"Silent anger for a silent man," Jory mused to the Hound on his left.
The two were standing at the back entrance of K-Paul's watching their respective wards. Sandor Clegane, called the Hound by many because of how loyally—or so people thought—he followed the Lannisters, had been Joffrey Baratheon's sworn shield since he was a baby. One might wonder why in 2012 anyone would need a constant bodyguard who wasn't a celebrity, but Southern politics had always been far more dangerous business than movie making.
The Baratheons were a bit of Southern royalty and to the drunken mayor of New Orleans, Robert Baratheon, it was Mardi Gras all year round. While it was no secret that neither Cersei or Robert Baratheon strictly enjoyed each other's company, Clegane figured there was no harm in two middle-aged, distorted souls finding pleasure elsewhere, after all he had never been one to care for vows, but in the case of Joffrey Baratheon's promised, he found himself thinking differently.
Sansa Stark deserved more than a 22 year old, little blonde, shit-head who spent his enormous monthly allowance at Rick's and Larry Flynt's Hustler club. Ironically, no one from New Orleans dared enter the French Quarter too often for fear of touristy questions and the little maggot's extra-curriculars were pretty much kept quiet. It also helped that the Creole leech, Petyr Baelish, was a long-time brown noser of the Baratheons.
To be honest though, the more Sandor Clegane thought about Sansa Stark joining Baratheon at Tulane in 3 months, the sicker he got. The red-headed beauty of Nashville who had turned down a recording contract with Virgin Records to be with the little twat was a known virgin and all around good girl. She was no match for the "Snow Prince," as some called him because of his pale hair and "little habit." If it had been her wolf-bitch sister, Arya, Sandor might have thought it was a match made in gothic Hell, but not Sansa.
So this is what had Sandor Clegane in a fierce mood as he watched alongside with Sansa's chauffeur, Jory, as the beauty sat in K-Paul's willingly dining with the beast.
"You'd be silent too if you had awoken with my hangover, buggering hell," snapped Sandor.
"Ah yes, how could I forget…The Hound not only guards like a dog but drinks like one as well. What'd you lap up last night Clegane?" Jory chuckled as he smacked Sandor on the back. A bold move for most men but Clegane had known Jory since the Bartheon-Stark announcement five years ago. And he remembered that five years ago he was Jory's exact age of 25 and had a slightly better outlook on the engagement, slightly.
At the time, he wondered why in the Hell prim and proper Eddard and Catelyn Stark would marry their prized daughter to Joffrey Baratheon. Sure Eddard had been friends with Robert for years, he had almost been his brother-in-law, and there businesses did complement each other, Baratheon being the highest share-holder in Stag Petroleum and Stark owning 76% of all gas stations in the South East, but to marry your daughter off so young? Sandor just couldn't understand it. That was until the announcement.
After several months of being secretly treated at Vanderbilt, Eddard Stark was told that he had only a few years with constant treatments as he had been diagnosed with lung cancer, which was quickly metastasizing to every other part of his body. In five years Eddard Stark had gone from the picture of health to a bedridden shadow of a man. It wouldn't be long now, and he wanted to see his daughter married.
Sansa
She couldn't believe that it had only been a week since she graduated from Mordane's Academy for girls. And now look at me, she thought as she saw across from the most breath-taking boy she had ever seen: Joffrey Baratheon. Oh sure she had seen him at company functions over the years, but to have her father let her go to Tulane in order to be near him was just too much she thought.
"Sansa, how do you like my city so far?" begged Joffrey with a 5 star smile.
"It's quite charming, and I hope to find a suitable place uptown soon. Father has instructed Jory to make sure that it is safe and close to the campus," replied Sansa.
"Yes, well if you need help finding a safe place, I would love to help you"
Sansa could not believe her ears at the thought of apartment shopping with Joffrey, it sounded so, so domestic, almost like they were a real couple.
"I would love it, Joffrey, and be most grateful."
"No problem," Joffrey gleamed, and as he gleam formed into a smirk, Sansa noticed Joffrey waving someone over.
In no less than thirty second, standing on the right side of Joffrey, stood a man Sansa had unfortunately become as well acquainted with as Joffrey, though he never talked to her. Standing 6'6" in all black with his hair parted to one side, covering his massive burns which claimed the right side of his face and ear stood Sandor Clegane, the Hound.
Sandor
In the midst of his update on Eddard Stark, via an all too willing Jory, Sandor noticed that the twat was waving him over.
"Duty calls, Jory," Sandor said as he strode across the restaurant garnering stares from everyone, even the bus boys.
"What is it, Joff?" Sandor asked as his came upon the table, taking his place to the right of Joffrey like a good dog.
"Sandor, doesn't Sansa look lovely tonight? Just look at her, " Joff asked.
Buggering Hells, all seven of them. Sandor inwardly sighed. Of course Sansa Stark looked lovely. Her auburn hair was cascading down like a waterfall just below her perfectly round breast. She looked better in person tonight than the modeling pictures Joffrey had been showing him of her for weeks. She had on a deep green romper that accentuated her perfect upper half and showed off her tight bottom. Not to mention the gold heels she wore witch showcased her long legs and perfectly matched her jewels. All of this could make a man hard, but her face, her face was her best feature. Blue eyes, Tully blue as they were called because of her lineage, high cheek bones, and a platinum smile awaited anyone who had the fortune of looking upon her face.
All Sandor could do in reply was grunt.
"See Sansa, my dog likes you!" Joff said with a serpentine smile that did not reach his eyes.
Sansa, shocked by the situation, could only offer Sandor a meek smile in reply.
"Dog, tomorrow, you will be the luckiest man in Louisiana, as you get to take Sansa apartment shopping. Being a bodyguard, you should know a thing or two about home security and all that jazz."
Silence permeated the air. Neither Sansa or Sandor knew what to say as Joffrey continued…Somewhere in the distance they both heard Joffrey say something about Sandor picking her up at 9 a.m.