Title: In the darkness I breathe.
Written by: AngryKitten
Note: This is but a Fanfiction tale not the real deal for which we have George R.R. Martin the Master writer to thank!
Warning: Much foul language, much sex and mentions of sexual abuse. Intended for adult readers only! I am no master of English language and I have no Beta, please be gentle.
Summary: Sandor has been content to watch and guard the winter rose, until the unexpected distractions of a night time visitor. Sansa ever courteous and dutiful, never failing in her role as Jofferys betrothed, has found secrets enough to make her feel like a cat in this bird cage.
Sandor
Since returning from Winterfell he had been sober on the job, not because that blonde bitch demanded it of him guarding her precious monster of a son. No Sandor minded better his courtesies as limited as they were without wine in his belly. Even if he couldn't give a fuck what the lying and sniffling lords and ladies thought of his derisive rasps or muttered oaths at their expense. Sandor was happiest when left the fuck alone and that happened more when he kept his mouth shut. With his mouth shut, nobody paid him any mind and he was free to watch a certain winter rose and watch her he did. The benefit of starting on his wine only after some other slimy Ser replaced him on guard was that his wine tasted all the sweeter and he had control to savour the auburn haired whores that he paid for.
But this he could not endure sober. He had known it would be hard, had brought wine with him from the hall following the bedding precession slowly. Furious and unwilling to glance at her once as she was stripped and carried to her fucking wedding bed. After the guests returned to their goblets and celebrations singing bawdy songs, Sandor was the only one left to hear the ripping of the little birds small clothes and shift. He was the one to stand as a statue when her cry was followed by whimpers and the slapping of flesh. When that blonde bastards grunt of completion rang out loudly Sandor retched up right there against the wall he didn't notice himself grasp.
No this he hadn't endured sober and so it had been for three nights past.
Pure bliss it was then when on the fourth night the King retired to his personal chambers down the hall, ordering his Dog stay and watch his Queens door. Watch it he did.