and hoarse and burning above her head. Oh, Gods, he's back again! She tried to catch her breath and wanted to squeeze a simple word but failed. He came that night for the first time, to escort her back to her chamber, like a lightning. He came that day when the riot broke out, to pull her back to her horse, like a storm. He came today with city burning in the fire, to...to what? take her away? like a fire itself. Sansa felt burning all over her body, so she trembled hard under his hands. The hands on her shoulder like father's, like Robb's, like his cloak on her bare skin again. She burst into tears eventually, feeling like waking up from a terrible endless nightmare. She wanted to hug him, tight and more tight, like hugging herself, for this would be the last remaining thing in the world for her. But she couldn't. Since her tears rolling out of her eyes, all her senses came back to her. I can't. The words came like a thunder hit her merciless and ruthless. I can't go. At least not with him. I can't risk his life since he saved me. There's no hope for us to escape safety from here. He will die for me. Gods, he will. Like father did, like Lady did. Oh, Lady. "Get her a dog, she'll be happier for it" King Robert's words was like a slap across her face.

"No." She tried to free from his grasp, stepping out of his reach. "Leave me alone." She whispered in tears.

"The little bird thinks she can fly from the dog's paw, doesn't she? Better to try now, or later you'll lose your wings." The Hound turned around and looked for something. For a while, Sansa thought he might forget she was still here. So she tried to stand on her tiptoe and ready to run.

"Where's the golds? silvers? gems?" His voice dry and low.

"I don't have money, the queen..."

"Then other pretty little worthy things of yours, go to get them. And your cloaks, breeches, anything useful."

"Ser, I won't go with you." Sansa protested, "You can't force me to..."

"Can't i?" He fetched the jewelry on the dresser and throw it into a leather bag hang on his belt.

Sansa gathered up her dress to run.

Only three steps away, she almost fell from a sudden pull on her wrist. The arm around her waist like iron, she can't flee from it. "Let me go, please ser, let go of me." She squeezed his hand and felt the stickiness there.

"Go change your clothes." The Hound threw her on the bed, in a gentle push. "Of course you will go."

"But Ser..."

"One more Ser i'll beat you bloody!" Sansa could see rage running out of his eyes. But still she had to try to flee away. I won't be the burden of him and make him killed like Lady. She jumped from the bed but pinned down by the Hound again.

"Save your strength and change now, or i'll do it for you. Maybe you like someone serving you now, my lady?"

Sansa felt embarrassed by his words and stood up in front of him. "No, thank you." She swallowed the Ser word and searched her clothes made for riding in darkness. No dresses, no pretty ones, no luxurious ones. Sanse knew what she must take. She brought out some and packed . Then Sandor grabbed it to lay it on his shoulder. She saw another bundle beside him.

"My lord..." Sansa lost in embarrassment again.

"Promise you won't run this time, or i just look at you when you undressing." The Hound turned around and walked towards the window to watch outside.

Sansa put on the breeches first and began to undress gown. She turned around to leave her back to the Hound. He didn't peep at me and he won't do such things. Sansa knew men or boys sometimes looked at her chest because she couldn't lace the jerkin all the way to the top. But the Hound never noticed it. Even when i got naked in the court, he averted his eyes and gave me his cloak. Her fingers became clumsy, she tried to reach the buttons on the back of the dress but failed. Sansa got annoyed by herself, she thought the dresses of southern style were beautiful for a long time, but difficult to handle in such a bad situation. If i can't undress myself now, what can i do when get out of the Red Keep and live independently? An unexpected strength rose from her arms to her hands and Sansa tore the poor dress up from behind around the neck and hurt by the friction of the cloth.

"What the fuck are you doing? Try to break your neck with the bloody dress?" Sansa heard the Hound step closer from behind.

"I can't reach the buttons on my back." The strength was gone and Sansa dropped back into weakness again. He can always make me weak in front of him. He is so strong and big, even i had grown three inches in the past year, my forehead barely reached his jaw.

Without a word, Sansa felt the icy blade cutting through her dress which dropped at once on the floor. She fetched the tunic and put it on. "Thank you."

After she dressed like a stable boy, Sansa's mind went back to the fleeing things again. When we get out of the door, the corridor will be darker than usual. I will slow my steps and follow behind him until he has no time to notice me but inspect the corner then i run back to my room and latch the door.

Maybe I should argue against him now. Had better not to challenge him, so no hateful words, besides, he won't care for my words. Maybe i should told him several times about how dangerous to take me with him. No as well, he was too confident of his killing skills, he would laugh at me. Maybe i tell him he drank too much to be able to have a wise thought and make him believe one day he must regret taking me. Or ask him once more about why did he want to take me. I want to know the answer too. Yes, i will ask now and make him face the truth that there's no need and no good taking me. I'm a burden and...

Before she had time to think twice, all she know was a cloth covering her mouth. She wanted to scream but only inhaled a strong wine and bloody scent. No! No! She struggled in despair then felt a whole darkness devouring her.